Bedroom @ MindSay

So, remember how I said I wanted to post pictures (of my camwhoring self) from the past month in a sort of jumbled, non-chronological order? Well when I complied a folder of all the pictures I wanted to post, I manged to reach 100. Gah damn. So I'll be doing 4 or 5 picture posts . . . not that any of this matters or that any of you care what I do . . .

HE'SSOFUCKINGDEMANDING.








fuckingloveicedcoffeeomggggggggg


Obviously after I took advantage of her in the car:








We have another one just like this:




Brent obviously cannot take a picture, but this is when the werewolf had his legs on me:


lmfao Georgia Arby's and how the whole time she was taking this I wasn't sure if my face would be in it or not:








This shirt is HUGE but I bought it at the blink show<3 BLINK182 (IS) CRAPPY PUNK ROCK <3


Brent dyed his hair black again, btw! Fauxhawkin' it

(I look a little beat or whatever, IT WAS LATE)



home sweet home<3

Dining Room Furniture , cast aluminium furniture
In the Bedroom
Directed by
Todd Field
Produced by
Todd FieldRoss KatzGraham Leader
Written by
Short story:Andre DubusScreenplay:Robert FestingerTodd Field
Starring
Tom WilkinsonSissy SpacekNick StahlMarisa Tomei
Music by
Thomas Newman
Cinematography
Antonio Calvache
Editing by
Frank Reynolds
Distributed by
Miramax FilmsUnited International Pictures
Release date(s)
November 23, 2001
Running time
131 min.
Country
United States of America
Language
English
Budget
$2 million
Gross revenue
$43,368,779 (worldwide)
IMDb
In the Bedroom is a 2001 American film directed by Todd Field, and dedicated to Andre Dubus whose short story Killings is the source material from which the screenplay, by Field and Robert Festinger, is based. The film stars Tom Wilkinson, Sissy Spacek, Nick Stahl, Marisa Tomei, and William Mapother.
Upon its release the film was internationally praised for its skillful direction, thought-provoking script, and the standard of excellence achieved by every member of its cast. It went on to become the highest grossing non-IMAX film in history to never reach the top 10 in a given week.
In the Bedroom was nominated for the following Academy Awards:
Best Picture
Best Writing, Screenplay Based on Material Previously Published
Actor in a Leading Role (Wilkinson)
Actress in a Leading Role (Spacek)
Actress in a Supporting Role (Tomei)
Contents
1 Plot
2 Awards
2.1 Wins and nominations
3 DVD
4 References
5 External links
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Plot
The movie is set in Rockland, Maine. The plot concerns an 18-year-old young man, Frank Fowler (Stahl), who is in love with an older woman with kids, Natalie Strout (Tomei). Fowler is applying to college for architecture but contemplating staying in town, working in the fishing industry to be near Natalie. Natalie's ex-husband, Richard Strout (Mapother) is violent and abusive.
Midway through the movie Richard kills Fowler during a confrontation at Natalie's house, following a domestic dispute. Richard is set free on bail which causes Fowler's parents, Dr. Matt Fowler (Wilkinson) and Ruth Fowler (Spacek), a choir conductress, to become increasingly angry at seeing Richard running around town. Their anger increases when they learn that the lack of a direct witness to their son's shooting allows their son's killer to avoid murder charges since the district attorney may have difficulty proving that Richard killed their son intentionally, as opposed to accidental manslaughter in a struggle (as the defense would likely argue). Later, Dr. Fowler, believing that the court system cannot bring justice for his son, hatches and executes a plan with a friend to abduct and kill Richard. The title refers to the rear compartment of a lobster trap known as the "bedroom" and the fact that it can only hold up to two lobsters before they begin to turn on each other.
Awards
Wins and nominations
Academy Awards:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Picture
Best Screenplay - Adapted (Robert Festinger and Todd Field)
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
BAFTA Awards:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Broadcast Film Critics:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Film
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
Chicago Film Critics:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Film
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
Dallas-Fort Worth Film Critics:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
Florida Film Critics:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Golden Globe Awards:
Best Actress - Drama (Sissy Spacek)
Best Film - Drama
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
Independent Spirit Awards:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best First Feature
Best Screenplay (Robert Festinger and Todd Field)
Los Angeles Film Critics:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Film
National Board of Review:
Best Director (Todd Field)
Best Screenplay (Robert Festinger and Todd Field)
New York Film Critics:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best First Film (Todd Field)
Online Film Critics:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Breakthrough Filmmaker (Todd Field)
Best Director (Todd Field)
Best Film
Best Screenplay - Adapted (Robert Festinger and Todd Field)
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
Satellite Awards:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Film - Drama
Best Screenplay
Best Supporting Actress - Drama (Marisa Tomei)
Screen Actors Guild Awards:
Best Actor (Tom Wilkinson)
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Ensemble Cast
Southeastern Film Critics:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
Best Supporting Actress (Marisa Tomei)
USC Scripter Award:
USC Scripter Award (Robert Festinger and Todd Field (screenwriters);Andre Dubus (author))
Vancouver Film Critics Circle:
Best Actress (Sissy Spacek)
DVD
'In the Bedroom' Without Frills 9 August 2002, New York Times
The Best DVD's of 2002 3 January 2003, New York Times
References
^ Top Grossing Movies That Never Hit the Top 10 at the Box Office
External links
In the Bedroom at the Internet Movie Database
In the Bedroom at Rotten Tomatoes
Categories: Films directed by Todd Field | 2001 films | Films featuring a Best Drama Actress Golden Globe winning performance | Miramax films | 2000s drama films | American drama films

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I keep wondering how desperate people will be to go to extreme measures to upset somebody. Dixie keeps bad-mouthing me; even though before I left she promised me she wouldn't (what made me believe her...?). She continues to paint a bad, false picture of the person that I am, for just merely leaving her because she wasn't good for me and my well being at all.

She keeps blaming everything on me, which I expected, as that is a trait of an abuser towards their victim. After what I went through, trust me - the world would be a much better place without people like her out in this universe. No, it's not a message of hatred - it's just the way I see it.

Dixie, I don't belong to you anymore. Just get over it and leave me alone. None of this would have happened if you didn't treat me the way you did; handled me the way you did.
Really. I keep wondering if I'll ever be sane again after what ensued with her in the past. I'm completely better without her, yes. But I will admit that I can't admit I'm fully happy.

I’m fine. Really. – That’s a lie I tell myself on a daily basis that is meant to be true. Or at least, it is meant – for about six hours a day, but only counting weekdays when I attend school.

It’s a simple concept to grasp. School is like an antidote I drown my pain in, or I numb it completely - and somehow, my mind does a clean wipe and my pain goes away, or at least it’s forgotten about when I am around the people I love. I mean love as in friendship, not in attraction or relation to relatives of my own. My friends that accept me, and take me as I am are seen, in my eyes, as something I wouldn’t be able to cope without. Without them… I don’t think I would serve a single purpose.

I tell my friends almost anything, and everything. With a friend of mine, we both desire and talk about finding “Mr. Right” someday. That’s another lie that I hide with a mask. Due to past experience, and threats from somebody in particular (it's Dixie, I'll reveal) saying that they would leave me if I ever got a boyfriend; I have come to believe that men are deceiving creatures, and I have grown afraid of them. I’ve made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t ever fall in love, for my own safety and protection – but yet, I still have a desire to marry a man. In the past, I have bumped into men online who have treated me merely as their little toy. Like I was some sort of game. They thought I was just for sex; serving very little to no value to them.

I don’t trust them; men. It’s all because of that single threat to betray me if I made certain choices that led me to this - to not be attracted to somebody. Our minds are very powerful, and the more I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t fall in love with anybody started coming to be. I wish I could love again. I want somebody to teach me to love again. But at the same time I debate the usefulness of it.

Come to think of it, it’s hard for anybody to gain my trust, nowadays. I view my trust as a spring – a beautiful spring, flowing with pure water, and anybody was free to drink from it. But now, my trust still is that same spring – only it’s been all dried up over the years. There remains nothing left of water due to everyone drinking more than they should, or they steal it for a cause that is unknown to me. Those who have drank from it are frantic and asking me how the water can be restored. I simply shake my head, and say without a hint of pity in my voice, “It can’t”. They stare back at me in desperation. They ask me again. And again, I shake my head, and my eyes are downcast.
“Sorry, but once you misuse my trust it can’t be regained. That was the choice you made.”

Some people, once I tell them this, become furious – and start spitting at me how I should have warned them. Warned them? Warned who? You? What, were they planning to misuse me anyway? Is that the point they’re trying to get across? You shouldn’t take somebody’s trust and break it – as, even with the most innocent and compassionate creatures, there are certain things that cannot be restored.

I do trust my friends, very much. But there’s always something I hide from them. Pain.
Although, most of my friends vent about what’s happening in their lives to me, and they talk about the pain that they are in, I choose to keep mine hidden. Not just from my friends, but from everybody. I don’t make it visible. I wear a mask; an invisible wall that nobody can climb over to peer into the very depths of what I’m experiencing deep down in the center of my inner core.

But what nobody knows is what goes on behind my bedroom door…

My bedroom is my little hideout. I like it in there, and it would be brought to perfection if it had a lock to the door. Over the course of the past two years, It has become my favourite place. In my bedroom, I used to cry, and I used to cut without anybody knowing. It’s a place where fragments from my past now haunt me whilst I’m there, but at the same time it’s where I can bring my world to a complete stop. I can be comfortable there, but for some reason I am not.

I am afraid of my own bed. When I crawl into the sheets, and pull the covers over my body, almost instantly, my past invades my head.


I often hear stories about teens committing suicide. I sometimes wish I could muster enough courage to throw those pills down my gullet, to tie the knot tighter to the rope…
There are times when my life when I grab a bottle of pills, stare at them, and then I finally put them back and shake my head. I often wonder why I am still here, or why I am as “perfect” as I am.

I have thought about continuing to commit the sin of self-injury. Not only did it feel okay at the time when I used to do it, but I will admit, I liked to stroke them when they would scab over. The rare time, I have debated on using drugs – or going anorexic. There was a time recently over the course of a month or two, when I would weigh myself, and cheer myself on when I would discover I lost a pound and went to a low number – such as 102, 101, or even in the super rare case, 100.
You may ask why I think about this, and I will tell you that it isn’t for attention – although that is what they all say. No, I wouldn’t take it up for attention – but I would take anything up just to admit that there is “something wrong with me”, and I would be admitted to talk to somebody.

“Why don’t you do that now?”
A very good question. The relationship with my parents isn’t the greatest, so I tend to just avoid them. I’m afraid of expressing myself in front of them, so I remain silent. I don’t open up to them. My mother knows about how I used to self-harm, and told me not to do it again. The only reason I obeyed was because I didn’t want her scolding me again. I can’t remember the last time I opened myself up to my mother, and I know that it won’t come soon.

Generally, there isn’t anybody I can completely open up to when I want to talk about how my life is going. I tell most of it, but I hide really important parts for fear that I may be judged, or I won’t ever be talked to again. I drown myself in my past. I want to run from it. But I can’t, it’s bound me by its chains.

We started in December and we are slowly approaching completion of the new master suite addition to our house. We now have THREE hallways in the house. The main hallway in the old house, the hallway connecting the old house and the new addition and the hall in the new addition. We will have a master bedroom with high ceiling, a new bathroom, walk-in close and a separate area for Wayne's desk and computer at the back of the house. We now have to talk to each other by phone if we are both in our offices!!!