hi, the 2009 school year is officially over and so now I have all the time in the world to read good books, watch lovely films, hang with friends, eat, sleep, repeat. welcome home, lazy days. _________________________________________________________________________ A "WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE" OBSESSION  my grandma read this to me when i was a kid and i loved the illustrations :) except i lost my first copy when i was 6, korea. i was really sad IT LOOKS SO EPIC!!!! i'm really really stoked for this movie :) "The adventures of a young boy named Max who, after being sent to bed for misbehaving, imagines that he sails away to where the wild things are. Max is loved by the wild creatures who make him their King, though he soon longs to be back home with his family." THIS DESCRIPTION IS INSUFFICIENT. read the NY times review instead  Max found a pen and began: I WANT Gary to fall into some kind of bottomless hole. I WANT Claire to get her foot caught in a bear trap. I WANT Claire’s friends to die by flesh-eating tapeworms. Then he stopped. His father had explained that the journal was for positive wants, not negative wants. When you wanted something negative, it didn’t count, he said. A want should improve your life while improving the world, even if just a little bit. So Max began again: I WANT to get out of here. I WANT to go to the moon or some other planet. I WANT to find some unicorn DNA and then grow a bunch of them and teach them to impale Claire’s friends with their horns. Oh, well. He could erase it later. Just writing it felt good. But now he was sick of writing. He wanted to do something. But what did he want to do? This was the central question of this day and most days. (via shu)   the Opening Ceremony x Where The Wild Things Are collection, featuring faux fur pieces reminiscent of the cuddly wild things in Spike Jonze's upcoming movie! so beautiful, everything is. i want to get Max's jumpsuit. utter cuteness.  you make my heart sing.      AUST Harper's Bazaar December 2009 Photographer : Chris Searl Styled : Mark Vassallo Model : Alexandra Agoston @ Chic  Barack Obama: We are going to read Where the Wild Things Are. How many people have read this book? This is one of my favorite books. This is one of my favorite books. Alright is everybody ready? Okay. Michelle Obama: Wait, wait is everybody ready? Barack Obama: Is everybody ready? That’s what I’m talking about. We got a fan right here. He knows about the Wild Rumpus. Where the Wild Things Are. The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. He’s got a fork in his hand like he’s going to eat the dog. His mother called him “Wild Thing!” And Max said “I’ll eat you up!” So he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around. And an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day. And in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth And rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws Till Max said “be still!” and tamed them with the magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once And they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all And made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” So this was them in the wild rumpus. Howl! Howl! They were howling and they were dancing in the wild rumpus. Have you guys ever been in a wild rumpus? I bet you guys…you guys look like you have a wild rumpus all the time. Look at them they’re swinging off trees. They’re howling at the moon. They’re dancing. “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- We’ll eat you up-we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye. And sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day And into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him And it was still hot. The End.  LET THE WILD RUMPUS START -Natalie say hi http://catastrophe23.tumblr.com http://twitter.com/herbonestrcture
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