School is finally over. YAY! Exams officially ended for me Thursday after I submitted my final paper, but I think I might have mentioned that in my last update. ANYWAYS... I'm really excited because I've got a pile of books sitting in a corner that have been collecting dust since August when life blew up and suddenly I had more work than hours in the day. But now I get to pick up a book and read! For pleasure! It's remarkable!
...enter new pet peeve...
I picked up this book called Matched by Ally Condie because I'd heard it was good. When I was checking out at Borders the girl at the register even said something like, "Oh I want to buy this book I know so many people that have read it and just LOVED it." So I was really enthused. Maybe my problem is I'm still grabbing books from the Young Adult section, but this woman's writing is not any better than mine. In fact, I felt like I was back in a creative writing workshop as I started reading it. I read the first couple of pages and I haven't gone back to it because I'm a little jealous this woman managed to get published.
...with that being said, I'd like to point out to myself that I haven't actually tried to get anything published, so it's not like I can actually be bitter that this woman is published. Besides, it's all about who you know and maybe this woman knows someone. I mean, that's how Stephenie Meyer got published...
On a different note... went to see Tangled with Cammie, Becky and Beedge today. OMG it was so cute. It was Cammie's first time in a movie theater and she made it through 90% of the movie without a fuss. But the wonderful thing was, when she did get antsy, Beedge took her out so Becky and I could enjoy the movie. It's my new favorite Disney movie. No joke. It was adorable. I recommend that everyone go out and see it. Pronto. Twice.
Because it's a Disney movie there aren't any leaked portions on youtube... but that's a really funny fake ad and it contains one of my favorite parts...when her hair heals Eugene. =)
Happy Saturday!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Capote
Why do films that are based off real events change substantial facts? Like names? I'm sitting down with Capote which I've only heard good things about... and I'm already annoyed that they've changed the names of Nancy's best friend and boyfriend. For anyone who hasn't seen Capote or doesn't know the storyline: the movie follows Truman Capote as he investigates the murders of the Clutter family in order to write his book In Cold Blood. We just read In Cold Blood in class so I'm very familiar with the story of the murders (not so much with his research of the incident). But Nancy's best friend's name is Susan (not Laura) and her boyfriend's name was Bobby (not Daniel). Why would you change something like that??? I would understand maybe protecting these people... but the film was made in 2005 and Capote's book came out in the 60's. Helloooo... their identities are already out there.
Also, Philip Seymour Hoffman reminds me of the kid who plays in A Christmas Story. If Capote was this annoying in real life, I don't see how Harper Lee was actually friends with him...
Alright, I'm done critiquing the film (damn my film class) and I'm going back to enjoy it (or at least try).
Also, Philip Seymour Hoffman reminds me of the kid who plays in A Christmas Story. If Capote was this annoying in real life, I don't see how Harper Lee was actually friends with him...
Alright, I'm done critiquing the film (damn my film class) and I'm going back to enjoy it (or at least try).
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
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Dad emailed me the link to take that test... I think it might be true. Dunno. Saw the results, saw that I could post them and that was pretty much the end of my attention span. There might possibly be a link somewhere there so that you people can take the test. Take it and let me know what you got. We can compare answers like we're in high school comparing test grades! haha
Came up with a description today and I'm not sure if I like it enough to use it. There was a lady at Outback tonight with a really long nose and I said "Jesus, her nose looks like a ski slope." Will I use it in some of my writings? TBD.
I have off tomorrow because we're dead so I'm going to go type! =) I love this free time stuff!
I love this Christmas song. Still in denial that Christmas is next week though.
Monday, December 13, 2010
If it's not like the movies
So I was thinking about this today:
People keep telling me I'm too picky when it comes to guys. This is ridiculous. Why wouldn't I be picky? I'm looking for my "better" half... not my worse half. Hellloooo...
I'll concede. I know I'm a little picky. But can you blame me for not trusting wholeheartedly in love?
Something else I was thinking about today... and this is spurred by my discovery of my old LiveJournal. How can you expect to be happy in a relationship if you aren't happy in life? I'm not saying that if my life was a little more perfect in high school than it was I'd still be with Matt. But goodness no wonder things didn't work out. I was so unhappy. I turned to him to provide me with the things in life I thought I was missing and ended up acting like an ass to him. Maybe that's why the divorce rate is so high. People need to understand you have to make yourself happy before you can be happy with others.
Today's enlightening thought brought to you by Stephanie. LOL
New favorite song by Katy Perry. Not like the Movies.
People keep telling me I'm too picky when it comes to guys. This is ridiculous. Why wouldn't I be picky? I'm looking for my "better" half... not my worse half. Hellloooo...
I'll concede. I know I'm a little picky. But can you blame me for not trusting wholeheartedly in love?
Something else I was thinking about today... and this is spurred by my discovery of my old LiveJournal. How can you expect to be happy in a relationship if you aren't happy in life? I'm not saying that if my life was a little more perfect in high school than it was I'd still be with Matt. But goodness no wonder things didn't work out. I was so unhappy. I turned to him to provide me with the things in life I thought I was missing and ended up acting like an ass to him. Maybe that's why the divorce rate is so high. People need to understand you have to make yourself happy before you can be happy with others.
Today's enlightening thought brought to you by Stephanie. LOL
New favorite song by Katy Perry. Not like the Movies.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Flashback.
Not a lot to update about... I'm about to start finals at school. I've actually only got 1 test to take this week, the other two classes just require papers. For the sports doc class I have to write a 7-8 page paper comparing three films and I'm at the bottom of page 6 and only halfway through the second film... so needless to say I'm going to email the teacher and see if I can't drop the third film. Other people were only doing two films so I don't think it should be a problem, but we'll see.
Friday night Thor (the night receptionist, not the thunder god) came up behind me doing that little snap/clap combination that I can never seem to get down and then kind of stood right behind me looking over my shoulder. He reminded me so much of Chris in that moment that I had to push away from my desk and ask him to not do that again. So I'm sure Thor now thinks I'm completely nuts (but lets face it, it's not that far off base).
I rediscovered another online blog that I had from 2003-2007. And get this, I managed to post almost every day. Shocker! So I've spent most of my free time this weekend reading back through all of the entries. Needless to say, it's been a bit surreal. It's like reading through a really bad history book. I never realized how depressed I was in 2005. Or how obsessed I was with my high school boyfriend, despite living 300 miles from him. Also, only a few posts about James and I, but I read them and wanted to reach through the computer screen and shake my former self. How I ever let that relationship last for over a month is beyond me. Also interesting is how often my mom and I fought and how much I hated my dad.
Obviously when you look back on something, you're going to remember it differently than how it actually happened. Time seems to warp events in peoples' heads, and my head was no different. Reading back through things, I remember a lot of stuff a lot better than it actually was. Take my relationship with Matt for instance. I always think that we just kind of drifted apart. In actuality, I was a bitch... and then we drifted apart. I was so miserable with life when I was with him that I ended up taking a lot of things out on him and for some crazy reason he stayed with me. I'm not going to say we didn't drift apart, because we did. But maybe our breakup(s) didn't have to be so bad. Maybe if I hadn't been such an awful person, we'd still be friends now. But it is what it is.
Also interesting is to read back through all of my entires about Domino's. I miss that crew. We had such a good time together.
I also miss Tara and Tracy like crazy. Those two were my absolute best friends for four years and I barely talk to them anymore. I mean, with Tracy it's somewhat understandable. She lives in Alaska and we had a pretty big falling out a couple years ago that we haven't quite recovered from. But Tara lives in Alexandria. No excuses there. Thank god Sara and I are still so close. Otherwise I'd consider myself a huge failure. And I know time changes and people change... but seriously.
So as a result of all the dug up memories, I had the strangest dream last night. I was back with Matt and he joined the military... and we moved to.... Alaska. LOL. Tracy was there and she couldn't understand why I hated Alaska so much. Our neighborhood (because naturally we were neighbors) was 50 miles from civilization of any type and we had to hunt for our food. It was the strangest thing.
But anyways, I think I've procrastinated from my paper for long enough.
I love this song. It's my new favorite.
totally forgot! I was going to post a link to the livejournal so you guys can take a look into my head from seven years ago. Enjoy =)
http://lilpizzagurl.livejournal.com/
Friday night Thor (the night receptionist, not the thunder god) came up behind me doing that little snap/clap combination that I can never seem to get down and then kind of stood right behind me looking over my shoulder. He reminded me so much of Chris in that moment that I had to push away from my desk and ask him to not do that again. So I'm sure Thor now thinks I'm completely nuts (but lets face it, it's not that far off base).
I rediscovered another online blog that I had from 2003-2007. And get this, I managed to post almost every day. Shocker! So I've spent most of my free time this weekend reading back through all of the entries. Needless to say, it's been a bit surreal. It's like reading through a really bad history book. I never realized how depressed I was in 2005. Or how obsessed I was with my high school boyfriend, despite living 300 miles from him. Also, only a few posts about James and I, but I read them and wanted to reach through the computer screen and shake my former self. How I ever let that relationship last for over a month is beyond me. Also interesting is how often my mom and I fought and how much I hated my dad.
Obviously when you look back on something, you're going to remember it differently than how it actually happened. Time seems to warp events in peoples' heads, and my head was no different. Reading back through things, I remember a lot of stuff a lot better than it actually was. Take my relationship with Matt for instance. I always think that we just kind of drifted apart. In actuality, I was a bitch... and then we drifted apart. I was so miserable with life when I was with him that I ended up taking a lot of things out on him and for some crazy reason he stayed with me. I'm not going to say we didn't drift apart, because we did. But maybe our breakup(s) didn't have to be so bad. Maybe if I hadn't been such an awful person, we'd still be friends now. But it is what it is.
Also interesting is to read back through all of my entires about Domino's. I miss that crew. We had such a good time together.
I also miss Tara and Tracy like crazy. Those two were my absolute best friends for four years and I barely talk to them anymore. I mean, with Tracy it's somewhat understandable. She lives in Alaska and we had a pretty big falling out a couple years ago that we haven't quite recovered from. But Tara lives in Alexandria. No excuses there. Thank god Sara and I are still so close. Otherwise I'd consider myself a huge failure. And I know time changes and people change... but seriously.
So as a result of all the dug up memories, I had the strangest dream last night. I was back with Matt and he joined the military... and we moved to.... Alaska. LOL. Tracy was there and she couldn't understand why I hated Alaska so much. Our neighborhood (because naturally we were neighbors) was 50 miles from civilization of any type and we had to hunt for our food. It was the strangest thing.
But anyways, I think I've procrastinated from my paper for long enough.
I love this song. It's my new favorite.
totally forgot! I was going to post a link to the livejournal so you guys can take a look into my head from seven years ago. Enjoy =)
http://lilpizzagurl.livejournal.com/
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Important lesson
I'm sure everyone has been somewhere where a cell phone (whether your own or someone around you) has gone off unexpectedly, interrupting perfect silence, or near silence, or an important conversation. Or even to be more general, we've all had cell phones go off while we're in public. Now, when I pick ringtones out I typically pick ones that don't embarass me if someone other than myself hears it.
I was sitting in class today, half falling asleep because my teacher has a horrible tendency of going on and on and on about something he's passionate about but that the rest of us just don't give a damn about, and he was in between thought processes when a girl's cell phone went off from the back of the room. Now, having a cell phone go off is embarassing enough in a class, but needless to say she has to be very thankful that we only have one week left of class so she doesn't have to see any of us ever again. Her ring tone was a mechanical voice saying "I am NOT a whore. I am NOT a whore." Then, to make matters worse (or better, depending on your viewpoint) she couldn't silence the phone so we got to listen to about twenty seconds of her phone reminding her that she's not a whore. While, of course, the rest of the class is thinking the exact opposite. Maybe this is supposed to be her alarm clock for those nights out at bars? A nice perky reminder in the morning that she has nothing to be ashamed of? haha... I'll stop being mean.
I was sitting in class today, half falling asleep because my teacher has a horrible tendency of going on and on and on about something he's passionate about but that the rest of us just don't give a damn about, and he was in between thought processes when a girl's cell phone went off from the back of the room. Now, having a cell phone go off is embarassing enough in a class, but needless to say she has to be very thankful that we only have one week left of class so she doesn't have to see any of us ever again. Her ring tone was a mechanical voice saying "I am NOT a whore. I am NOT a whore." Then, to make matters worse (or better, depending on your viewpoint) she couldn't silence the phone so we got to listen to about twenty seconds of her phone reminding her that she's not a whore. While, of course, the rest of the class is thinking the exact opposite. Maybe this is supposed to be her alarm clock for those nights out at bars? A nice perky reminder in the morning that she has nothing to be ashamed of? haha... I'll stop being mean.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
*cough cough*
So it seems totally redunant to say "I'm a baaaaad baaaad blogger" so, other than saying that much, I'll refrain from comment.
So what's been going on with me in the past month, you ask?
School.
Work.
School work.
Rinse, repeat.
Did a really stupid thing last week. I bought a MAC (not the stupid thing, lol) and I was transfering music from my old laptop to the new mac via my flashdrive because iTunes is a bitch about transfering music. Well in the process of loading the flash drive, copying files to the mac, and deleting the music in order to make room for more... I deleted a folder containing about thirty pages worth of manuscript for my novel "Life gets in the way" based off my friendship with Chris.
Needless to say, I was pissed.
But, in the spirit of trying to see everything in a "cup is half full" mantra, I'm trying not to be upset about it. Either this is a sign that Chris wasn't too happy about my writing... or it was a sign I can do better. I'm going to take it as a sign that I can do better. So I sat down last Friday night and attempted to start retyping it... and I just wasn't feeling the retype. I got a page and a half into it and stopped. Hopefully the spirit will move me again to start writing it... because I'm really thinking this might provide some closure with the whole situation (I'm grasping at straws here... notice I said that I was hoping to find closure from burning the letter to him? Yeah, closure is still missing.).
Over the weekend, my friend Ann (who is an amazing writer and also an incredible person) hosted a little get together at her house with some of her female writing friends. The process was amazing. I was the youngest one there... I think the woman closest in age to me was probably in her mid thirties. Everyone else was married... married/divorced... married with kids... married/divorced with kids... etc. It was very much like being back in a creative writing workshop, except instead of reading the pieces on our own, the authors read them out loud to get feedback afterwards. This adds a new dimension because not only do you get the voice of the piece, but you get the voice of the author. Obviously if someone is looking for publication it isn't beneficial to rely on verbal readings in order to connect with your reader, but in this situation it was enlightening.
I had wanted to read from my piece about Chris... but of course I deleted it two nights prior so I couldn't. I ended up reading from my novel "Collide" and let me tell you... if it is beneficial to hear someone else read their piece out loud in order to hear their tone/voice, it's benefical to read out loud in order to discover things that are unnecessary/redundant/confusing. I have a looooot of editing to do, but I'm really excited about it. I might try to get into the habit of reading things out loud more often just to see what I can come up with.
Anyways, I'm dog sitting and the dogs are downstairs and voicing their opinions about being left alone, so I'm going to say adieu. School ends in two weeks, so maybe I'll update more often? Haha... don't hold your breath =)
So what's been going on with me in the past month, you ask?
School.
Work.
School work.
Rinse, repeat.
Did a really stupid thing last week. I bought a MAC (not the stupid thing, lol) and I was transfering music from my old laptop to the new mac via my flashdrive because iTunes is a bitch about transfering music. Well in the process of loading the flash drive, copying files to the mac, and deleting the music in order to make room for more... I deleted a folder containing about thirty pages worth of manuscript for my novel "Life gets in the way" based off my friendship with Chris.
Needless to say, I was pissed.
But, in the spirit of trying to see everything in a "cup is half full" mantra, I'm trying not to be upset about it. Either this is a sign that Chris wasn't too happy about my writing... or it was a sign I can do better. I'm going to take it as a sign that I can do better. So I sat down last Friday night and attempted to start retyping it... and I just wasn't feeling the retype. I got a page and a half into it and stopped. Hopefully the spirit will move me again to start writing it... because I'm really thinking this might provide some closure with the whole situation (I'm grasping at straws here... notice I said that I was hoping to find closure from burning the letter to him? Yeah, closure is still missing.).
Over the weekend, my friend Ann (who is an amazing writer and also an incredible person) hosted a little get together at her house with some of her female writing friends. The process was amazing. I was the youngest one there... I think the woman closest in age to me was probably in her mid thirties. Everyone else was married... married/divorced... married with kids... married/divorced with kids... etc. It was very much like being back in a creative writing workshop, except instead of reading the pieces on our own, the authors read them out loud to get feedback afterwards. This adds a new dimension because not only do you get the voice of the piece, but you get the voice of the author. Obviously if someone is looking for publication it isn't beneficial to rely on verbal readings in order to connect with your reader, but in this situation it was enlightening.
I had wanted to read from my piece about Chris... but of course I deleted it two nights prior so I couldn't. I ended up reading from my novel "Collide" and let me tell you... if it is beneficial to hear someone else read their piece out loud in order to hear their tone/voice, it's benefical to read out loud in order to discover things that are unnecessary/redundant/confusing. I have a looooot of editing to do, but I'm really excited about it. I might try to get into the habit of reading things out loud more often just to see what I can come up with.
Anyways, I'm dog sitting and the dogs are downstairs and voicing their opinions about being left alone, so I'm going to say adieu. School ends in two weeks, so maybe I'll update more often? Haha... don't hold your breath =)
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