some thoughts on some movies.

Forrest Gump: This is on my top 3 favorite movies, so I have little to complain about. The one and only thing I have to complain about this movie is Jenny. Each time I watch this movie, I hate Jenny just a little bit more. She doesn't deserve Forrest Gump and I really hate how she just comes in and out of his life as she pleases. I don't care that she wrote him a lot of letters that got delievered to him all at once when he was in the hospital trying to give Lt. Dan ice cream. She turns down his sweet proposal, sneaks into his room at night, bounces before he wakes up and leaves him all alone. Then she has a child, apparently has AIDS (even though it doesn't say it in the movie, it hints at it) and then proposes to sweet Forrest after she finds out she is sick with a virus the doctors don't know. I connected the dots the other day and realized that if she has AIDS, she gave it to Forrest. Ugh. I hate her. Don't even get me started when she is dying in bed and asks Forrest if he was scared in 'Nam and he goes through all the beautiful things of his life and she says, "I wish I could have been there with you." and sweet, loving Forrest says, "You were." MAKES ME CRY EVERY TIME. Then that is followed by the saddest scene in any movie. When he is talking to her grave. I have to stop talking before I cry.

(500) Days of Summer: Summer is another character I hate. I have a lot of feelings on her and the movie... but I will just end it with I hate Summer and she is a tease. I mean, yeah, she did make her intentions clear she wanted "casual" but at the same time she led him on and she knew it cause she is a mean girl. But I'm probably just feeling this way because I am totally a Tom while some people who are Summer agree with Summer. I love debating this movie, so please comment if you agree/disagree.

The Little Mermaid: My youth was heavily influenced by this movie. I stole a fork from the silverware drawer and made it my own dinglehopper. I pretended I was Ariel every time I took a bath. And yes, Prince Eric was my first on-screen crush and every time I watch Little Mermaid to this day I totally see why. Yes, please.

Shaun of the Dead: Obviously on my top three. Another one with no complaints. But I do think Shaun can do better than Liz and it was a blessing that she broke up with him. She seemed whiney and like a complainer who was hard to please. He could find someone cooler who would actually enjoy spending all their time together at the Winchester. Like me! Very disappointed they got back together.

This is part I. Part II coming... someday.

it hurts to hold on but you miss it when its gone.

“If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.” 

Jean-Paul Sartre

“Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right."

Charles Bukowski

I really enjoy spending time alone (but not too much because I go crazy when I don't have anyone to laugh with or tell something to). 

i'm just gonna have to accept it.

Here are some things I am just going to have to accept never happening.

1. Giving up soda FOR GOOD. I just can't. I'm weak.
2. Getting to work on time. I will always be five minutes late. Even when I wake up thirty minutes early. ???
3. Being in bed before midnight. Ha.
4. Remembering what I was going to say the first time I try and say it.

oh and please look at the fortunes me and steve got last night....

We were both craving chinese food.

After we were done eating we opened up our fortunes...

Steve read his first and I thought it was special and tender.

Then, I opened mine to discover it was the EXACT SAME as his.

HMMM...

Silly Universe.

 

my life is a little bit ruined.

The weekend was great and now it is over! Just wanted to get that obvious statement out of the way.

So... why my life is a tiny bit ruined. My friend e-mailed me at work today and asked if I knew what a skinwalker was. Bless. What a frightening thing it is. Like, TERRIFYING. I'm no expert on the skinwalkers, but from what I read on the internet it is really disturbing and scary and I hope I continue to live my life without encountering a skinwalker. I'm not going to go into the details here... mostly because I get scared easy and I don't want to scare myself by writing about it, so If you want to know more, please just Google 'skinwalkers in Utah'. Apparently they are huge on a few ranches in Utah.

I'm really happy these days and it's all because of little bunny Lou. Whoever said money doesn't buy happiness obviously has never used money to buy a bunny.

We watched the movie Taken last night. Made me super excited for the sequel. If you didn't know there was going to be a sequel, well now you know.

I made the decision to go from medium auburn hair to intense auburn hair. Here it is:

 

i used to sleep without a single stir.

We went to the Brand New concert on Friday.
As expected, we surely were not disappointed.

They played every song I was hoping they would.
They opened with Millstone, one of my favesies.

Right before Brand New took the stage Telepreformance came on the stage with arm fulls of t-shirts and said, "who wants a brand new t-shirt??" and I didn't know if they meant brand new as in brand new or brand new as in Brand New the band. What a conundrum!

I'm always amused at all the variety of people a concert/band attracts.
I saw hipsters, goths, people in sweats, preps, sluts, old people, couples who embrace each other the whole time, etc.

The hippies were right. Music really does bring everyone together.

I sadly don't have a decent picture of Brand New on stage since we weren't that close to the stage.
Because the only worse than not having a picture of the band is having a really low quality picture of the band where it can easily be mistaken for Christmas tree (or something twinkley) from far away.

lou.

photo by me:

taken this morning

right before I fed him breakfast

Reader,

There aren't enough words to explain how much I love Lou.

I love how cute he looks when he eats.

I love how cute he looks when he licks his paws and then rubs his cheeks.

I love how cute it sounds when I hear his teeth clinking on his water bottle thingy when he drinks.

I love how he eats Cheerios out of my hand.

I love his feet, tail and ears.

I really just love him.

He is starting to warm up to me. I have been letting him out of his cage and laying on the floor a few times throughout the day and he is starting to lay on my belly and let me pet him more.

WAHOO!

We are making some progress.

Before we know it, I will be the crazy bunny lady who is signing Lou up for bunny ballroom dances. 

I hope that's a thing.

little bunny lou lou.

Here he is.

Lewis.

Oh yeah, we ended up naming him Lewis.

Lou for short.

 

 

 

He was really sweet when we first picked him up.

He let me cuddle him and hold him and pet him.

 

He was a good little bunny the whole drive home.

Then when we got home, he got sassy.

He did a lot of this:

 

 

But I still love him.

It took him a while to get comfortable and eat and drink.

He hid behind the toilet for almost an hour.

We got his cage set up and now he looks like he feels at home.

His favorite snack so far is muli-grain Cheerios.

 

And there is no sweeter sound (or sight) than him trying to run on hardwood floors.

I love him so much I'm afraid I might go Lenny on him.

You won't get that joke unless you have read Of Mice and Men.

 

We have a lot of training to do and I'm excited to do it.

I just really really really love him.

 

Here he is refusing to eat a carrot while looking adorable:

 

 

He also likes when I sing "Little Bunny Foo Foo" but change it to "Little Bunny Lou Lou"

 

 

 

We read online that in order to get your pet bunny to trust you, you have to lay on your belly on the floor and let it explore the room. Eventually, the bunny will come to you and get familiar with your smell and see you are not a threat. I was doing this last night (and felt like an idiot cause I looked like I was planking in my living room) and it totally worked. Lou came hopping over and started hopping on my head and back. I was in heaven. Then he started sniffing my head and then I felt a BITE. My instinct reaction was to freak out but I didn't want to scare him. So there I laid in the living room, silently screaming because a bunny just bit my head. I let him roam around and get familiar with the place for about an hour and then he hopped back into to Bunnytown (his cage) and he went to bed. So if i keept doing this, I think he will be just fine. 

spoiler alert!

So... I didn't want to say anything. I wanted to keep it a secret until it was official. But I am just TOO EXCITED to act like my life isn't going to be complete today around 3PM.

The news is:

 

I AM GETTING A PET BUNNY!

 

 

It's a boy. He is four months old. And a Holland Lop. Of course I will post a picture when I pick him up today, but I found a picture on Google that looked similar to him.

 

 

 

 

Holland Lops... you all are going to have to stop being so precious right now.

 

A Holland Lop is the perfect animal for me. This is what it says about them on Wikipedia:

 

They are popular house pets, known for their sweet temperament and nonaggressive behavior, though they retain a certain doglike tenacity.

 

Steve and I decided we didn't want to name it a normal pet name like, Scooter or Mittens. So we are naming it Eric Simon.

 

I already love him so much.

 

Brace yourself for bunny picture overload.





what to do!!!

I'm not exactly sure... but I could possibly be the most indecisive person ever.

(laugh if you get what I just did)

But really. I am the most indecisive person and it sucks. I read somewhere once that the youngest child has a tendency to be indecisive when they are adults because their siblings boss them around their whole youth that they aren't used to choosing anything for themselves. And since I'm the youngest, I'm pretty sure that is true.

Right now, I'm trying to decide if I want to get straight across bangs again.

I really want them and think they are more fitting for my face shape... but I keep thinking of how when I grew them out last time it took SEVEN MONTHS to barely get them to tuck behind my ear. And how bad bangs suck when the wind is blowing. And how bad bangs suck when you are sweaty.Actually... everything kind of sucks when you are sweaty.


BLAH.

I hope I can come to a conclusion soon. Because I really want to change my hair soon. But for now, I have some Pizzarolls waiting for me in the microwave. WWEEEEEE.

Oh and can we talk about how I have FREE tickets to see Brand New this Friday? Looks like my life will officially be complete this Friday.

photo by: me

i'm 23 and this the coolest thing that has happened to me probably.

I just want to let it be known...

That this morning when I checked my Instacrack (Instagram, but it's addicting like crack)...

It said I had a request from someone who wished to follow me.

Will you please guess who it was?

.......

REEL BIG FISH.

The official account for Reel Big Fish.

Reel Big Fish is now following me on the Instagrams.

Oh, and Reel Big Fish just happens to me on my top 10 favorite bands. If you don't know them, Youtube them. (Where Have You Been?, She Has a Girlfriend Now, Beer, Trendy, Sell Out, Your Guts)

At first, I was like... hmm, well maybe they just are freakin' awesome and just follow all their fans back. But nope. I checked and they are only following 60-ish people. They are still awesome though.

I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing that this is easily the coolest thing that has happened to me... besides that one time I got a personal shoutout on the Elvis radio station on SIRIUS Radio.

I saw Reel Big Fish in concert just this summer and they are great live. Here is photo evidence:

photo by: me

 

shaun of the dead.

Today I am grateful for having movies on my iPod to watch/listen/silently laugh at work to.

Especially this one:

you're not quite the one by karen noble

You’re not quite the one because you don’t feel permanent. You’re lovely. You’re here. You’re soft and comfortable and I can curl up beside you and hey, at least neither of us are alone. You don’t feel like the start of something, you feel like the continuation of nothing. You’re not quite the one because we’re not even thinking about crazy concepts like the “one.” No one is meeting anyone’s parents. No one is going to be a plus-one at anyone’s friend’s weddings. No one is holding hands on the subway train. You’re not quite the one because you’re not meant to be the one. You’re a bookmark, a beautiful pause, a blinking light on hold at an office desk. 

I found it on April's blog. One of my favorite blogs that you should be reading daily.

some of the worst things ever.

Here is a little list I made of the things that I think are the worsts things ever. Reader, if I know you (and i'm pretty sure I do) you will agree with most.

1. When you mean to buy normal mascara and you get home to see you bought WATERPROOF.
2. When you are out of conditioner and you keep meaning to go get some and when you finally do... you get home and realize you really are an idiot and see you bought shampoo.
3. When you see a ran over bunny on the road... and realize it's the same bunny you've seen every day for the last two weeks. :( R.I.P. Cute Bunny.
4. Being hungry.
5. Being awkward.
6. September 11th. I watched so many documentaries yesterday on September 11th and my heart is still broken.
7. #6 brings me to #7. Terrorists.
8. Grumpy people.
9. When you remember that you will never see the Doors perform live.
10. The fact that it is 2012 and some people still aren't treated equally.
11. When your debit card falls out of your back pocket and lands in the toilet.


Some things that aren't the worst things ever:

1. When you run out of shampoo and conditioner at the same time!
2. When you order something from Amazon and it comes in the mail.
3. Sugar free RedBull.

can't concentrate.

One time when I was in 5th grade, I found out that all of my friends were talking bad about me behind my back. When I found out, all I wanted to do was take the hall-pass to the bathroom and cry.

Cry.
Cry.
Cry.

But I didn't. I held it in and acted like I didn't care and saved it til I got home. When I got home, I screamed as loud and as hard as I could into my pillow.

And I felt so much better.

It turns out, this method still works wonderfully today. But it kind of makes me feel like a crazy.

5th grade Kaleena was brilliant.

today.

 

 

This is a tribute to September 11th.

My heart still aches for all the families and people affected by this tragic day.

I was only in 7th grade when this happened.

And I was really scared hearing the news and immediately felt grateful for all the people in  my life that I love.



hmm.. hmm...

“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, 
no matter what they tell you, 
it's not because they enjoy solitude. 
It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.” 

Jodi Picoult

a pedestrian weekend.

Another weekend has come and gone,
another weekend that wasn't even long.

It's Monday and I am writing stupid poems. What is happening? Well, I don't know. But I do know that I am bored at work and sometimes I write dumb poems when I'm bored.

This weekend was pretty... pedestrian.

Friday: Drove up to Logan. Watched the Utah Utes football team get beat by Utah State. OH MY GAH. Such a sad and depressing event to see.

Saturday: Spent napping, eating, eating, snacking, complaining that I eat too much, and snacking. Then to top this day off, we went down to Buffalo Wild Wings (or as Shandey calls it, Buffalo Wild Bills) and ate some more. What a wonderful thing eating and complaining is.

Sunday: Nothing. But my niece Molly was born and she is a sweet little baby bean.

It's pretty rainy and cloudy and awesome today. So my plans for when I get home is to get my jammy jams, put in Scott Pilgrim vs The World in the ol' DVD machine and watch it. You can join if you want because as of right now it looks like it will be a one woman pajama party!

molly.

I am officially an Aunt of four.

My sister, Shandey, had a baby today!

It is a little baby girl.

Named Molly.

I already love her so much it hurts.

Happy birthday, Molly!

Can't wait to sneak you candy and pop when your mom isn't looking.

Tee hee.

sometimes.

Sometimes you never get used to it and you just have to live with it.

Sometimes you just have to ask yourself to deal with it.

And sometimes when you are okay with dealing with it,

it all finally gets better.

And you find you had the courage all along.

i've been inspired.

Watch this video with me.
And then laugh at this video with me.

This guy is my hero. This is such a funny idea. I wish I was friends with this dude. I'm going to start thinking of some better names for things on my own!

Oh. And I did just realized that I have NO WORK tomorrow so I'm pretty much about to fall on the floor with excitement.

FINALLY.

Thrilled.
Happy.
Relieved.
Excited.

Those are the things I am feeling since it is officially September. Mainly because I don't like summer. I seem to have bad luck in the summer...

-Bee sting.
-Fell off a deep curb and landed on my back while badly hurting my foot. (it's okay to laugh, i'm sure everyone in my apartment building did)!
-Getting locked out.
-Birthday mishaps.
-Just a bunch of little stupid stuff that adds up to be just annoying.

And the summertime is just TOO HOT. Pretty much the only thing I like about the summer are the popsicles and occasionally seeing a big dog running through a sprinkler.

Oh well. That's all in the past and now I can be happy that the best/prettiest time of year is here.