Bella

This weekend, I watched the movie Bella. It's a pretty simple movie plot-wise-- former pro soccer player helps out pregnant waitress recently fired by his brother and emotional drama ensues. This is what complicates things-- the emotions experienced by the main characters as they agonize over past actions and future decisions. I heart it-- it's a love poem to New York, and a warning against hasty decisions. Plus, there's a lot of spanish woven throughout which i love! And...have you looked at the main character? Wow. That's all.

Ok it's not all. Another reason I love this movie is because it's about love. Not lust, not erotic, and barely even about romantic love. It's about the purest form of love-- disinterested, sincere, and unflaggingly generous. And it's beautiful.

Wall-E

A really great review for Wall-E. I want to see it like nobody's business!

http://movies.nytimes.com/2008/06/27/movies/27wall.html?8dpc

Why do I always have

SINUS PRESSURE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>.argh.

Why I don't like Kanye

Last night I spent approximately 4 hours watching the BET awards waiting to see Kany West perform. Well, I was waiting for other performances as well, but Kanye was the only one that kept not happening. And then, guess what? The end of the program came and NO KANYE. What is the world coming to? When television networks must make empty promises so that we, the masses, will watch their programming.

I also realized something last nigh-- BET is cleaner than both MTV *and* VH1. I mean, honestly. VH1 is supposed to be a music network for washed up 30-somethings with nothing better to do with their mornings. But VH1 is ruining the wholesomeness of those single-person homes with programs like "Rock of Love" one and two. When a booty video is the cleanest thing you could watch....just.....sigh.

20000 leagues under the sea

Sometimes I inadvertently drink so much water that my head starts to hurt and I feel like I'm swimming. Woops. Right now is actually one of those times, and I decided to share that fact with you lucky folks.

Mike Myers' fatal flaw

My favorite part of the NYTimes review of "The Love Guru," a movie which, though I haven't seen it, seems like an insult to the entire medium.

"The movie’s takeaway catchphrase is 'Mariska Hargitay,' which is used by the title character as a fake-Hindi spiritual greeting. This is almost hilarious the first 11 or so times he does it, but by the time Guru Pitka (Mr. Myers) says 'Mariska Hargitay' to Ms. Hargitay herself, it’s somehow less amusing than it should be.

Which might sum up 'The Love Guru' in its entirety but only at the risk of grievously understating the movie’s awfulness. A whole new vocabulary seems to be required. To say that the movie is not funny is merely to affirm the obvious. The word 'unfunny' surely applies to Mr. Myers’s obnoxious attempts to find mirth in physical and cultural differences but does not quite capture the strenuous unpleasantness of his performance. No, 'The Love Guru' is downright antifunny, an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again."

Um...yeah.

So this week has been pretty exciting. Or last week really. Melissa was here on Tuesday night, and went into the MTC the next day. I can't even begin to describe how good it was to see her again. I forgot how much I need her. But..alas. my needs are unimportant.

On wednesday I was deathly ill.

On Thursday Craig and my mom got here and we've basically been chillin' since then. Craig is now installed at the Elms, and mother is spending the next couple of days up in SLC until her flight leaves on wednesday morning. It was amazingly good to have her here to just sit with. I've been needing that.

Last night at ward prayer, I was talking to my home teacher about how i was doing and it went somehow in just a few minutes from "I'm doing really good" to "i'm so stressed out I can't take it and I need a break" and I didn't even really realize where it was going until I was already there and he was standing there with this look in his eyes that just screamed "HELP!" and saying "Um...is there...anything you...um... need?" Sigh.

Remember how I start more than half of my blogs with "so..."? I do.

The sickness of me

So this week, if anybody missed it, I almost died. I had a whole day of not being able to breathe or open my right eye. And while one day may not sound that dramatic, trust me, it was. Luckily, I have recovered enough to be able to venture among the general populace again.

Something funny happened a couple of days ago but I can't remembe what it was.

My mom and brother got here last night. i sat with them while they ate dinner and then we went to kung fu panda which was, surprisingly enough, one of the funniest movies I've seen for a while. I expected....another really immature animated movie, but nopw, it was just hilarious. loved it.

Today we went to the temple together which was, of course, awesome. I haven't ever been with my brother before since he didn't go through till after I left. Just glad they're here.

Arg

Sick this morning. There is no end to the dripping. SAAAAAAAAAAAAD

I <3 microsoft.

So. You know when you buy a new computer? Yeah, me too. Well, I just did, and it made me remember one of my microsoft pet peeves. You know how they always put random stuff in your "my pictures" and "my music," etc? Like they put pictures and music there to demonstrate because you couldn't figure out what could possibly belong in a folder called "my music." So they assume that I actually know or care who in the world Marc Seales or The Posies are. Give me a break. I have this picture in my mind of some soft-jazz obsessed programmer up in Seattle loading new versions of windows with crap music to spread his mediocrity to the masses. Of course his supervisors would go through and cull the excess files, but some would inevitably slip through and end up polluting my ear drums and those of millions of others. Do you think that starving kids in China want to listen to "OAM's Blues" by Aaron Goldberg? That won't fill their bellies. Just quit trying to a difference because IT'S NOT WORKING.

So last night I was trying to talk to my mom on the phone right before I went to bed, and I went outside to sit on the front steps because it was quieter outside. It was great until everyone in the apartment right across from ours came spilling out carrying marshmallow blow guns. Ok great whatever. It got noisy so I walked out to the street and sat on the grass in front of our complex to continue my conversation. About 5 minutes later, I feel something hit me in the back of the head. I turn around and there are two guys standing maybe 10 feet behind me giggling like schoolgirls over their blowguns.

Ok, maybe if I hadn't been distracted and busy doing something else, I would have been amused. I ALSO might have been amused if I was about 15 yeas younger than I am. But I wasn't and I'm not.
So I turned around and peevishly asked them to stop. I did say please. Then they just looked sheepish and left. And I finished my conversation in peace.

Sometimes I have the great privilege of walking to class in the morning with my roomates. This is always really exciting because it always goes exactly the same way. I have my ipod in the ear opposite them and I sing snatches of songs at them as we walk and talk our way to campus. This is inevitably hysterical because they always end up singing along. For example, this morning the walk ended with Cristina singing "cry me a river" at me about half a phrase ahead of the actual song. Completely enjoyable.

This morning I also missed out on the awesome lab-wide pizza party (and by lab-wide, I mean that maybe there were like 3 more people there than usual. There aren't a lot of us).

So I'm pretty sure I have like a hundred blogs floating around on the internet, only two of which I actually update, and that only recently. Hopefully those small snippets of my awkwardness will aid some wayward soul to find their way in this crazy mixed up world of ours.

So Craig is officially back. things have been good so far, and he'll be out here in a couple of weeks. Problem though-- the management company that he had his contract with in chatsworth oficially lost all record of him and never realized that there wasn't a person attached to that $600 they received SIX WEEKS AGO. So he's not going to be living in my ward anymore which is depressing, but he will be living next door which is ok.

Wednesday night we something not that exciting. Well, actually it ended up being really exciting but not for the reasons we thought it would be. We decided that (or i guess mostly just I decided) that we should go dancing in SLC, a friend's band was performing *and* it was supposed to be "hip-hop night" at this club. Guess what it wasn't. And also...it was 80's night. So we got all gussied up to drive up to salt lake, dance to 80's music for 20 minutes, and come home. It was pretty sad because nothing happened that was supposed to, but we ended up having quite a lot of fun anyways.

So apparently the first Friday of every month, downtown Provo opens its doors for a kind of gallery stroll thing. Totally going tonight!

amazing!