Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Recent Movie Goings

OK its about time for another installment of what I think about movies.
Because my opinion matters...

Last night I went and saw Monsters vs. Aliens in 3D. First off, let me just say that I love 3D movies. LOVE them. Its abnormal. When I first saw Spy Kids 3D I thought it was soo cool and I relished every second. That being said, Monsters vs. Aliens was not that awesome, even in 3D. I mean, there were some awesome 3D moments and I suppose there were a few funny parts, but in general it was simply just a mediocre film. It didn't have an amazing plot. The characters were flat. This would all be more acceptable if the 3D was awesome but even that was only decent at best. I did get excited when I realized Stephen Colbert was the voice of the President, but then I was disappointed at how little they used that.
Sorry Dreamworks. Try again. Or don't.

However, in a completely different category of film, I trudged into the city Friday night to see The Class (Entre les murs). I fell in love with it. It was well worth the effort to see such an endearing and well-spoken piece of art. It was raw and natural and full of evident emotion. It's a French film that tells the story of an inner city school in Paris, with students as diverse as they come and a teacher who just wants to make it work. The tensions that arise and the relationships between the students and the teacher are so crazy but so familiar. I don't know if I liked it so much because I love French, or because I semi want to be a teacher one day, or because I will be a teacher in France by the end of the year. But this movie was fantastic. Simply.

And lets not forget Race to Witch Mountain. A real pleasure to watch.
I'm not even joking a little bit.

The Bearded Man

Yeah, its not really a story. Its most def not a good story.

So 'Zane', who came to my ward last week, did not come back for a second week. I don't really know anything about him, and I figured he wouldn't be back because he said he was just visiting, but I guess a girl can still dream. I hoped. I tried using the Secret but then stopped, because there are other, much important things to use the Secret for (aka France) and there you have it.

Zane is out.

Out of my life.
Out of my mind.
Out of his mind (for just walking away).

and so this story goes.

the end.

Monday, March 30, 2009

Lunch Break

Wow. So I started working and now I need to figure out how to balance my blog with work. Don't worry, though, I still have my priorities.

This weekend was pretty awesome.

My opera friend James was in a competition and he got 7th place (and $3000)...makes me want to take up singing. I want a piece of that opera pie. Along with his beautiful and tremendous performance (he made one woman cry with his piece from La Boheme), a few Asian men competed with him. They were the most darling men I've ever seen, and they all had fabulous hair. Long and flowing. Just the way it should be. I even asked one guy (I think this name was Wei?) if I could touch his hair and he let me. Boo.yah.

I also pulled out some vintage video games and played those for awhile. Nothing gets better than Duck Hunt and Wheel of Fortune for Nintendo. Except maybe Wheel of Fortune for PS3. Maybe. And I am sorry I sounded like a really big nerd just then.

Lunch time is over. I'll post tonight about ZANE!!
basically: he didn't come to church. he's gone forever...)

Friday, March 27, 2009

Last Weekend in March

Yeah. Weird how fast the days are passing.

So this weekend, being the last weekend in the month of March, I've been trying to decide a way to celebrate.

I thought about marching everywhere this weekend.

I thought about reading about the March family in the classic book Little Women.

I contemplated staying glued to March Madness.

Instead of doing just one of these, I will do all three. So if you see me walking, excuse me, marching around, holding a book by Louisa May Alcott and listening to basketball scores this weekend, just know I'm celebrating the final weekend in the third month, in this, the two thousand and ninth year of our Lord.

Also, I googled March just to see if anything comes up that I could use on this blog. It brought up results on the March of Dimes, a calendar, and Ides of March. I can't think of anything witty to use these three things for, so ignore this paragraph.

And this photo also appeared in image search:

(Mongolian culture blog. Just in case you want to learn more about Mongolian sumo wrestling or culture)

Thursday, March 26, 2009

History Love

My entire life I have loved history. My favorite books are historical novels and my favorite classes in college were probably in the history genre.

Now, I don't know if other people have experienced this, but sometimes during these history learning sessions, I feel myself developing crushes on some of these men of whom we speak.

I put myself back in whatever days I'm learning about, and I just know that if I had been alive back then I would've had a love crush on them. And most of the time these feelings are based on what they did/said (good or bad...who doesn't love a bad boy?) rather than what they looked like.

For example:

King Louis XVI of France

Alexander the Great

Judge John Marshall

Sitting Bull

Cercamon (one of the first troubadours!)

Yeah. Ok. A little weird. But these men are just...irresistible.
(and dead...awkward)

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Kiss the Sky

I decided to start the day out right today.

I put on a classic CD. A CD like none other.


Try guessing the artist from the following clues.


-Is currently a recurring character on The Young and the Restless
-Had a long term relationship with the late Jonathan Brandis (The Neverending Story II)
-got her B.A. from Harvard
-was on a hit tv show in the early '90s
-had her first album certified gold in 1999
-is BFF's with Will Smith

If you guessed Tatyana Ali, you are sooo right!!!

You know, the girl who played Ashley Banks on Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?

Yeah. Mostly her album Kiss the Sky is awesome. The cheesiness of her lyrics and the random voice-overs are unexpected and ridiculous. But in a fantastic way.

I guess all she does now is promote President Obama. Cool.

Let's just remember her for who she really is:

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Yeah. Me.

I might have become a little obsessed over the weekend.

(ignore the facial impressions)

Monday, March 23, 2009


You know how when you've been poor for awhile (or longer) and then the prospect of a semi-decent paycheck enters your mind and you start planning all the things you can buy when you get those first few deposits? (like I do every year with my tax refund). And even though there are sooo many other responsible things you could do with these new funds you only want to go out and buy something awesome because hey, why not?

I'm getting that way. And I've only been at my new job a few days.

It's not like I'm getting all crazy on things I want to buy. They're mostly things that make sense.

A new phone, for example. I don't know why but I have bad luck with phones. My current phone is pretty touchy and will work only when it wants. But it still works, so I could continue on with it and be fine. I'm contemplating trying to get something I could use in Europe too. So we'll see. I need to do more research on this.


The second (and final) item on the list is an iPod. Let me just first state my opinion of iPods. I'm weird about them. I don't necessarily like them. I get that they are solid for storing all your tunes and organizing them and whatnot, but I feel like they are a big hindrance on social interactions. It was mostly annoying for me to see countless students at school who were constantly glued to these electronic devices. I feel like iPods make poor excuses for avoiding direct contact with other human beings.

That being said, I see the benefits of an iPod for two activities: Working out and for the car.

My new job requires me to walk around neighborhoods for 8-10 hours a day. While I enjoy silence, I could see how it could get old for that long.

Which makes me consider wanting an iPod. Which I am weirdly a little ashamed to say because there's really nothing with them...I'm just strange.

Anyways, should I? Or not? I just don't know. I need help.


I can't get my mind off of this:


May is coming up quick!! I hope I get accepted. France is calling my name.

(I have been using The Secret pretty intensely for this aspect of my life, so much that other areas of my life have gone awry. But I keep on reminding myself it's all for a good cause, i.e. I hope to be eating baguettes and fromage and working 12 hours a week come October)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

That's How I Roll

The following is a true story:

Sad, but true.

It happened today. I get to church a few minutes late because, well, lets face it: I didn't have any meetings and so I took my time to get there. Also, I was hoping the pianist was there because when he's not I usually get roped into playing (roped=grateful for the opportunity to serve). One time when I came in a few minutes late the ward was singing a capella and it was super awkward.

Anyways. I see a couple friends so I sit with them. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something marvelous.

I see a man. A man with a beard.

The second song of the day had just started, but I had to say it. I turned around and appreciated the man sitting behind me. I simply stated, "Nice beard" (in my most flirtatious way possible) and he smiled in response.

It was then that love began to bloom.

During the announcements he tapped my arm a couple times to ask questions and exchange witty remarks. I liked him right away. Zane* was his name.

(*Names have been changed to protect privacy*)

The meeting ended. We shared some small talk and then during our conversation he said those four words that meant something: "That's how I roll".


See the connection? I did. I'm sure he did too.

We strolled along to Sunday school together, where we sat next to each other and discussed how he looked like what we thought Moses probably looked like, which was perfect. The conversation was easy. His beard was thick. It was like the stars aligned.

I decided I'd be bold. He left for his Priesthood meeting and I started planning on how I could get him to love me. The clock struck 3:30pm. Class ended. I went out and found him in the hallway, about to leave. He stopped and we began chatting again. I had the words to say...until a church leader approached me and said those dreaded words, "Hey Cindy. Can we talk...in private?" Couldn't this person see I was about to make magic happen?! Couldn't they see the love forming?! It was obvious to everyone else! (I seriously had like 5 people come up to me and tell me they thought it was meant to be).

I stepped away for no more than a minute, and when I came back, he was gone.

Out of my life.

It was a brief moment in time, but when you know, you know (right, everyone who's married?)

Oh Zane.

PS. Zane, if you somehow find this and read it...I'm sorry I'm creepy. But I'm not sorry for how I feel.

PPS. He might be coming back next week...ain't nobody gonna be hurting my game then! This could also be potentially super awkward, seeing as how I've proclaimed my infatuation with him to the world.

PPPS. I'd imagine this to be our song:


"Roll With Me" by Montgomery Gentry. Yeah. I know. It's so us.


Thursday, March 19, 2009


Everyone I know (meaning Blake and Todd) made fun of me for having a cell phone. But not just any cell phone, a 'jitterbug' cell phone. You know, like for old people. Only because my phone is kind of a brick and sucks a lot of the time.

Which is sad, because why would they want old people to have sucky phones?

Watch and enjoy.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

No words...

I'm just sayin'.

(And I promise I'm done with the mullet talk.)

Head Apparel

I have a feeling my more recent obsession with headbands, etc. will only increase with this new hair.

I made this today in like two seconds. A piece of ribbon. A flower. Bam.

You got yourself a headband.

St. Patricks Day Miracle

It all started many years ago. I was in high school and I decided I would write down all my dreams in life in a "to-do before i die" list (very similar to the bucket list but better).

One of these dreams was to get my hair cut into a mullet.

I know I know. Really. Who wants something like this? It was a bizarre and random goal but it was also one that never left me. Ever since the day I wrote it down, its always been at the back of my mind.

Last week I was driving around and the thought struck me again: I needed to get a mullet. I needed to break the stereotypes and bring back the awesomeness of this neglected hairstyle.

Then yesterday I was sitting at my computer when none other than Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy" came on my iTunes. I had always been inspired by Rod's 'do, but this time it just hit me a little harder.

Today. We get like two things in the mail. One of these things is a coupon book. And what is on the first page of this coupon book? A $6.99 haircut from Great Clips.

I was on my way. Ignoring so many signs would be a sin. I decided to go in for the kill.

Before heading out I decided to run it past my mom one more time.

"Mom, do I just do it? Do I just get a mullet?"

Her response, "Just go. You've talked about it for years. Its in your system. Go."

So I went.

This is the final product:

And yes, I do love it.

I think the best part was that the girl I got to cut my hair was Chinese. Naturally, I love Chinese people. We just get each other. I win them over with my (limited) Chinese phrases and they embrace me for the stereotypical American woman I am. This girl, named Sammi, was a pleasure. First off, she didn't make that lame small talk. Gag me. I hate that. Also, our introductory conversation went something like this:

Sammi: "Hi, what can I do for you today"

Me: "Uh, so, uh I'm looking to get this (I pull out a photo. Yes, I come prepared). It's kind of, uh, a mullet"

S (grimacing): "Uhhh okay. Let me see." She takes a good look at it. Looks at me. Compares the hair type and seems a little confused.

"Ok", she says, "but you will not look the same as this photo."

M: "Yeah, I figured as much."

S: A blank stare.

M: "I know its kind of weird, but I think its going to be awesome. And if you think its heading in the wrong direction like halfway through, just let me know. We'll work with it. No big"

S (sighs with relief): "Ohhh okay good."

End scene.

Needless to say, she was hesitant but she did a fantastic job. The stars aligned and the final product is everything I wanted in a mullet (or we decided its more of a shaggy cousin of the mullet) and more.


Tuesday, March 17, 2009

America Has Talent

Watch out T.I. and Luda, this guy might steal your thunder...

(ok probably not but you got to give him credit)

Monday, March 16, 2009

Race to Witch Mountain

So I have a little crush on Dwayne "THE ROCK" Johnson. I don't know exactly what it is, but I think it has something to do with his huge pecs and rockin' bod (haha). And the name Dwayne always forces me to reconsider the hotness factor with men. Because at first when you hear that name, you think nerdy kid; but then after looking at the nerdy kid for awhile you find something semi-attractive about him and decide he's good looking, especially for someone named Dwayne.
Anyways, I want to see Race to Witch Mountain. It looks entertaining to me. Plus, THE ROCK is in it! And I've always wanted to find out what he's cooking.

Most importantly, I want to see this movie because it has a REAL ALIEN IN IT!!!

Try telling me there are no similarities between these two photos. Just try.

Oh wait you can't. Because there are obvious similarities that can hardly be overlooked. Like the pointy chin, the slanted eyes, the general shape of the head. It all points to alien. This alien has taken the human name AnnaSophia Robb. (who picks that name anyways? oh, yeah, aliens).

I also have experience with aliens and UFO sightings. It all started one day when I was working at the local movie theatre during high school. A man with an alien hat on came up to order popcorn, and when my friend pointed out the alien on the hat, the man became very serious.

In almost a whisper he asked, "Do you believe in aliens?"

My friend replied "Uh, sure, I guess I could believe in them"

The man, reaching for a business card and looking utterly grave, "Come to our meeting..."

Yes, this man invited her to a UFO and Alien Sightings meeting.

Naturally, when given an opportunity like this, one takes it. So along with a few others, my friend and I make our way up to this meeting the following week. It took place at a local Mexican restaurant and boy were we surprised when we walked into the banquet room to see about a dozen middle aged men and women grouped together, talking about aliens (I don't know what we were expecting but this was not it). We said hello, ordered some nachos, and watched in amazement as these people started talking to us a million miles an hour about the supernatural. They were obviously excited for new prospective members and we spent some time chatting about our personal experiences with aliens (We had none, but they had countless stories). Not soon after, they pulled out a huge box full of tapes of UFO and alien sightings. They gave us the option of "History of UFO's" or "Most Recent Sightings". We went with the latter.

That was one of the best days of my life. It also gives me the expertise to declare that AnnaSophia Robb is, in fact, an alien.

Go see Race to Witch Mountain!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Personal Pavarotti

I love going to the karaoke bars. I have a friend whose bf is the karaoke guy (he brings all the equipment and hosts all night long) and so we usually go out semi-frequently.

Well, last week we invited another friend from high school who luckily studied opera during college. Yeah, he's an opera singer.

And luckily, we convinced him to sing some opera for us.

This is James. He is my friend. And he sang Nessun Dorma at the local karaoke night.

And he got a standing ovation for his performance.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Sometimes I'm Crafty.

Or at least I try to be.

This is my most recent project:

It's like a mini-scarf. My inspiration came from this post on the blog Made by Ali. Now if you click on hers you will note some big differences, and I intend on making another scarf more similar to hers (with thicker yarn and a big button. I love buttons) but this was my first attempt to figure out exactly what I want.

Anyways. I go back and forth on whether or not I like the flower, but it works.

The end.

To Germany

"It is a day of mourning for the whole of Germany"
-Angela Merkel, German Chancellor

Read article here.

This hurts my heart.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Reality TV Love

Tonight I watched The Biggest Loser for the first time this season. I came to my telemundo with the real intention of tuning into American Idol but for some reason it was Loser that kept me glued.

But mostly I can't deny the fact that these two guys didn't hurt:

Meet Sione and Filipe. They are Tongan. And we all know how much I love Tongans.

This is one of the latest 'texts of the day' from my personal Tongan Guru Howeezi:
"Hepi thursday heas my thot for da day 'Worry is like rocking chair it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere' jah blez"

-I love Howeezi. And his wisdom-

OK back to the task at hand. I love Sione. He has a beard now and I'm semi attracted to him. But I can't decide if its based mostly on his Tongan-ness. We'll see. His cousin Filipe got angry at Jillian Michaels and yelled at her. And if you haven't ever heard/seen an angry Tongan...it's a little scary.

Anyways, I really liked The Biggest Loser.
And during the commercials and at other random times, I made sure to catch as much of American Idol as possible. I can't find the obsession I used to have for it. It's out of my life.

Good thing Celebrity Apprentice is everything I want in a reality TV show and more! I love it. A lot. Sunday is now my favorite day of the week again because of Donald Trump. If you haven't watched it, you are missing out. It inspires. Tom Green, Dennis Rodman, Joan and Melissa Rivers, T-Boz (from TLC), Brian McKnight, a Kardashian, and more!

Sadly, Scott Hamilton got ousted this past Sunday. But it was inevitable. He is a whole foot and a half shorter than Rodman. Awkward.

Monday, March 9, 2009


I love LOVE this painting by Rene Magritte. It completes my life.

Thursday, March 5, 2009


I decided I wanted to make my own "Tag your friends by judging them!" on Facebook.

This is what I have so far:

Click to Enlarge

I need better font. But you get the idea.


Where are they now?

Last night I decided to watch The Secret Garden. (It's a classic)

The 1987 TV Version.

Align Center
I don't know how many of you ever watched this specific one, but I was always mildly creeped out. Well, seems like some things never change and I still felt those creeped out pains. I decided it must be the music that floats its way through the movie and into the depths of your soul. That and it's taped off the TV and twenty years old so there is a lot of static and fuzz during certain parts that adds to its eerie feel. There are more reasons but I'll stop there.

Anyways, when it ended last night all I could think about was how these actors were soooo good at what they did-they must've continued their acting dreams and become at least semi big stars, right?


I mean, Barret Oliver was the face of The Neverending Story (another creepy movie from my childhood) but that was still in the 80's. Nothing really since then.

The biggest surprise was when I noticed Colin Firth's name in the IMDB casting list. I could not for the life of me remember him from the movie! I actually rewound the movie and stared at the screen, trying to believe it was true.

Well, it's true. Courtesy of youtube.com and the Russians (I think Russians?) this is the only clip I could find. Please ignore the bad sound (and how it doesn't match with the actors) and the foreign language at the bottom of the screen, but take special note on the awkward factor of this kiss at 44 seconds:

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Do lawyers take a class to learn how to talk really, really quietly?

Because on TV whenever the lawyer and the guy arrested talk in the corner of the room they immediately become silent. But their mouths move, so you know they're talking. You just can't hear them.

That's all I got.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Things I Could Live Without:

-The Bachelor

-This photo tagging extraordinaire making its way around FB (gah)

-Also the "25 things about me" on FB (gah x2)


-The months of unemployment creating havoc in my life

-Showering (but we all knew that)

Things I Could Not Live Without:


-Spinach (a recent addiction)

-Awkwardness, especially with those in my Singles Ward

-Law and Order

-Hope for the future

-Free Movies

-This video from youtube (thank you Mike. I love and miss you)

The Bachelor

I had a request for a wrap up on the hit TV reality show The Bachelor.

Unfortunately, I haven't watched this show. Ever.

But I hear that the guy (Jason) picked one girl (Melissa) only to change his mind to pick the other girl (Molly).

All on live TV. He broke one heart and saved another.

I just had to read an article on People.com to find out all that information.

It seems like some people are upset he was so cruel to break up with Mel on TV with no warning.

It does seem to be that way. And The Bachelor seems like he's kinda a heartless monster.

Classy, Bachelor.

And PS I don't even think he's that good looking. Sorry, try again ABC.