Thursday, September 29, 2011

Someone's great idea.

I like this.
Why do I like it so much?
Is it because I'm a planner? A person who is CONSTANTLY thinking ahead to the future?
[We're talking multiple times a day. Many minutes. Sometimes hours.]
Is it because I enjoy the thought of happy futures?
Or simply because I enjoy the concept of deriving benefits from hard work?
Still trying to put my finger on it . . .
. . . .
. . . .
. . . . 

Wallah: I enjoy this quote so much because of the motivation it brings.
 Motivation, people. Something I truly can lack in the lull of a semester.
GRADES are my future.

An so this continues:
FAMILY is my future.
X AMOUNT OF DOLLARS is my future
SATISFACTION with previous decisions is my future
THE KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUT I ate for breakfast is my future.
MY THOUGHTS are influential on my future.

Do something today that your future self will thank you for.
Simple enough.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Reason #38 as to why you should move back home.

Fashion inspiration and insight from younger siblings.

But really- it's been great, spending time with my "little" brother.
(Since I've moved back to the B-town. )
I'll expand more on that later.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

"How to Become Disillusioned with Finding Love"

I'm not sure how or where, but quite some time ago, I discovered a blogger. "I am Fickle Cattle" is the name of his blog. He maintains a very liberal, opinion-filled, entertaining blog. Fickle Cattle is an extremely talented writer. I so appreciate a good writer. My sister is such a beautiful writer. I wish she would blog more (ahem). Anyway........

He wrote a post today. Entertaining and interesting.
This is me, re-posting the entire thing.
Many thanks, Fickle Cattle.

How to Become Disillusioned with Finding Love
Written by: Fickle Cattle

Watch Hollywood romantic movies.  Believe that everyone has a one true love.  Etch into your soul the conviction that you will find that one guy who will inevitably accept you for everything that you are.  Who will love you unconditionally and without question.

Create a list of the qualities the love of your life must have. Set high standards.  Reach for the stars.  He must be tall, handsome, brooding and mysterious.  Intelligent and quirky.  Wealthy.  He must go to the gym regularly. He must have dimples dotting his face when he smiles. His hair must fall a certain way all the time.  

Envision showing him off to your friends and telling them how you fell in love with him because of his lovable personality, or because of how good a person he is.  How you fell in love with the way he laughed.   Or touched your hand.  Or played with your baby sister. Or any other quirky little habit that remind people of how cute he is. Subtly insert a few anecdotes that show how great in the sack he can be.  

Know that you don’t need to tell them how impossibly handsome, intelligent, and wealthy he is; they would see that for themselves. Imagine seeing your friends’ eyes widen with envy.

Stamp down any notion that there might be something wrong with you.  That’s impossible. Remind yourself that you are perfect, or as close to it as anyone can be.  You deserve this, and you deserve someone like him. Cosmopolitan said so, and it can’t be wrong.

Go out on date after date after date.  Constantly be disappointed. Rejection, both rejecting and being rejected, makes you cynical. Build up walls. Surround yourself with the emotional equivalent of a moat. Insult people, and point out how they can never live up to your standards.  Stop dating. Or date with the knowledge that these people will only prove why you are better off single in the first place.

Watch Hollywood romantic movies only so you can make contemptuous comments on the stupidity of their plot. Smile patronizingly at friends who believe in a one true love.  Remind yourself that it doesn’t exist.  That it couldn’t exist. That its existence would imply that there might be something wrong with you.  And that couldn’t be true.   Convince yourself that you like being alone.  No, that you love being alone.  That you don’t feel lonely, and that whatever hole you feel in your life can be filled up by friends and family.  Sleep at night with the nagging sentiment that you are missing something, and hope for the best that things will be better in the morning.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Here's something tender.

"They're In Love, Where Am I?"
The Weepies
[Feel free to disregard the stick figure video.]

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Another Earth

I saw the trailer for Another Earth a few nights ago. (Every couple months or so I indulge in a late night of watching movie trailers- it's fun.) Another Earth looked quite interesting. The idea and concept of essentially having another you exist on an earth #2 was thought provoking. Also, I fell completely in love with the song on the trailer [That Home by the Cinematic Orchestra].

Today, Mother, Jake, and I decided to see this flick- they were interested as well after showing them the trailer. Another Earth was a Sundance Film Festival award winner. In other words, the only theatre playing it in Salt Lake City was the Broadway Centre Theatre downtown.

The movie was nothing short of bizarre. Definitely glad that we brought the 15 year old brother for this one. So many uncomfortable moments I wanted to laugh at, but couldn't, and then did because Jacob initiated for me. My beloved trailer ended up being completely misleading. The plot was aggravating, the "twist" in the movie was absolutely horrific, and Mother while walking to the car identified the movie as "gross, morbid, disgusting, etc."

On a more positive note, I did enjoy a lot of things about it. The acting was superb, and the emotion was absolutely tangible. I wish it would have taken a different dynamic from the initial plot... Can't say much more. Wouldn't want to give it away. (You're welcome)

"What would you say to yourself if you could meet yourself?"
"There's another you out there. . . Now you begin to wonder: has the other me made the same mistakes I've made? 
And is that me better than this me?" 

These fantastic one-liners gave me a few things to think about.

  • Would I be more pleased or disappointed to see myself and the way I've conducted my life?
  • Would I be happy or annoyed with the people I chose to admire and associate with?
  • Would I be satisfied or embarrassed with the way I treated others?
  • Am I living remotely close to my potential?

This film was an absolute acid trip: C+ or B- . . . Can't decide.