Merry Easter, You Wonderful Old Building and Loan!

Questions about the weekend? Let me answer them for you.

What happened?I was driving to Richfield with Paul and Jane, and it was really late (12:24 a.m.) and I got pulled over.
Why did you do that? I was extremely tired. I was extremely disoriented and for some reason I thought I was on the main road, when in fact it was a residential road where the speed limit is substantially lower. I may have completely lost my mind. I also might not be as confident of a navigator as I thought.
How much is the ticket? Well I was going 12 miles over the speed limit. So according to Sevier County--------> $115
How did you react? First I thought, ah heck whats another ticket, and was laughing it up with the sibs. Kind of funny. THEN I realized how much money that is and that I don't have it. THEN I realized that I felt really stupid about it. THEN I got a little upset.


THEN

Ok enough of the questions. I'll just tell you what happened after that. My family, my family happened. So I haven't had the worlds greatest car luck in the last year, and this whole thing just topped the cake for me. So I was upset about it. And my family being the great people they are...they knew I was upset. And they know i'm not rolling in it. So lets just say that between my Grandpa, Paul, and my parents... I got over $115. They all chipped in. Just because they're great and wanted to help.  Pity? Maybe. Anyway, I felt just like George Bailey. Now, i'm not saying i'm a real great person like George, who deserved any of it. No sir. But I do think I felt the same as he did, to a much smaller degree. And i'm just grateful for my family, and them knowing how to help. Not even knowing how to literally help me and give me money, although I am extremely grateful for the money, heck it's money. But they just know in every area of my confused little life, what I need. I'm glad I have such a great family. I'm glad that they like me enough to not let me go completely insane. I'm glad I have such great people in my life generally, people are great. And i'm glad, that for one small second, I felt I was in the same grouping as George Bailey. Also I know this clip is super long, and it's only a small segment of it that he is actually getting the money, but I HAD to put the whole thing. Perhaps the greatest movie scene of all time. Happy Holidays.

I've Got a Problem

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Problem one: This ice cream maker we got for Christmas, i'm obsessed with the ice cream it produces. I canNOT show any tiny bit of self control when we make ice cream. Or the next day when it is in the freezer, like today for example. Its disgusting. Me, not the ice cream.

Problem two: I actually should have tacked it on to one, because it includes ice cream. I'm obsessed with dairy. I just want to eat cheese and drink milk all the day long, and I don't think thats healthy.

Problem three: Also having to do with food, and really contradicting problem two. (contradicting may or may not have been the right word) I'm also obsessed with carbs. So I guess dairy isn't the ONLY thing I want to eat. I also want to eat, bread, bagles, crackers, granola bars, goldfish, etc.. ya know. 

Problem four: I should be writing a paper on the The Effects of Socioeconomic Status on Language Development right now, but i'm not. 

Problem five: Also dealing with schooling neglect, I should be going over slides/notes and studying as to finish off the semester...with a bang. (a bang that can hopefully salvage a few grades) But i'm not.

Problem six: I am tired always.

Problem seven: I wouldn't really consider it a problem, but society would. I DIDN'T just skip an Osmond's Christmas song that came on. Ooooops. Oh and another one just came on. Oooops. I forgot to skip that too.

Problem eight: $. (see picture to understand) 

Problem nine: I'm not organized anymore. I would like to blame it on me not having a place to put my things, but I don't think thats entirely it. I think i'm just not as organized as I used to be. I used to claim that as one of my top qualities.

Problem ten: Obviously I don't understand how to place pictures on blogger, its ticking me off. So yes, I realize those pictures are all skewed, but i'm sick of messing with them. Actually, lets say that I did that on purpose to show how I'm all flustered with my problems. Thats better. So really, I only have nine problems. 

Well, there we go. The good news is there are solutions to all of these problems. So I should be fine. 

Amelia Bedelia, she'll grow on you!

So I read this book to a little girl, whose name was in fact Amelia, about 25 times this weekend. 

It's dang funny. I remember thinking Amelia Bedelia was entertaining when I was a kid. But I somehow think that the picture books that are written about the young Amelia, (I think there are only a few, but i'm no Amelia Bedelia expert) are even more funny. Maybe because it's so humorous a little girl would be so literal and smart? Or maybe I just need to read the other ones again?

But anyway, the point is, I was laughing out loud. Its clever. Read it. 

Also, I think I like the idea of naming my kids after book characters. Like Amelia perhaps? 

eh, I've got nothing for a title.

Sure, I like to be happy. Everyone loves to be happy. Nothing better than being surprised.  Who can beat the feeling of relief? Or excited...ness? These are all great. But actually I would also put, up there in my top rankings of moods, melancholy. It may even be in my top two, after happy.

Now if we thesaurus the word melancholy (I feel like i'm giving a talk) we read, (even more so) its synonyms are: sorrowful, forlorn, depressed, miserable, gloomy, woeful etc.
Sooooo yeah, apparently I enjoy being depressed? Either my definition of that word is a little twisted, or the previous statement is true. There are few things I like more than listening to sad classical or movie music, (ie J. Williams, Schindlers List, Little Women, Beauty and the Beast, and my latest, Toy Story 3) and sitting on my bed, perhaps reading a book, or just thinking. Thinking about things that make me cry. I love a good cry. I love sitting alone in my room, when its raining, and just thinking. I love watching movies that just make me sad.  So pretty much, i'm just keen on being sad. At least I think I am, because I keep doing these things. There is nothing that makes me feel more timid and meek. (heck, I should have been a lamb.)  It makes me realize that I need to rely on other things/people, besides myself. Being in such a mood makes me want to get over myself.  Makes me realize that my life, in comparison to most others, really isn't that bad. I've recently decided i'm the slightest bit dramatic. I also think another mood example in conjunction with this, and possibly the root of at least some of these feelings, is nostalgia. A word I didn't know existed until this year, what a blessed expansion of vocabulary.  Nostalgia meaning: remembrance, recollection, homesickness etc. I just like listening/watching/thinking about things that take me back...sad or happy. I think all these sad/reflective feelings are semi healthy in doses....perhaps?

Well, I guess in conclusion, basically i'm just a depressed little eleven year old watching Parent Trap on repeat. BUT don't fret, remember this is second liked. My preferred mood is happy.
Woo! Hurray! Fun! Laugh! Ha!

its an EXCITING movie!

Until I have my own children, I guess i'll blog about someone else's
We've all seen this haven't we? Well, its great. It makes me wish I was obsessed with Star Wars...kind of.

 I just think she's the cutest thing ever. I love her inflection. 

If you hadn't seen it, youre welcome for making your day. 

those are very powerful words. yes.

So, You've Got Mail. I have a thing for this movie, along with most girls. But, no offense to most girls, I feel like I have more of a thing. Not all, but most. So anyway, this evening, while doing my homework, I was watching it. Let me proactivly answer a question: I can watch that movie while doing my homework because i've seen it so many times I dont even need to look at the screen. I already know whats going on, I just listen really. When I got this movie for my 17th birthday I watched it every single day for at least two months. Thats real. I have habit of over watching movies. To an extreme level. I'm not sure why I keep watching the same 10 movies over and over, but I just keeping watching them.
But back to You've Got Mail. Tonight while I was listening, shopgirl saying..."I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave?" ...got me thinking. Yes, I'm throwing out quotes. And yes, I would like to ask myself the same question. I'm just sayin. Take it as cheesily as you want, but its a good question and point.

I wonder if i've justifed how "small" my life is, and if I really am semi disapointed with myself because im not doing something a little more exciting. Or am I honestly happy with simplicity. Nope simplicity is the wrong word, my life isn't simple. Uh, am I honestly happy with ... well small. Perhaps I need to up my bravery. So the first thing that comes to mind when up-ing bravery, is change. Something that kind of intimidates me. I am thinking i'd like to flee the country. Even for a short period of time.  Europe? Sure. Anywhere really.  But does leaving the country really mean bravery? I don't think so. What the heck is brave? (We all know that brave is short for brave-er-y.) Maybe being brave means that I stay here instead of spend money? Maybe being brave means that I focus more on school? It could mean I learn to do something totally new? It could mean a lot of things. Eh bravery. Who needs it?

Welllllll on a different You've Got Mail note.......Favorite scene from the movie:

Actually from here until the end of the movie... and really part of the reason is because Signed Sealed Delivered is playing right before this. Also, because of the friendliest flower. Also, Tom's eyes when he says "I do." Also, the vase line. How legal is it to be able to put clips of movies on here? Oh youtube.

I'm Removing the Superfluous Colors

We all know George Banks and his frustration as an American consumer....

Old George. He is onto something. Here is my relatable displeasure with marketing companies....

It's a tad different then hot dog buns, but i'm pretty sure I have a point here. If not, just humor me. It makes a lot of sense in my head.
So the movie How to Train your Dragon, its a hit in the childrens world.  Funny enough, i'm not even a fan of the movie. But this really gets me.

So first, what color is he???

Is he blue?

Is he black?

 

And this guy....

Is he green?

orange??

or blue?

Who the heck really knows anymore.

You see, here is the problem. 

Big shots over at the plastic dragon making companies, book companies, and film industries, they all get together with each other, and decide to rip off the American public. They think they can just switch up the colors of these dragons whenver they want. So the consumer, slash the consumers child with a very convincing reason as to why they need yet another dragon, will be sucked into buying it. These kids they go to the store and they think well heck, i've got to have the orange zippleback, the blue zippleback, AND the green zippleback.

Why you ask, do I have such a concern for this when I myself don't even like the movie, let alone play with dragons? 

 A) As it turns out, I do play with dragons. I have this friend, and we play with dragons all the time. And i'm sick of explaining to him why the same dragon is different colors. I'm sick of saying, "Yes your blue toy Night Fury, is in fact the same character as the black Night Fury in the book." I'm sick of explaining it, because THERE IS NO EXPLANATION.
 B) One day, (in the VERY distant future i'm sure) I will be one of these mothers buying my children 12 of the same dragon because they need all versions of it.
C) This problem spreads across a variety of marketing areas. From hot dog buns to dragons. 

They're all trying to scam us!