Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Dunkirk! OMG.

All of my thoughts will be under the poster to respect you poor, unfortunate souls who haven’t had the pleasure honor of seeing this movie yet. 
SPOILERS ABOUND.


Okay, seriously, if this movie is not the Hamilton of the Oscars, and by that I mean if it does not get nominated for all the awards and win every single damn award it is nominated for, then I will personally start a revolt against the Academy. Because HOLY HELL. THIS MOVIE IS PERFECTION. Easily the movie of the year. Christopher Nolan did it again.
I don’t really cry at movies or television, but that part where Alex told Peter George was dead, then Peter still told Cillian’s character that George was going to be okay, and the look he gave his father afterward, because he knew it was the right thing to do not to traumatize him any more than he already was, that was the part that got me closest to crying. 
Speaking of George, I want to take Barry Keoghan and Aneurin Barnard and wrap them up in blankets and keep them safe and warm forever. It was nice to see Alex’s humanity come out and try to save Gibson just what seemed like seconds after trying to throw him off the ship.
Watching Harry Styles nearly drown three times in the span of an hour and forty-five minutes is not good for my blood pressure. Or sanity.
Hans Zimmer is a genius, and also really, really cruel. I think I’m going to be hearing that ticking clock in my sleep.
How can Tom Hardy possibly do so much with just his eyes??? I want to meet him just so I can ask him that. It’s ridiculous. He spent the vast majority of the movie with the pilot’s mask over his face, yet I felt more attached to him than almost any other character. That final look when he takes his mask off in front of his burning plane and you can see Germans behind him, AGH! SO GOOD! 
I didn’t get to see it in IMAX, because we don’t have an IMAX theater nearby, but the cinematography was so phenomenal, I still felt like I was there. I remember noticeably jumping several times.
The chemistry between Kenneth Branagh and James D’Arcy was great. They made me smile, even in the middle of all the tension. They and Mark Rylance were the perfect balancing forces leading the chaos.
I actually audibly laughed when Peter pulled Collins in from the water and Collins just said, “Afternoon,” with a tone of like Hey mate, how’s it going? Nice day out, isn't it?
Harry was so good, and I mean that from a purely cinematic perspective, not because I love him. I forgot that I was watching Harry. I can’t believe that for someone jumping into their first major acting role, with such a recognizable face, he was able to immerse himself so easily. Maybe it was at least partially because who Alex is is so different from who Harry is, but even though I knew it was him, I forgot it was him because I was so enthralled by the action of the movie, particularly during the scene in the grounded boat with the group. You could tell that Alex was really only an asshole because, as Harry said in interviews, he was as scared and desperate to get home as anyone, but he genuinely scared me a few times. 
All in all, 10 out of 10. I’d go see it again, but my grandma was so pissed at the movie theater upping their prices, there’s no way that will happen. Ah well, once is far better than none at all.
Run, do not walk, RUN to see this movie as soon as you possibly can.

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Saturday, December 12, 2015

The Hunting Ground

Thanks to an article on People.com, I learned about a documentary called The Hunting Ground, an insight into the epidemic that is rape and sexual assault on college campuses.

It was so well done. I loved how it went from dark and depressed and painful to slowly building up to empowerment and resilience and the survivors and allies starting a movement for change.

But mostly, it just made me sick. It made me sick to see how colleges and universities have made victim-blaming the norm, how they've chosen to protect their image and reputation for future students  and their donations instead of protecting their students from predators. Their lack of concern for victims and their atrocious investigative and adjudicative processes are horrifying. You wouldn't believe some of the "punishments" schools have come up with: one-day suspensions, $25 fines, writing a paper, 50 hours of community service at a sexual assault crisis center...Here was my favorite one: "expulsion upon graduation". UPON GRADUATION. There was one girl who had a written confession from the guy who assaulted her, and her school said it still wasn't enough. The documentary had shots of statistics of various schools comparing their number of reported sexual assaults and the number of suspensions/expulsions. One school (I don't remember which) had 0 expulsions for sexual assault but 183 for other violations of the honor code. It's so unbelievable you kind of forget for a minute that you're dealing with real life.

I didn't really want to punch something, though, until it got to the section on student-athletes and how even more protected they are. Yes, I know that the vast majority of student-athletes are good people and not sexual predators - the documentary acknowledges that, as well - but the ones who are can practically get away with murder if they're good on a field. One Notre Dame football player was under investigation for sexual assault, but the school claimed "they couldn't find him" despite the fact that he played two home games before they finally "found him". Apparently, they have a rule that campus police are not allowed to go to the athletic facility to find a player or use anyone on the athletics staff to help them...I wish I were kidding. These players get accused of awful assaults and rapes, but if they're good on a court or field, that apparently makes them untouchable. Worse yet is when you see fans online attacking accusers because they dared to call out these "good guy" players. A girl is raped or assaulted, and yet she is pretty much run out of school, or even the city, because she says that her attacker is someone on a sports team.

Case in point: Erica Kinsman. She was "allegedly" (apparently I'm supposed to put that since he was never charged or convicted) raped by Jameis Winston, former Florida State and current Tampa Bay QB, yet because the cop who originally interviewed her in the hospital as he saw bruises appearing on her body was an FSU alum and worked for an organization that fundraised for FSU athletics, she wasn't taken seriously and was basically asked if she was "really sure" she wanted to press charges because she would probably be run out of Tallahassee if she accused the QB who was leading FSU football, eventually to a national championship. It took them nearly a year to do ANYTHING on her case; in the meantime, another girl came forward as his victim, he got in more legal trouble, and he won the freaking Heisman Trophy. An award meant to be given to an athlete who works with integrity was given to a guy with rape accusations against him. Her rape kit wasn't processed for nearly a year, and then the prosecuting attorney decided there "wasn't enough evidence" even when the rape kit came back as a match to Winston. And here's the kicker - guess the reason FSU decided they wouldn't investigate any further....because Winston refused to answer any of their questions. Now Winston is claiming he's going to sue CNN for showing this documentary, and I seriously hope that he does because the whole world needs to see what he's gotten away with. It doesn't take a genius to listen to and look at Erica as she tells her story to know that she's not just some fame whore looking to go after "Jameis Christ"...yes, an FSU fan actually called him that in the documentary. She is a girl who was violated and attacked by this guy, and then violated all over again by a school and a city who refused to believe or help her.

Someone I know was raped. She was treated just like the girls in this documentary were treated - like she was making it up, like she had gotten too drunk, like she screwed up somehow. So yeah, this is really personal to me, because I've seen what it does to someone. That leads me to ask a few questions.

Where is our humanity?! When did people stop being more important than money and reputations? Why do schools get to decide if someone was actually raped or not? Why is sexual assault the only crime in which victims get blamed?

But seriously, where the hell is our humanity? With everything that's going on in the world today, a lot of Americans act like we're the greatest thing in the world and take such great care of our own, but all you have to do is listen to this group of young women and men (because don't you dare say it doesn't happen to men, too) talk about how they were treated when they sought justice for their assault, and you'll see that we have some big problems in taking care of our own. Because not only do we not address this massive problem, most people even refuse to admit that it's a problem! And that is how rapists get away with it and repeat offenders get to walk around campuses terrifying their victims sometimes without even saying a word.

Can someone please explain to me how freshman girls can get raped before their first semester of classes even begins and it goes unnoticed? How a girl can commit suicide after being raped by basketball players and her school says nothing? How a school can actually find a person guilty of the assault and then not even tell the victims that the appeals process had happened and they had decided to overturn the decision until it was all over? How MULTIPLE studies can show that 1 in 5 women will be sexually assaulted in college and no school seems to care enough to do something to change that statistic?

Yes, it's great that some presidents like Drew Faust of Harvard have come out and acknowledged this issue and apologized to their present and former students, but that is not enough. Something has to change. What will it take? I'm scared to find out.

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Monday, November 23, 2015

On Love and Equality

Fair warning: I'm going to talk about gay marriage in this post. Don't like it? Feel free to stop reading here.

Tonight, my friend Summer told me to watch this documentary called Bridegroom, the story of Tom and Shane, two men in love, in a deeply committed relationship that was cut short when Tom died in a tragic accidental fall off a roof. Tom's very conservative parents took Tom's body back to their home state and cut Shane out of the picture, banning him from the funeral and acting as though he never existed at Tom's funeral service.

The movie is an hour and twenty minutes long, and in that 80 minutes, I smiled at the stories of how wonderful Tom's friends made him seem, I was envious of the love that he and Shane had, I laughed hysterically at Shane's grandma and great-grandma (seriously), I felt heartbroken, I wanted to punch Tom's parents in the throat, and then I smiled again knowing that Tom's dream came true and gay marriage is now legal in all 50 states.

I just don't get it. I don't get how parents can physically attack their son just because he told them he was gay, and then use the Bible to justify it. I don't understand how they can threaten the man he loved with physical harm if he so much as showed up to the funeral. I don't get how they can be so in denial about a huge part of who their son is that they won't even accept it after he's dead. And the sickening part to me is that I know that Tom's parents aren't the only people in America who would act like this towards their children and their same-sex partners/husbands/wives.

When did "religious liberty" become more important than love? When did six verses in the Bible, none of which were said by Jesus, become more important than the King we're supposed to serve, the one whose two greatest commandments are both about love? When did fear of something different, something you may not naturally understand, become more important than relationships?

I don't understand how someone could be so stuck in their belief system that they would kick another person out of their lives (Shane lost his best friend and was ostracized by his entire town). I don't understand how you can decide that someone, another living and breathing human being, is worthless or evil or disgusting simply because they love someone of the same sex. This world is screwed up enough as it is and has plenty of hateful people in it. Why would anyone want to vilify some of the others who are just trying to live in love?

A lot of evangelicals in America seem to think that "freedom of religion" means they get to force their Christian beliefs on the rest of the country, arguing that "America needs to get back to its Christian morals." But here's the thing - America wasn't founded on Christian morals. America's foundation is built on not giving preference to one religion over another, or religion over agnosticism/atheism. And also? These Christian evangelicals are so sure about what the Bible says, but here's a little passage from Matthew Paul Turner that I completely agree with.

What if all of your "God inspired" declarations about the LGBTQ communities are incorrect? What if all of those Bible verses you point to in defense of your opinions don't mean what you think they mean? Or what if they do mean what you think they mean, except they were written with context for a particular people during a particular time because of particular circumstances...But what if you're wrong? What if all of the blatant statements you've made against gay people are little more than wasted words, spiritualized hatred that you've mistakenly packaged with Christ? What if all of the time/energy you've spent fighting/debating/proclamating is just lost time/energy that could have been used for some other, more life-giving activity? Being passionately wrong has consequences, and that's true regardless of whether or not you present your views hatefully or with so-called Christian love.

I wish people would quit acting like they're being victimized by LGBTQ+ people, as well as their allies, bringing this issue to the forefront of conversation and moving the normalization of same-sex relationships forward. Who someone else is in love with does not hurt you, gay or straight. They are not victims of the LGBTQ+ community; they are victims of their own fear, which paralyzes them from relationships with people that can be just as supportive, loving, and life-giving as straight people. This fear can play out in many different relationships, I know it has in my life, but it just makes even less sense to me when you refuse to get to know someone because you see them as less than simply because of their sexual orientation.

You know what I thought for the majority of Bridegroom? I thought that I hope I find a love like Shane and Tom's one day. I've met my fair share of people in loving, beautiful relationships/marriages, but there was something about the way that Shane talked about Tom, and the way that Shane's family and their friends talked about their relationship, that just screamed this is something special. As cliché as it is, love is love. It doesn't matter the sex of the people in the relationship. You know real, deep love when you see it. What's in between someone's legs has nothing to do with their ability to love or be loved.

It is not a choice. It is not something that can be prayed away. It is not something that can be "fixed" by a psychiatrist. It is not a mind game or a joke. Shane tells his story of praying he wasn't gay, and I've heard similar stories from friends of mine who are gay. I've also heard comments from people who seem to not only genuinely believe that gay people choose to be gay, but also don't understand the point when someone asks them if they chose to be straight. No one would choose to be something that gets them tormented, ostracized, and sometimes attacked. Correct me if I wrong, but don't you want to just be accepted and loved as you are? Yeah? Well, what makes you think gay people are any different?

I hope that fifty years from now, people will look at homophobia the way that many of us look at racism now, that it will seem backwards and wrong and not make sense. Because while gay marriage becoming legalized in all 50 states is a huge step forward, we still have so far to go. Kids (and I mean actual, like, 11-year-old kids) are committing suicide because they're being bullied for being gay. Parents are throwing their children, the ones they're supposed to love and protect, out on the streets because they're gay. Stuff like this is just not okay.

Even if you are someone who believes that homosexuality is a sin, where's your human decency? Where are the pro-life people fighting for all life? Sexual orientation does not make up all that a person is. LGBT+ people, just like straight people, are people with hopes, dreams, aspirations, fears, passions, talents, and love in them. God made every single one of us in His image, a masterpiece, a beautiful work of art. God is perfect, righteous, and good. A perfect God doesn't make mistakes. He knew each one of us before we were born. He knew exactly who each one of us would be. We are wonderfully made. No corollaries, no classifications.

I long for the day when we can stop classifying them as LGBT+ people and just see them like everyone else is seen: as people.

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Thursday, March 5, 2015

Jack Sparrow says I'm not crazy.

I got released around 4:30 pm today. In the middle of a snowstorm.

Instead of waiting for Des to come to take me back home, I just left by myself seeing no reason for a second person to come out in the mess.

Instead of going straight home, I went to the bank first to withdraw the rest of the rent money for March.

And instead of taking a shower and going straight to bed, I stayed up way too late catching up on DVR stuff and playing trivia crack with Holly.  But you know what?


You can't argue with Captain Jack. ;)

Happy birthday to my sweet love bug, Blake. Five. Wow.

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Friday, January 9, 2015

Unbroken

I don't do a lot of reviews on here. It's just not really my thing, but also a lot of it is because there's just not been a lot out there that has elicited a strong enough reaction in me to warrant it (unless I was on the launch/street team for it and a review is what I agreed to do).

Well, today is a rare exception.

Tonight, Mom, Mommom, and I went to eat Japanese food (I was craving it, Mom always loves it as long as her stomach is cooperating, and Mommom said it was fine - a win for me!) and to the movies. Mom listed several movies that she was interested in, two of which were Selma and Unbroken. I knew the gist of Selma, but all I knew about Unbroken was that it was about an Olympian who because a bombardier in World War II. I figured that Unbroken would anger me less than Selma would, so we went with that (again, Mommom had no preference).

I could sum up this review in two words: SEE IT.

But that really wouldn't be very informative, now would it? ;)

Seriously, though, this is one of the best movies I have ever seen in my life. Jack O'Connell, who plays the central character Louie Zamperini, gave the best performance I've seen in anything in years. There is one scene where he's forced to hold this giant log over his shoulders and after a while he's getting tired and weak but then screams and lifts it all the way over his head just to basically show the monster torturing him that he couldn't break him, and it made me gasp and gave me chills all over my body. The guy who plays the head of the prison camp made him into the creepiest thing I have seen in recent memory. You will walk out of there absolutely hating him. We wanted to beat the crap out of him. (And turns out in his regular life, this actor is a singer-songwriter in Japan. A man of many talents.)

The cinematography is beautiful.

The cast around Louie is strong.

I laughed, I cried, I wanted to scream.

I can't think of anything I didn't like about this movie.

Go see it. I hate to say "I promise you won't regret it" because I try to avoid promising things that I have no control over and I can't control people's opinions, but I cannot for the life of me imagine someone walking out of a theater after seeing this movie and saying "Wow, that was awful." I'm serious.

Unbroken. Go. See it. Now.

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

Four cold meds, an antibiotic, and round the clock breathing treatments. Merry Christmas to me!

All kidding aside, today was pretty great. Minimal drama from Chelsea, lots of good food, the uncle and aunt and cousins were loads of fun, Blake was here, more money than I expected to get, all good things. So I may have felt absolutely awful, but at least I had fun.

I was really glad to get to see my cousin Dusty because he leaves for boot camp in early March and I definitely won't be back before then. Plus he brought his girlfriend along and I got to meet her and she seems awesome. And he and I get along so well now. I know I say that every time I see him, but it's still kind of weird for me because we really did not get along at all for so many years. I couldn't have imagined the relationship we have now.

After all the cleanup, Mom, Holly, Mommom, and I sat down to watch a movie, which we do after most holiday meals. Small tip? If someone suggests renting the movie "Hit By Lightning" SAY NO. It was bad. Really bad. Like, so bad it was funny just how awful it was. Holly fell asleep halfway through it, Mommom couldn't stop complaining, and Mom couldn't stop laughing about how bad it was.

I, on the other hand, just focused on breathing.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. This holiday comes to a close.

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

A Sister Thanksgiving. And I need your help.

Today was really really great.

Holly and I slept until 3 in the afternoon. Mostly because we stayed up half the night watching stuff on TV that really could have waited but didn't. But then she started cooking and I laid here but helped her when she needed me and when I could with one arm. We watched The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and Gilmore Girls while that went on.

It was all done by 6:30. We had chicken, asparagus, garlic mashed potatoes and stuffed mushrooms. And it was very delicious and reminiscent of meals by Mom.

We watched more Gilmore Girls until the Seahawks/49ers game and then proceeded to watch the Seahawks kick 49er tail.

After that, I took a shower while Holly did the dishes.

And then, she introduced me to Frozen. That was certainly...interesting, to say the least. All I can think right now is "Do you want to build a snowmaaaaaaan?!" But so fitting to have a sisterly love movie when it's just the two of us here. I was feeling kind of down and homesick yesterday being here for the holiday, but today turned out really great, and I'm super thankful for Holly's effort into the meal.

But here's how I need your help. After talking it over with my mom, I have decided to set up an online fundraiser to raise money to go towards next semester's tuition. The internet can be a powerful source, and I really feel out of options here. Please read my story, donate as much as you can, and spread the word, and if you can't donate, just pray that God will get this to the people who can help me. Thank you in advance. Here's the link:

http://www.youcaring.com/tuition-fundraiser/help-mallory-go-to-grad-school/269861

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Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving: The Twitter Edition

I'm so doped up on cold meds that I don't think I can accurately recount today, so I thought I would instead fill you in on today via my tweets.  I got on a string of posting what I'm thankful for, but there are some other things thrown in.






















After Jobs goes off, I'm going to watch Glee (because for some reason Fox decided to air an episode on Thanksgiving) and then go to bed.  Chelsea works 8-3 tomorrow and Mom is, well, recovering from surgery, so it's going to be a long and rough day of babysitting.

I have so much to be thankful for.  I am on the craziest journey ever, better and wilder than I ever could have imagined, and I know it's only going to get better and wilder from here.

But one last thing:  You. Yes, you that's reading this right now.  I'm thankful for you, too.

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A Break

My report presentation went way better than I expected it to, so yay for that.  My migraine has been getting progressively worse since yesterday, so I'm very thankful that today was the last day for the week.

Now I'm back in Swansboro for a few days for Thanksgiving.  It was rough at first, but things went very well once Mom and I locked ourselves in her room and watched a couple of movies.  Identity Thief was hilarious but pretty weird, and Parkland (a drama about JFK's assassination and the days after) was very well done and incredibly moving.

I am very tired, so this is all I really want to say for today.  Today, I am thankful for a break.  A few hours where I didn't have to think about anything dealing with school.  Because I'm gonna definitely have to get back to it tomorrow.



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Saturday, November 9, 2013

Acceptance

After Ryann graduated in May, I never imagined that my senior year could or would be my favorite year, that it could top the two years we spent doing Campbell life together.  When your best friend moves away for good, it's pretty hard to fathom the idea that college life could get even better after that.

But somehow, it did.  At least for me.  Don't get me wrong - it still feels weird not having her here and I miss her like crazy, but this year so far has been the best year that I've had.  I've grown in ways I didn't know I needed to and have already found so many people who have changed my life and perspective drastically, people I wish I could have met ages ago but am simply thankful to know at all.

Exhibit A:  These kids.  Hannah invited me to go to Taco Bell and come over and watch a movie with her, Travis, and Emily.  (Peyton is in Georgia this weekend; otherwise, she totally would have been with us, too.)





I met them three days ago, and I feel a sense of security and friendship with them that I never knew could happen this quickly.  I feel like we've been friends for so much longer than we really have.  They took me in and let me into their group without me even having to try.  I'm so used to being told that I'm not enough, for whatever reason, but they showed me that I was enough for them from the second we met.  In such a short amount of time, they have shown me a whole new level of love and acceptance.  We get each other's sense of humor, and I'm not afraid to be my dorky self in front of them because they simply don't care.  We click because none of us are "normal" college kids.  And we like it.  I don't know what else to say other than I feel so at home with them, and I know they feel the same way about me.  God brought us together, and from the start, it all just made sense.  And Lord willing, this is just the beginning of it all and a couple years from now, I will be watching Hannah and Travis get married. :)  (To you crazy, wonderful kids reading this, good luck getting rid of me now! Mwahahahahahahaha. :D)

In the midst of that beauty today, I've been dealing with some really hurtful family stuff since last night.  It's like...the opposite of acceptance with them.  And being the people-pleaser that I am, knowing that I'm never going to be "good enough" for the people that I love most in the world is very hard to deal with.  I'm at this weird crossroads of still feeling like that little girl who wants to make them proud and be a person that they like, but also knowing that I am at a better place now than I have ever been in the past, I truly love who I am for the first time in my life, and I'm not going to give that up to make them happy or more comfortable.  While my head knows what is true, that doesn't make my heart hurt any less.

Enter Austin.  I just met him two months ago, and in that time, I realized that I have found someone who truly understands me without me even having to try.  We see life and people in a similar way because of our pasts, and I know that I can always rely on him.  He's shown up late at night several times, running as quickly as he can when he knows I need someone, and is here as long as he can to listen to me, tell me his view, pray with me, and remind me of who I really am.  I can tell him what a total mess I am and not be ashamed of it because he sees my heart and the person I truly am underneath it all.  He understands what it means to love through the mess.  Austin is most certainly another friend that I feel like I've known forever, and I know that God orchestrated this friendship at this time for a specific reason.  I'm not sure what it is yet, but I believe I just met him this semester for a reason.  Maybe it's because God knew this is when things with my family would dramatically change, I don't know.  What I am sure of is that God sent him straight to me, same as Hannah, Emily, Travis, and Peyton.

Watching "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" tonight, it brought tears to my eyes, and I am not a person who cries at TV or movies easily.  But I saw so much of myself and my heart in the lead character, the feeling that I don't deserve the people that dive head first into my life and choose to stay there.  "We accept the love we think we deserve" is a pretty famous line from the book and movie, and it really got me thinking.  Back when I was in high school, and I would freak out at Matt, certain that he didn't love me even when he showed me how much he did, I realize that I couldn't accept the love he gave back then because of the countless other voices in my life were so loud that they won out and convinced me I didn't deserve love.  It's something I still struggle with a great deal today, especially when these friends-turned-family tell me what a blessing I am and how lucky they are to know me when they spend so much time giving to me.  My mind gets blown no matter how many times I hear it, how they call themselves the lucky ones given the circumstances.  The difference between who I am now and who I was years ago with Matt is that even though I don't get this, either, I'm determined to accept it anyway.  I'm so thankful that I've learned how to accept love even when I don't understand it and I'm not always sure I deserve it.  Because if I had made the stupid, fearful mistake not to let people like Hannah, Emily, Travis, Peyton, and Austin into my life, my world would be so much darker.  And now that they're here, and we're invested in each other, I can't imagine it being any other way.

As I told Hannah, when God orchestrates friendships like this, it's a gift for everyone involved.  Glory to Him.

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Saturday, May 18, 2013

That's God.

It's 1:15 am, and I'm finally getting the chance to just sit here and write about my day without wondering about 600 things I need to do or time limits or anything at all really.  Except for the fact that I would like to go to sleep because, well, it's 1 am, and I have done a lot today.

So, uh, let's start off with the big part.  I got a job.  At Hardee's.  Like, almost on the spur of the moment.  I mean, I filled out an application last week when I filled out several others, but they never called me for an interview.  I went in for an interview with Taco Bell Wednesday, and the manager was supposed to call me back yesterday but never did.  So I called her today and when she told me she hadn't had time to do other interviews, I decided to check on my other applications.  Hardee's was one of them.  I felt somewhat hopeful about them because they're the one place I remember seeing in town that actually had a "NOW HIRING" sign out front.  And well, patience isn't exactly my strong suit and all I could think was how I want to get a job.

Note to self:  Calling a fast food restaurant at noon on a Saturday?  Not a bright idea.  Luckily, the lady was very nice and just said to call back after 1:00 and she'd be happy to talk to me about my application.  So I took a quick nap because Blake was actually sleeping, and called back about 1:15.  It took about 3 minutes before she asked me if I could come in at 2:00 for an interview.

Cue the scrambling to shower and get ready because I was a bit of a greasy mess.

But I made it.  And the lady was actually very nice, and she remembered  Chelsea (because Chelsea worked at that Hardee's a few years ago) which was a bit awkward, but she liked me and said that she had to talk it over with her manager and she'd call me later today.  Mom had run to the store, got back about 5 minutes later, and by the time we pulled through the drive-through for me to get a snack, she was standing outside saying she was just about to call me to ask if I could come in for my orientation tomorrow.

:)  So yay.  I have a job.  Which is a big relief for my personal finances, because I only have enough money from Mommom for one more semester so I need to eat in the spring plus I have a trip that I have my heart set on making in November, and I can help contribute to the house a little bit.  Because when you're this thing they call an adult, turns out your parents expect you to pay some rent.  How about that.

After we went to dinner and to see The Great Gatsby (which, by the way, I'd never seen or read before today and found to be rather odd, but Baz Luhrmann is a genius and the cinematography of it all was insanely spectacular) with Mommom and Aunt Barbara, Mom and I went shopping to get the pieces I needed for my uniform together.  I was excited all night, and then suddenly, on the way home, I just broke down in tears because I was scared.  Scared that I couldn't do this.  And mad, that I won't ever be physically normal.  Add in the fact that this week is that special time every month when it's just especially fun to be me, and I was a bit of a blubbering mess for a few minutes.  But then I calmed down and remembered something - I felt the exact same fear going into DC last summer wondering if I could do that physically.  In fact, I wrote a post about that fear here.  I even knew of people, even outside my family, who had the same concerns.  But I did it.  I held a job and went to events and classes and traversed that ginormous city, including an incredibly hilly Georgetown, for 8 solid weeks on my own, and most of the time I was in dress clothes and painful shoes outside in temperatures reaching 100 degrees.  It wasn't easy, but I did it because I wanted to and, in my eyes, there wasn't any other choice.

My mama has always told me I do whatever I decide I'm going to do, no matter what anyone tells me are my limitations, including myself.  I tend to think I get that from her. :)  And I firmly believe things wouldn't have fallen together like this in a matter of hours on a phone call I randomly decided to make if I wasn't supposed to be doing this.  So yeah.  I'm doing this.  I'll keep you posted.

In other God and family related news, on the ride from the movie theater to Walmart tonight, Mom just casually dropped in my lap that she's going to try to get her and Chelsea back into therapy.  I may not have a reason to be super excited about this yet to most people, but just the fact that my mom thought about this on her own and mentioned it out of the blue when we weren't even talking about anything related to Chelsea or our issues or anything is a huge God thing.  I haven't so much as heard her mention the word therapy outside of the times Chelsea's been institutionalized, so then it was never about herself, in over a decade.  I spent so many years begging for her to take us all to therapy (at one point I was convinced that Dr. Phil could fix us), and she looked at me and said that "people aren't supposed to air their dirty laundry in public".  And there's no guaranteeing that she'll get Chelsea to agree to it, but I think even if she went on her own for herself it could do so much good for her and how she deals with the stresses of this family.  But what blew my mind the most was just that she said it out of the blue and so nonchalantly.  God is so awesome.  I'm excitedly optimistic to see what He's going to do from here.  Something tells me this wasn't a random thing... :)

That reminds me.  It's 1:45 now, and I just remembered that I promised Chris I'd post this news on The City because it reminded the both of us of the sermon he gave two weeks ago titled "Pray Big."  Prayers being answered years after I stopped praying them...that's God.

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

This goes out to all the Tarheel fans.

To every Tarheel fan who ragged on NC State and Duke for getting knocked out of the tournament, I have this to say:



Oh and also: NC State, a #11 seed, lost to Kansas, a #2 seed, by 3 points.  North Carolina, a #1 seed, lost to Kansas by 13 points.  Just sayin'. :)

Aside from sports, today was filled with lots and lots of homework.  That's a complete shock, I know.  Since I was up past 2:00 last night, I slept in till 10:30.  I got up, ate, messed around on the computer a bit, read Econ, took a shower, turned on the Kentucky/Baylor game, read more Econ, read Psychology, created my notes/presentation for French Lit tomorrow, watched the UNC/Kansas game, ate some more, got caught up on my French blog (note to self: do not get behind again! writing six French blogs back to back is not fun), and watched NCIS.

I'm going to finish this episode and go to bed.  On to a new week!

8 days to Nashville. God, please let my chest clear up and get rid of this cough before then.  Please.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Don't ask how my mind works, just go with it.

My friend Elizabeth came to my rescue tonight.

I was sitting in my room super bored.  I saw her sign on to Facebook, and so I asked if she'd eaten dinner yet.  She said no, and asked if I wanted to get together.  I said yes because I was, like I said, SUPER BORED. 

FYI, super bored?  It's like regular bored, except I'm also wearing a cape.

So we went off to Chick-Fil-A and had dinner and sat and ate and talked and it was lovely.  She gives such good advice, and she's like Ryann in that she's super protective of me.  She said she still wants to punch Nick for what he did...two months ago.  Ha!  I love her to pieces.  After we sat there a while, I said "You know what I want now?"  And she said "coffee" and I said "hot chocolate" at the same time.  And then she said, "Coffee is my hot chocolate."  Haha!  So we went off to the Oasis where the mini-Starbucks is and sat and drank and talked some more.  Two hours with one of my dearest friends was the perfect solution to my boredom problem.

And then I came back and did absolutely nothing important except my Algebra homework.  I taped a bunch of pictures of my favorite people on my wall, and I think I'm going to add some more tomorrow.  I'm tired.  And hot and sweaty because my room is like a sauna.  Thank God for fans. 

Also, thanks to my lovely excursion tonight, I have this in my head.



I love The Polar Express, and that is my favorite scene in the whole movie.

Okay, I'm done.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

This is what I call a good Saturday.

Today has been so fantastic.  I absolutely love the fact that I now have some good girl friends to spend time with.  I think every girl needs that, no matter what age you are.  Plus, Morgan's and my personalities are very, very similar, so we just understand each other no matter what the subject.

Even though we've spent a lot of the day just studying, not really talking to each other, it's also just nice to have some company and to have the opportunity to get out of my tiny little dorm room.  Granted, I probably didn't get as much work done here as I would have in my room, but I got enough done.  And I still have all of tomorrow.  I needed a day like today.

We got back to her apartment after she picked me up at about 12:30.  We sat here talking for a bit, and she made me this AMAZING turkey and pesto pita bread thing.  It's so good, I'm still thinking about how good it was.  We sort of did work for a little while, but then she was having issues with the building's laundry, so we had to go get her more quarters for the washers.  We had to drive to two different gas stations before she had enough because the first lady wouldn't give her as many as she needed, even though she had the dollar bills for the exchange because it would "mess up her register" or something.  We worked all afternoon, and ate pizza for dinner, and now we're watching a movie.

Speaking of movie, The King's Speech? Totally, one hundred percent deserved every single award it won.  Albert just became King George VI, so the movie is probably only half over, and it's just so amazing I don't even have the words to describe it.  I'm so glad Redbox didn't have Bridesmaids.  :)

 After this movie is over, she's gonna take me back to my dorm and help me get an allergy cover put on my mattress, and then I'm gonna do my laundry.  I like to do my laundry late Saturday night because I don't have to fight people for the washers.

Yay good Saturday! Yay good friends! And yay Bertie (movie reference)! :)

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Sunday Weigh-In

3 pounds and 2.25 inches lost

Total: 8 pounds and 3.75 inches lost

Not too shabby.  Weirdly enough, I had been thinking all weekend that I would lost 3 pounds.  Ha, like a weird kind of jinxing myself.

Trying not to let knowing my mom's details bug me.  I'm so competitive that I get a little frustrated that I've exercised 10 hours in the past two weeks, Mom hasn't exercised at all, and she's lost almost as much weight and wayyyy more inches than me.  But that's just my own personal issues.  It's not her fault.

Watched Life As We Know It with Mom tonight.  One of the funniest, sweetest movies I've seen in quite some time.  Also the first time that Katherine Heigl hasn't majorly bugged me.  Plus, Josh Duhamel is always nice to look at.  If you haven't seen it, and you like romantic comedies, you should definitely check it out.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Home. Sweet, sweet home.

So...

I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night.

I got home a little after 1.

Blake is having another massive allergic reaction.

I am exhausted.

Chelsea is weird.

The Back-Up Plan is a good, funny movie.

I applied to be on Wheel of Fortune.

Did I mention I'm exhausted?

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Hormones

Never fun.
I broke down crying for absolutely no reason in front of my mom today.
Everything's irritating, some for good reason, some not, but still.
Sometimes being a girl really sucks. 
What do guys have to deal with? Nothing!
The movie was good.
I'm tired.
5 days to Campbell!

Monday, August 9, 2010

New Cast Day

So here's an update:

My foot looks fantastic! :D The doc put staples in the incision on my foot and stitches in the three tiny cuts on my ankle, and once again the staples hurt like crap to be taken out. The gauze was covered in dried blood when the assistant first took the cast off, so that kinda freaked me out because there was nowhere near that much blood on it last time, but she said it was nothing to worry about. Dr. P said that this foot looks even better than the left foot! :D I decided to get a blue cast this time, without really knowing what shade the blue would be, and it turned out great. It's a neon blue, which is pretty much my favorite shade of blue, so that was fun.


Also, super fantastic news...I'M GETTING A POWER CHAIR FOR SCHOOL!  Mom and I realized a while ago that I just don't have the strength to get around campus on just my scooter, and Uncle Ed (the saint that he is) offered to buy me a power chair and then donate it to the infirmary once I was done with it.  Well, today we found out, after asking him last week, that Dr. P couldn't find anything, so we immediately called the number that my great-aunt had sent me.  Uncle Ed's limit was $3000, and the new power chairs started at $4000, but they had a "used" one for $1299.  Apparently, this chair had been sent out to a Medicare patient, and they just sent it right back for some reason, so it should be in fantastic condition.  After just a little talking on the phone today, we got it ordered with my uncle's credit card info and they assured us that it would be to our house by Saturday, since I leave on Sunday.  Apparently, the delivery people are only half an hour away, so that is just super.  I'm so excited!  This is a HUGE relief!

Tomorrow, I'm going to the movies with Mommom and my cousin Brianna to see Charlie St. Cloud.  I'm really excited to see it.  And Tuesdays are "Stimulus Tuesdays" or something, so you get popcorn and a drink for $1 each.  Which is awesome.

Um...that's about it.  6 days to Campbell! :D

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Yay Germany!

I'm proud of my ancestral homeland for beating Uruguay (or as the commentators call it - Oo-roo-gweye!) in the third place match today. :)

Tomorrow - the final. Netherlands versus Spain. Neither have won the Cup before, but Netherlands has been in the finals twice before and Spain has never been this far. I'm kind of leaning towards rooting for Spain. How could I not with faces like this?




That would be forward David Villa, goalkeeper/captain Iker Casillas, and midfielder Jesús Navas.  Let's face it...the Dutch just aren't nearly this cute. :)  Jesús is Mom's World Cup boyfriend. ;)

Now, if you'll excuse me...I'm watching Legally Blonde 2. :)


Saturday, April 3, 2010

Awesome

Aside from the fact that this is Day 2 of the one weekend I'm home till after the semester is over that I don't get to spend with Blake, I have had an awesome day. Like, I have no idea what got into my mom today, but I like it. :D

We went to lunch at the best restaurant in our tiny town.
We got manicures and pedicures (and I got orange nail polish!).
We saw The Bounty Hunter.
We went shopping again and I got an adorable dress and exchanged two bras that didn't fit me. My mom bought herself some more stuff, too.
We went to Shoe Carnival, and my mom got three pairs of nice shoes, and I got a pair of brown dress shoes.
We went to Sonic.

Now, I'm sitting here watching the Duke/West Virginia game. Awesome.