A graduation of sorts

I've begun phasing this blog out. Another one is in the works. Rather, I started posting on several different pages - you know, just testing things out - and ended up posting more on one page than the others and this one. The other blog also has much better writing.

So, sorry if I disappoint. You can send me an e-mail or comment on this post if you must know what the other blog is.

Ocean's Twelve

Monday was my birthday, and I'm glad no one made a too big a deal out of it. A couple of friends made a cake for me, and I got a couple of comments on my Facebook wall wishing me a happy birthday. I didn't get scheduled to work, so I relaxed a bit even though I was behind on homework (and still am, but I don't really care very much right now).

On Monday, I borrowed Ocean's Twelve from Mattie. I watched it yesterday afternoon, and I don't care what anyone says, I thought it was hilarious. There were a couple parts about it that I didn't really like. The use of Deus ex Machina is not appreciated in Aparment 33. Otherwise, it was, I thought, a very enjoyable movie. That whole with Julia Roberts? Genius. Music? Awesome.

Tyler, my roommate, does make a good point though. In Ocean's Eleven, everyone had a field of expertise for which they were hired. It's what they were there to do and they did it fantastically. In Ocean's Twelve, not so much. Everyone just kind of did whatever because the focus in this movie wasn't just one job. It was spread over a couple jobs, none of which needed any experts in any field (except maybe Nagel and his hologram thingy, but he wasn't even part of the crew). The whole hiring of the grease man, movers, pickpocket, etc. was the appeal in the first movie. Everyone had a chance to shine. Still, I liked it a lot because it made up for the lack of distinct roles with humor and creative filming, though I hear some people thought the filming was just confusing and stupid.

I also hear that Ocean's Thirteen was better than Ocean's Twelve, or at least that Ocean's Thirteen was really good, so I'm intrigued.

Oh, and question. Did Tess count as the twelfth person? Because she didn't really do anything, except to pretend to be herself (haha!).

Best line in the movie: Well, I gotta sit down on the toilet or else I'm going to shit on your feet.
Or maybe: God, it's almost like this Kabbalah crap doesn't even work!
OR: And tell him dresses like a gigolo!

Ah, so many good quotes. I could go on and on.

Better than what?

I just came back from an Easter dinner with my aunt and her in-laws. Note: my aunt isn't really my aunt and neither is my uncle really my uncle. They are very close family friends and I call them and think of them as my relatives. It was a lot of fun. They were very inviting and the food was very good. Now, I'm not sure how but somehow everyone knew it's my birthday tomorrow. There was a chocolate roll cake and a Better Than Sex cake that I blew out the candles on.

It was funny, though, when they sang Happy Birthday. It was very loud and enthusiastic. No one sang on the same key and the some of the kids were covering their ears. It was all really charming. It was a pretty fun Easter dinner, I'd say.

P.S. The cake really might have been better than sex.

Excommunication

"Want to hear something sad? Rick got excommunicated."

That's what a customer said to someone on her phone. It really is a sad thing. Excommunication is not a common thing in the LDS church, I think (and I'm assuming this person is LDS because we're in Provo). I don't think you can do something unintentionally and get excommunicated for it. If this person really did get excommunicated, he must have done something big. And yet the customer said it the way you would tell someone that a friend moved to an apartment in the neighboring city or that your car was impounded.

It was all pretty sad.

Ding!

It's funny how when I first started blogging, I struggled to come up with something to write about even just twice a week. Now, I'm bursting with material and find myself needing to carry around a notepad so I don't forget the ideas I come up with. Normally, I find it hard to remember even one idea long enough for me to finish classes and get home to my computer.

I would write more, I really would, but it's getting pretty late and I'm freakin' tired.

Purple. Not blue.

Today, Chris and I went to watch Tyler's intramural basketball game. Tyler was on the white team and the other team was called the blue team even though they were wearing purple. It was all very confusing, but that's the not the point. The point is that every time it was the blue team's ball, the referee yelled "Blue Ball!"

Don't yell blue ball. Ever.

Where in the world is Elder Gee?

So, when I got home from work yesterday, I found a couple of messages from a friend that I had made during the summer term. He rarely goes on GoogleTalk and we keep missing each other, but he basically said that he was going to be in Provo because he is going into the MTC today and would be at the Creamery around 11 before his life disappears from everywhere except for Arequipa, Peru for the next 2 years.

But which Creamery?! There are four Creameries! Right after my 10:00 class, I rushed to the Creamery at the Wilk because I assumed he'd been talking about that one. I waited from 10:50 to 11:03, then began to think that maybe he meant the Creamery on Ninth. I ran to the Creamery on Ninth and waited for a bit and didn't see him, so I ran all the way back to the first one at the Wilk and waited until 11:25.

Sadly, I figure I missed him. I guess I could still write him while he's at the MTC. Since Chris, one of my roommates, works at the MTC, maybe he could drop off my letters (If you're reading this, Chris, hint hint!!). I would've liked to see him before he left. The next time I'll probably see him is in a little more than two and a half years.

I wish him well.

Black Converse now in pineapple flavor

Today, I spilled concentrated pineapple juice on my left shoe at work. By concentrated pineapple juice, I basically mean pineapple syrup, and it wasn't just a little bit either! It must've been about 3 tablespoons of sticky, sugary mess. Then, before I could get a towel, I felt my toe get cold and wet as the juice soaked through my shoe and my sock.

Sad day. At least Law & Order is on.

A project

I want to undertake a big project. Something challenging that I will be proud to have accomplished. Right now, I'm just kind of going to school and waiting for something to happen, but I want to do something more than just study.

A list:

• Build a car
• Build a computer
• Write a book
• Write a research paper
• Open up a business (Yeah, right. Like that's gonna happen.)
• Make an art piece
• Create a nice webpage
• Write a song
• Write a poem
• Make a techno song using a computer (lol! :D)
• Run a marathon
• Do a triathlon
• Plan and exectue a big community service project
• Create quick and easy recipes for college students like myself
• Publish an article in an academic journal

I guess you get the idea. I want to do something big. I really like the idea of training for a marathon or triathlon, but I'm on a time limit here. I have until I go on a mission to do it, meaning I only have a couple months. I don't know how possible that is.

My brain!

The stereo at work has been broken for a while, so instead of listening to an iPod, we've been using a small boombox to listen to CD's the workers bring. Yesterday, we listened to a CD that one of the kids brought in because we were tired of the "Songs About Jane" album by Maroon 5. It was a mix of garage band type, mainstream, pop rock music that high schoolers typically listening to, which, honestly, I don't really mind. But, on the CD, there was this song.

Oh, the song... It was terrible. Everytime it came on, I cringed as the boombox sanded my brain into nothingness with a sappy, teenage remake of "Hello Goodbye" by The Beatles. It was absolutely disgusting. The singer's voice was whiny and annoying and high and everything else that could possibly be wrong with this world. I could not possibly overstate how bad it was even if I were blessed to be born with a dictionary lodged in my head and the ability to eloquently string together every word in it to describe the nauseating rendition of a perfectly good song.

"Hello Goodbye" is now forever ruined for me.

Lame

Today was a pretty boring day. Went to class, studied a bit, bombed a test, etc. I'm not in the best mood right now. I don't feel bad but something feels off today. I just can't get myself to feel at ease.

I'm boiling some red potatoes right now. The chicken is thawing and the corn is waiting for the potatoes to be done so they can be cooked.

This might be a movie review

We ended up watching I Am Legend (am I supposed to italicise movie titles?) after reading reviews for Vantage Point and Jumper. I had heard mixed opinions about I Am Legend. Some people said it was a bit disappointing. My roommate, Andy, thought it was stupid that "nine tenths of the movie has Will Smith by himself" and that "there was no dialogue." Mattie thought it was good and that she was willing to watch it again with us. Since Andy wasn't going to be watching a movie with us and Mattie was, we decided to watch I Am Legend.

I thought it was good. I don't understand why Andy didn't want to see it again, especially because it was only a dollar. I totally would've watched it.

*****SPOILER ALERT!!!
Did anyone else think it was really sad when Sam died? I mean he was the last human before, but when she died, seriously, that was sad. If my tear ducts weren't out of practice, I would've cried (OK, maybe my heart broke just a little bit).
*****END SPOILER ALERT

So, yeah. Fun movie. I want to write about so much more but it's past midnight and my creative juices are at a standstill, and I could write on and on about many, many things. So, maybe I'll save this material for when I don't have anything to write about. For now, good night!