When I watch movies and TV shows by myself, I tend to say or yell things to the characters and the TV show or movie in general. And, for the most part, each show or movie has different phrases that go along with it. So, it’s pretty much what you would guess: a word or phrase I yell at least once an episode for a television show or several times throughout a movie. Let me provide you with some examples.
Chuck- (Chuck makes me swoon-y and giddy. Thus the things I yell are directed at just Chuck or at Chuck and Sarah together.)
“Eeeee! I love you, Chuck!”
“Stop it. Chuck is not (insert spy activity here.)”
“MAKE BABIES!!!” (Actually, this is not specific to Chuck. But I yell it more during Chuck than any other show.)
“They’re so cute and perfect.”
Friday Night Lights-
“Throw the ball, son!”
“You tell him, Tami. Tell him how it is.”
“Flip your sweaty hair, Tim Riggins.” OR “Cut your hair, you nasty kid.”
Alias:
“Hot Face!”
“Yep. Now Jack is going to shoot you in the face.”
“J-brams, why do you do this to me?”
“He’s so goofy!”
Star Wars
“Shut your face, Anakin.”
“But don’t mess with Darth Vader. He’ll getcha!”
“Angry, grumpy, moody Anakin. Why does Padme love him?”
And the list of films and TV shows goes on. I just never realized that I yell these things. Then one day, my sister opened my bedroom door, stared at me, and asked me why I was yelling. I paused and said, “Uh, I don’t really know.” Now, I’m super conscious about it. I’m working on stopping the whole talking-to-fictional-characters thing, since what I say doesn’t make one bit of difference.
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Sunday, May 8, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
That one time I made a PowerPoint to prove a point and it didn't even matter:
(Heh! Look how cheap I am? I had to save the proof from my email!)
Just over a week ago, I drove to Provo to participate in a ritual that is as old as academia itself: GRADUATION. I donned that polyester blue cap and gown with my yellow Bachelor of Science tassel and sat for 2 and ½ hours in the Marriot Center (soon to be renamed The Jimmer) waiting for the 6 seconds of glory during which I would walk across the stage and have my photo taken by my parents sitting out in nowhere land.
To be perfectly honest, my parents practically had to force me to walk. I technically graduated in December and since BYU does not hold a graduation ceremony for December graduates, I thought I was home free and didn't have to walk. They'd mailed me a diploma and EVERYTHING!
Boy, was I wrong. And I still don’t know why I did it. I guess to make my parents feel validated or something. I practically threw a temper tantrum about having to do it at one point because I’m whiney, mopey and 5 years old. And then I tried another tactic and got creative: I made a PowerPoint about how I shouldn’t have to do it.
Give me a break – I was still in school mode when I made it and, obviously, it wasn’t even a good presentation because I still had to put that 4 cornered hat on. It made my ears stick out. Awkward.
(The program I used to upload this PowerPoint sort of squished the words together...sorry, I hope you can separate them)
Graduation
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But I was very grateful for one thing: I was glad to know that I had received a good education and that I was moving on. That chapter of my life is over (thank HEAVENS for that) and now I’m ready to move on to a new place with new things to do and more school to undertake. It’s coming up super fast but I am ready…maybe? I guess I don’t have much of a choice about being ready though, do I?
Good thing I’ve got until August to get there.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Why yes, I do live at home! (The playlist which has a song with a bad word)
Another playlist of music I have found over the last few months while I've been living at home. Warning: ONE SONG DOES HAVE THE F-BOMB IN IT. Skip it please if you just can't want it!
Young Blood by The Naked & Famous
Go Do by Jonsi
The Cave by Mumford & Sons
Keep Yourself Warm by Frightened Rabbit (THE SONG WITH THE F-WORD! Avoid if you must!)
Feeling Good by Nina Simone
Marry You as sung by the Glee Cast
Run by Vampire Weekend
Just Say Yes by Snow Patrol
Lovers in Japan (Acoustic) by Coldplay
Give a LIttle Love by Noah and the Whale
Howlin' for You by The Black Keys
When I Go by Slow Club
Saeglopur by Sigur Ros
Young Blood by The Naked & Famous
Go Do by Jonsi
The Cave by Mumford & Sons
Keep Yourself Warm by Frightened Rabbit (THE SONG WITH THE F-WORD! Avoid if you must!)
Feeling Good by Nina Simone
Marry You as sung by the Glee Cast
Run by Vampire Weekend
Just Say Yes by Snow Patrol
Lovers in Japan (Acoustic) by Coldplay
Give a LIttle Love by Noah and the Whale
Howlin' for You by The Black Keys
When I Go by Slow Club
Saeglopur by Sigur Ros
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Waiting for a Year...or Whatever
I am remiss in my blog duties. I apologize to the three people who might actually follow my blog. I will try to be better about writing on a more regular basis.
As many people know, I have spent the last 8 months applying and interviewing for medical school. It's expensive, takes up tons of time, and--most important of all--it makes you CRAZY. I cannot count the hours I spent worrying and stressing myself out over interviews, personal statements, extra curricular activities, and countless other pre-med things. Just ask my roommates.
There are up days and down days. Days when you think, "Yeah! I can get in for sure." and days when you despair and, in my case, call your mom and cry for an hour.
Even though there were times when it felt like I was just jumping through application hoops, it really isn't like that. It's necessary and you want your schools to know EVERYTHING about you. But at some point in the process, you kind of want to throw up your hands and yell "Okay! I've done everything. My applications have been in for months. Just accept me or reject me PLEASE. I won't be mad if you are honest and let me know how it is. This way I can plan my life: do I have to move to Texas/Virginia/Nebraska or wherever school is OR do I have to reapply? " When a school gets back to you quickly with a rejection, it might sting, but it is nice to know that your plans can continue.
During my senior year (and more), I worked in a lab with several pre-med students. We commiserated together about the MCAT and lengthy secondary applications. All of the boys (yes, all of them were male) in my lab are qualified, dedicated individuals. Every single one has spent years working toward med school, not exactly an easy feat. Most of them are just as (if not INFINITELY more) qualified to go to medical school as I am. And yet, a few of them haven't even received an interview invite. I am, to say the least, baffled by this. One of the guys I know from my MCAT class (A.K.A. The boy who ACED the MCAT. Seriously, he kicked some serious MCAT booty) is ever waiting to hear back from schools.
It really is absolutely awful and, at times, unfair. Getting to know these people and understanding their triumphs and knowing they deserve everything they want and THEN seeing their hopes dashed...it's not fun. But it is the way it is. There are, unfortunately only so many seats to fill, and it can really bite.
All of the guys in my lab and the people in my MCAT class will be great doctors. And I'm excited for them to hear back and go to the schools they want to attend. I hope they all succeed. Because I know who I want to call when I'm sick.
As many people know, I have spent the last 8 months applying and interviewing for medical school. It's expensive, takes up tons of time, and--most important of all--it makes you CRAZY. I cannot count the hours I spent worrying and stressing myself out over interviews, personal statements, extra curricular activities, and countless other pre-med things. Just ask my roommates.
There are up days and down days. Days when you think, "Yeah! I can get in for sure." and days when you despair and, in my case, call your mom and cry for an hour.
Even though there were times when it felt like I was just jumping through application hoops, it really isn't like that. It's necessary and you want your schools to know EVERYTHING about you. But at some point in the process, you kind of want to throw up your hands and yell "Okay! I've done everything. My applications have been in for months. Just accept me or reject me PLEASE. I won't be mad if you are honest and let me know how it is. This way I can plan my life: do I have to move to Texas/Virginia/Nebraska or wherever school is OR do I have to reapply? " When a school gets back to you quickly with a rejection, it might sting, but it is nice to know that your plans can continue.
During my senior year (and more), I worked in a lab with several pre-med students. We commiserated together about the MCAT and lengthy secondary applications. All of the boys (yes, all of them were male) in my lab are qualified, dedicated individuals. Every single one has spent years working toward med school, not exactly an easy feat. Most of them are just as (if not INFINITELY more) qualified to go to medical school as I am. And yet, a few of them haven't even received an interview invite. I am, to say the least, baffled by this. One of the guys I know from my MCAT class (A.K.A. The boy who ACED the MCAT. Seriously, he kicked some serious MCAT booty) is ever waiting to hear back from schools.
It really is absolutely awful and, at times, unfair. Getting to know these people and understanding their triumphs and knowing they deserve everything they want and THEN seeing their hopes dashed...it's not fun. But it is the way it is. There are, unfortunately only so many seats to fill, and it can really bite.
All of the guys in my lab and the people in my MCAT class will be great doctors. And I'm excited for them to hear back and go to the schools they want to attend. I hope they all succeed. Because I know who I want to call when I'm sick.
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