This Movie Looks Totally Cute!

This movie actually looks cute for a Disney/Zac Efron film. I think I might actually go and see this movie. Its calles Seventeen Again and stars Matthew Perry and Zac Efron playing a man who gets to relive his youth and reconnet with his children and flirt with his wife in the body of a seventeen year old. The preview is funny and cute. Hopefully nothing like High School Musical.



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P.S. My MOTHER went to a Twilight party. MY MOTHER!!!! I just find this incerdibly funny and awesome at the same time!

Chuck Klosterman Lecture

Me with Chuck, its kind of blurry I know but what can you expect from cell phone cameras.

We had a visit today from Chuck Klosterman, renowned journalist and author of books like Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, which has a great essay on Saved by the Bell. I ♥ Zach Morris. Fargo Rock City, a heavy metal oddessey in North Dakota. Killing Yourself to Live, where he visits the death sites of famous rock and roll stars, and also many more. I bought two of his books and of course got him to sign both of them. They are going on my summer reading list.
I admit I had never heard of him before but I find him brilliant. I was introduced to his work through my Mass Communication and Society class. We were talking about pop culture and had to read some of his work. I think my professor for this, "Thanks Dr.Foss!" He is just what I want to be, funny, talented, a famous journalist and author. He gave some aweomse advice today too and now I will share that with you.

Advice to aspiring writers: Write a book that you want to read that does not exist, then make that book exist.

It all happens by chance. The best decisions, the most important ones, you will not know they are important at the time.

Create your own life. There is no normal/right way to become who you want to be,

I heard these and I knew he was talking to me, even if there were over 100 people in the room, he wsa still talking to me. I think I am in love. Kidding, he is engaged. I do find him so adorably cute though. There is something about the red beard that I love. He has inspired me to actually want to write more. I have always loved writing, and always want to write a book I just never had a solid idea. Now I will take his advice and write about something I would want to read.

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I can not go to sleep

Tonight is one of the nights where I am having trouble sleeping. It might be the elephants on the pogo sticks, a.k.a. the people above me, who must weigh nearly 500lbs because I am hearing every single footstep that they make or it might be the fact that I didn't wake up today until almost noon. I think it a combination of the two.
The reason I did not wake up until almost noon today was that Jeremy took me to a concert last night. We went to the Exit/In in Nashville and saw a favorite band of his, Superdrag. They were actually pretty good, a lot better than I expected but with Jeremy things are always better than expected. Except the fact that he kept calling his ex-wife all night I assume so he could let her hear the band playing. Yes I admit I was and am still a little jealous, I know they are still friends a talk almost every day, I even think they are taking an online class together but that's besides the point, but it just makes you wonder what is going on, are they sleeping together? Would you consider sleeping with an ex-spouse cheating? The answer to that is yes. I have not known Jeremy long enough to know much of his chracter, but I think I know enough to know that he would never do such a thing, just as I hope he knows I would never do such a thing.

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The Meaning of Spring Break

For most people Spring Break means going to Virginia, Florida, Cancun or some foreign island/country. Girl in bikinis laying out at the beach and hanging out with friends and guys checking out the girls while flexing their muscles.
Maybe even a bunch of people getting drunk, partying and someone coming back with a tattoo in some place their parents will not find,or at least hope their parents won't find. Take my sister for example who came back from Flordia sun tattoo on her bum.
For me, Spring Break means sitting at home, working, and/or doing nothing. I am 27 years old and I have never been on a Spring Break before. There are a few reasons for this, in high school; (1) I was never invited to go anywhere – I was kind of a shy person, (2) I never had any money to go anywhere – I am the child of a single parent, so my mother was not able to pay for my break, like most kids my age, and (3) I was never going to put on a swimsuit in my condition – I was a bigger girl, until this year, and was always so self-conscious about my figure and I did not want to put on a swimsuit just to have someone laugh at my face.
After high school, I just figured Spring Break was something for high school and college kids to do and since I didn’t go to college directly after school I just assumed it was not for me. I went straight to work and tried to make money. I stress the word "tried."
It’s not that I never wanted to go on Spring Break. I would have loved to go and hang out with my girlfriends laughing and party. But alas I was denied this right of passage.
Now that I am in college I have thought more about spring break and how fun it would be to go somewhere, but just like every other year, money is and always will be an issue.
If I did decide to go on a spring break trip, I would feel like the old foggie who is hanging around the youngens' trying to relive my youth, and that is just not for me.



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Spring Blog Break

I will be taking a break from the week and will be back to posting on here the 16th of March! Take care everyone!

Pink Guns and Guitars

It sounds like the title of a country music song I know, but that was my experience today. Jeremy took me to some pawn shops, my first time in one, and they had this really awesome pink guitar. It was a knock off brand and I don't even know how to play, but it was beautiful. It made me want to learn to play so I could play on that beautiful pink guitar. As we were walking around the front, near the gun case, there was a pink pistol. Jeremy said he could see me with a pink gun. Hey its an accessory for the girl who love pink. By the way I am copyrighting the title Pink Guns and Guitars for all you song writers out there who are thinking of stealing the title.

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Taylor Swift on CSI

**DISCLAIMER - DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WHAT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE SHOW**

I thought Taylor Swift's performance on CSI was great. She did a good job with her acting, not fake at all. It seemed real and I loved the back story. About how she was not their real child but the child of another woman who was murdered in the hotel almost a year before, whom had murdered Haley's(Taylor Swift) adoptive parents child years before while she was babysitting. Then she has a baby in prision, Haley, and decides to make amends to the family she hurt by giving them her child, "a life for a life," as they said in the show. It was a great episode, one of the best. Congrats on the performance Taylor, you were great.

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Multi-Media Messages (a two part film)

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My favorite Poem by Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath



"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

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Second Favorite poet after Sylvia Plath

I ran across this poem and poet in an issue of The New Yorker and I fell in love. I absolutely love this first poem by her, and an aquatinting myself with her other works.


Telescope by Louise Glück

There is a moment after you move your eye away
when you forget where you are
because you've been living, it seems,
somewhere else, in the silence of the night sky.

You've been stopped being here in the world.
You're in a different place,
a place where human life has no meaning.

You're not a creature in a body.
You exist as the stars exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Then you're in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill,
taking the telescope apart.

You realize afterward
not that the image is false
but the relation is false.

You see again how far away
each thing is from every other thing.


Noon by Louise Glück


They’re not grown up—more like a boy and girl, really.
School’s over. It’s the best part of the summer, when it’s still beginning—
the sun’s shining, but the heat isn’t intense yet.
And freedom hasn’t gotten boring.

So you can spend the whole day, all of it, wandering in the meadow.
The meadow goes on indefinitely, and the village keeps getting more and
more faint—

It seems a strange position, being very young.
They have this thing everyone wants and they don’t want—
but they want to keep it anyway; it’s all they can trade on.

When they’re by themselves like this, these are the things they talk about.
How time for them doesn’t race.
It’s like the reel breaking at the movie theater. They stay anyway—
mainly, they just don’t want to leave. But till the reel is fixed
the old one just gets popped back in,
and all of a sudden you’re back to long ago in the movie—
the hero hasn’t even met the heroine. He’s still at the factory,
he hasn’t begun to go bad. And she’s wandering around the docks, already bad.
But she never meant it to happen. She was good, then it happened to her,
like a bag pulled over her head.

The sky’s completely blue, so the grass is dry.
They’ll be able to sit with no trouble.
They sit, they talk about everything—then they eat their picnic.
They put the food on the blanket, so it stays clean.
They’ve always done it this way; they take the grass themselves.

The rest—how two people can lie down on the blanket—
they know about it but they’re not ready for it.
They know people who’ve done it, as a kind of game or trial—
then you say, no, wrong time, I think I’ll just keep being a child.
But your body doesn’t listen. It knows everything now,
it says you’re not a child, you haven’t been a child for a long time.

Their thinking is, stay away from change. It’s an avalanche—
all the rocks sliding down the mountain, and the child standing underneath
just gets killed.

They sit in the best place, under the poplars.
And they talk—it must be hours now, the sun’s in a different place.
About school, about people they both know,
about being adult, about how you knew what your dreams were.

They used to play games, but that’s stopped now—too much touching.
They only touch each other when they fold the blanket.

They know this in each other.
That’s why it isn’t talked about.
Before they do anything like that, they’ll need to know more—
in fact, everything that can happen. Until then, they’ll just watch
and stay children.

Today she’s folding the blanket alone, to be safe.
And he looks away—he pretends to be too lost in thought to help out.

They know that at some point you stop being children, and at that point
you become strangers. It seems unbearably lonely.

When they get home to the village, it’s nearly twilight.
It’s been a perfect day; they talk about this,
about when they’ll have a chance to have a picnic again.

They walk through the summer dusk,
not holding hands but still telling each other everything.

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Memories

Jeremy posted this on my blog the other day, we were trying to remember the song and the name of the juice they drink which is "Gummy Beary Juice" OH it brought back so many memories of my favorites shows as a kid in the 1980s : Strawberry Shortcake, Rainbow Bright, My Little Pony, The Get-Along Gang, The Hugga-Bunch Kids or something like that, Care Bears, etc.



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Last Night's Dream

I dreamt last night that my sister and I met J.K. Rowling. It was awesome, now if only the pictures we took would turn out! LOL!

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I ♥ snow

Woke up this morning to maybe three to four inches of wonderful, white snow! I was a snow baby, so I love the snow. It makes me want to go build a snowman, make a snowangel, go sledding or even have a snowball fight.

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