THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON trailer in HD
Things I laughed at...lovingly:
1) How the Jacob-werewolf is a CARTOON. I'm hoping that is just a rough draft of the CGI wolves.BLA.
2) Jasper's hair. I didn't think it could have gotten worse. It has.
3) Laurent's theatrical "I'm gonna suck youah blooood" hand gesture. Yea.
Things I LOVED-
1) How perfect the makeup and contacts are this time around.
2) How they somehow transported every visual detail directly from my imagination into the scenery. In Twilight, I kept getting distracted by how different everything looked than how I had imagined it; I think New Moon is going to blow my mind, detail-wise.
3) When he leaves her. SOBBBBB.
4) How freakin' scary Laurent looks!
5) The transformation!!
6) Cinematic value. It just looks so much cooler! Probably the result of a higher budget.
Excuse me while I go make a black, white, and red paper chain to help me count down the days till November.
5.06.2009
Fun times at work...
(this was during a phone survey, and we had to get the location of the caller.)
ME: "Okay, and what county do you live in?"
CALLER: "Um, its... uh... I...."
ME: "Is it H------------- County, or some other county?"
CALLER: "I ... Just... (whispering) I have no idea."
*hangs up*
ME: "Okay, and what county do you live in?"
CALLER: "Um, its... uh... I...."
ME: "Is it H------------- County, or some other county?"
CALLER: "I ... Just... (whispering) I have no idea."
*hangs up*
4.24.2009
I wish I could pass it off as a night terror...
... because I have had those before.
I had this one where there was a giant spider sitting on my chest, and it was staring at me. All I could do was stare back. If that doesn't sound scary, I guess you had to be there. I had another one after watching "The Bunny Lady" video on youtube. In that one, the leading lady was sitting in my desk chair, also looking at me. I dare you not to have a night terror as well after watching that. I guess my subconscious is trying to tell me that my greatest fear is being looked at. Or maybe I just really don't enjoy eye contact. Who knows.
Enough about my psyche. Switching gears!
I wish I could pass off what happened last night as a night terror because I feel like a total doofus for screaming bloody murder at two in the morning and running the possibly making my roommates fear for my life. What happened was this:
Something rustled in my room. And it wasn't a normal, 'room-rustling' sound. It for sure wasn't the pipes, the heater vent, or the sound of the wind. When I heard it, I immediately thought of the hyper-aggressive little squirrel-fiends that run around my apartment complex in the summertime. Those things are brazen little monsters, and have run into my apartment before, baring their nasty little teeth. They fear nothing.
So, since it was late and dark, I imagined that the sound I heard was exactly like what a squirrel would sound like, if it were rifling through my garbage can. Then, about ten seconds later, something lightweight landed on my leg. I screamed like a banshee, wildly flinging my leg up - trying to send whatever had landed on me airborne.
I switched on my bedside lamp, and noticed two things simultaneously: That the small garbage can next to my desk was full of oddly stacked papers which were slowly settling, explaining the rustling noise I had heard. The next thing I noticed was that a corner of my bedspread had somehow gotten yanked up while I was tossing and turning in the night, and had chosen, ten seconds previous, to settle back down - right on my leg.
I thought about checking to see if I had woken my roommates up, but they weren't making any noise. After checking with them this morning, I found out that my scream hadn't woken anyone up. Whew!
Also: If you clicked on the link to that bunny lady video, I apologize for ruining your life. Toodles.
night terror n.- A state of intense fear and agitation sometimes experienced, especially by children, on awakening from a stage of sleep not associated with dreaming but characterized by extremely vivid hallucinations
I had this one where there was a giant spider sitting on my chest, and it was staring at me. All I could do was stare back. If that doesn't sound scary, I guess you had to be there. I had another one after watching "The Bunny Lady" video on youtube. In that one, the leading lady was sitting in my desk chair, also looking at me. I dare you not to have a night terror as well after watching that. I guess my subconscious is trying to tell me that my greatest fear is being looked at. Or maybe I just really don't enjoy eye contact. Who knows.
Enough about my psyche. Switching gears!
I wish I could pass off what happened last night as a night terror because I feel like a total doofus for screaming bloody murder at two in the morning and running the possibly making my roommates fear for my life. What happened was this:
Something rustled in my room. And it wasn't a normal, 'room-rustling' sound. It for sure wasn't the pipes, the heater vent, or the sound of the wind. When I heard it, I immediately thought of the hyper-aggressive little squirrel-fiends that run around my apartment complex in the summertime. Those things are brazen little monsters, and have run into my apartment before, baring their nasty little teeth. They fear nothing.
So, since it was late and dark, I imagined that the sound I heard was exactly like what a squirrel would sound like, if it were rifling through my garbage can. Then, about ten seconds later, something lightweight landed on my leg. I screamed like a banshee, wildly flinging my leg up - trying to send whatever had landed on me airborne.
I switched on my bedside lamp, and noticed two things simultaneously: That the small garbage can next to my desk was full of oddly stacked papers which were slowly settling, explaining the rustling noise I had heard. The next thing I noticed was that a corner of my bedspread had somehow gotten yanked up while I was tossing and turning in the night, and had chosen, ten seconds previous, to settle back down - right on my leg.
I thought about checking to see if I had woken my roommates up, but they weren't making any noise. After checking with them this morning, I found out that my scream hadn't woken anyone up. Whew!
Also: If you clicked on the link to that bunny lady video, I apologize for ruining your life. Toodles.
4.21.2009
Tidbits from home...
I am super-behind on blogging. I know. But, I wanted to post a few memorable quotes from my visit home, before I forget them. Beguuuuuuzzz, I find my family quite hilarious and I don't want to forget these.
Kristin: "I wish everyone would stop acting like Miley Cyrus doesn't have a major speech impediment! Seriously, she does."
(This next conversation happened after watching Twilight with us - Go Dad!)
Daughter: "Dad, why are you so freaking hairy?"
Dad: "I belong to a native american tribe of werewolves...what are they called? Quileutes. I'm a Quileute."
Kristin: "I wish everyone would stop acting like Miley Cyrus doesn't have a major speech impediment! Seriously, she does."
(This next conversation happened after watching Twilight with us - Go Dad!)
Daughter: "Dad, why are you so freaking hairy?"
Dad: "I belong to a native american tribe of werewolves...what are they called? Quileutes. I'm a Quileute."
4.02.2009
3.20.2009
I have procrastinated doing one of these ....
...even though I believe I've been 'tagged' around eleven times in the past two months. I just didn't think I could actually come up with 25 interesting facts about myself. Then I realized that that is exactly what like, Eeyore would think. One of my non-serious goals in life is to be as little like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh as possible. Eeyore bugs the crap out of me. I should get a bracelet that says WWEND. (What Would Eeyore Not Do)...
Aaaaanyways!
1. I bought my first car when I was 17. I still have her. I named her Delilah, because I love that name, but I think it would be rude to name one of my children Delilah because the namesake is kind of a nasty biblical ho. So, I settled for giving the name to my car. Anyways, I love her so much I kind of think of her as a non-living pet. Weird.
2. I am HATE bananas. Everything about them disgusts me. To illustrate how serious I am, here is a little story. One time when I was about 8, my kid sister Nicole was following me around the house, as kid sisters often do. (It may have been Michelle, but I am pretty sure it was Nicole.) I looked over my shoulder as we were exiting the kitchen, and I noticed that she had unknowingly stepped on an oozing black banana. (oh my gosh, my palms are seriously starting to sweat while typing this.) I screamed and started sprinting for dear life to my bedroom. She noticed that something was amiss, but probably thought that a stray rabid dog had wandered into the house or something from the way I was running. So, she ran too. She started gaining on me, and I was too manic at the time to explain that SHE and the nasty banana puke on her foot were what I was running from. I tried to slam my bedroom door to keep her from following me (don't judge me); but she pushed it open, still thinking that there was something chasing her, too. I jumped on my bed to get away from her, and she jumped on it too. By that time I was screaming, and my mom came in to investigate. She lovingly burst out laughing when I tried to explain what had happened. This entire story happened over the span of about 45 seconds.
3. I have not been on a date that I was actually asked out on in about three years. (I was going to write that I hadn't been asked on a date in three years, but then I remembered that this friendly drunk guy I met at a party asked me out via text a year ago. I politely declined.) Oddly enough, it doesn't really bother me.
4. Even though I will never get one, I am fascinated by tattoos. I think they are gorgeous, and I love how they have evolved over time into their own little genre of modern art.
5. I miss being a toddler daycare teacher practically every single day. I miss my babies!
6. I have to stop myself from starting a really good book if I have things to do. I literally can't put down a really gripping read unless it is to eat, potty, or sleep.
7. I have a chicken-pox scar on my right cheek. I used to hate it when I was younger, but now I think it gives me character. I don't cover it with makeup.
8. I have never been stung by a bee.
9. I never want to be stung by a bee.
10. I have changed my major about 4 times - but I think I have it just right this time. (English major with a creative writing emphasis; minoring in graphic art and possibly history....innnnnnnn case you were wondering)
11. There is something about the Bay Area (and especially Fremont and the Pacific Ocean) that makes me nostaligic- almost to the point of tears- whenever I go back. I love the smells, the weirdos, the palm trees and the traffic. It's still home for me.
12. I think LOLcats are hilarious. Seriously.
13. My body image right now is exponentially more positive than it was when I was 15, skinny and tan. I have grown to love my whole body- lumpiness, stretchmarks, cellulite and all - because it is mine. Weird! But awesome!
14. Moving from California to Utah at the age of 15 was one of the hardest things that I have done - but it also was one of the best changes of my life. There is nothing like starting over.
15. My parents made up my first name (Tamalyn). I love it. It makes it really easy to choose email addresses and screen names. My middle name is the same as my mom's (Kay), and it rhymes with the rest of my sisters' middle names. (In case you were wondering, those middle names are: Renee, Kay, May, Linnae, and Elaine. I know, Michelle's kind of doesn't rhyme, but my mom is a busy woman.)
16. One of my favorite things about my mom is how protective she is of us. Not in the weird, helicopter-mom way where she tries to swoop in and rescue us from our own mistakes, but in a momma-grizzly-bear way when she really needs to. Case in point: She is kind of scared of big mean dogs. Which is normal. This one time, when I was about 10, she was walking one of my sisters home (I really can't remember which sister it was, because the details are a little foggy) from Glenmoore Elementary School. I believe she also had the stroller with Baby-Michelle in it. A dog was walking down the street towards them, and as it came nearer, I think it growled at her. My mom tore an election sign that was staked into a neighbors lawn that she was passing, and beat the dog with it until it ran away. She is my hero.
17. One of my favorite things about my dad is how FREAKING LEVEL HEADED he is. I have never, ever heard him yell in anger at anyone, ever. Not even my dog. Also, he is really hard to scare. Case in point: You know those mean-but-hilarious websites that have a maze that you have to follow really carefully, but then out of nowhere a picture pops up of the girl from 'The Exorcist' and the speakers blare a really scary noise, basically making you poop your pants? We tricked my dad into doing it, and his reaction to the scare-attack was.... he blinked. Once.
The End! It was supposed to be 25 things, but I have homework.
Aaaaanyways!
1. I bought my first car when I was 17. I still have her. I named her Delilah, because I love that name, but I think it would be rude to name one of my children Delilah because the namesake is kind of a nasty biblical ho. So, I settled for giving the name to my car. Anyways, I love her so much I kind of think of her as a non-living pet. Weird.
2. I am HATE bananas. Everything about them disgusts me. To illustrate how serious I am, here is a little story. One time when I was about 8, my kid sister Nicole was following me around the house, as kid sisters often do. (It may have been Michelle, but I am pretty sure it was Nicole.) I looked over my shoulder as we were exiting the kitchen, and I noticed that she had unknowingly stepped on an oozing black banana. (oh my gosh, my palms are seriously starting to sweat while typing this.) I screamed and started sprinting for dear life to my bedroom. She noticed that something was amiss, but probably thought that a stray rabid dog had wandered into the house or something from the way I was running. So, she ran too. She started gaining on me, and I was too manic at the time to explain that SHE and the nasty banana puke on her foot were what I was running from. I tried to slam my bedroom door to keep her from following me (don't judge me); but she pushed it open, still thinking that there was something chasing her, too. I jumped on my bed to get away from her, and she jumped on it too. By that time I was screaming, and my mom came in to investigate. She lovingly burst out laughing when I tried to explain what had happened. This entire story happened over the span of about 45 seconds.
3. I have not been on a date that I was actually asked out on in about three years. (I was going to write that I hadn't been asked on a date in three years, but then I remembered that this friendly drunk guy I met at a party asked me out via text a year ago. I politely declined.) Oddly enough, it doesn't really bother me.
4. Even though I will never get one, I am fascinated by tattoos. I think they are gorgeous, and I love how they have evolved over time into their own little genre of modern art.
5. I miss being a toddler daycare teacher practically every single day. I miss my babies!
6. I have to stop myself from starting a really good book if I have things to do. I literally can't put down a really gripping read unless it is to eat, potty, or sleep.
7. I have a chicken-pox scar on my right cheek. I used to hate it when I was younger, but now I think it gives me character. I don't cover it with makeup.
8. I have never been stung by a bee.
9. I never want to be stung by a bee.
10. I have changed my major about 4 times - but I think I have it just right this time. (English major with a creative writing emphasis; minoring in graphic art and possibly history....innnnnnnn case you were wondering)
11. There is something about the Bay Area (and especially Fremont and the Pacific Ocean) that makes me nostaligic- almost to the point of tears- whenever I go back. I love the smells, the weirdos, the palm trees and the traffic. It's still home for me.
12. I think LOLcats are hilarious. Seriously.
13. My body image right now is exponentially more positive than it was when I was 15, skinny and tan. I have grown to love my whole body- lumpiness, stretchmarks, cellulite and all - because it is mine. Weird! But awesome!
14. Moving from California to Utah at the age of 15 was one of the hardest things that I have done - but it also was one of the best changes of my life. There is nothing like starting over.
15. My parents made up my first name (Tamalyn). I love it. It makes it really easy to choose email addresses and screen names. My middle name is the same as my mom's (Kay), and it rhymes with the rest of my sisters' middle names. (In case you were wondering, those middle names are: Renee, Kay, May, Linnae, and Elaine. I know, Michelle's kind of doesn't rhyme, but my mom is a busy woman.)
16. One of my favorite things about my mom is how protective she is of us. Not in the weird, helicopter-mom way where she tries to swoop in and rescue us from our own mistakes, but in a momma-grizzly-bear way when she really needs to. Case in point: She is kind of scared of big mean dogs. Which is normal. This one time, when I was about 10, she was walking one of my sisters home (I really can't remember which sister it was, because the details are a little foggy) from Glenmoore Elementary School. I believe she also had the stroller with Baby-Michelle in it. A dog was walking down the street towards them, and as it came nearer, I think it growled at her. My mom tore an election sign that was staked into a neighbors lawn that she was passing, and beat the dog with it until it ran away. She is my hero.
17. One of my favorite things about my dad is how FREAKING LEVEL HEADED he is. I have never, ever heard him yell in anger at anyone, ever. Not even my dog. Also, he is really hard to scare. Case in point: You know those mean-but-hilarious websites that have a maze that you have to follow really carefully, but then out of nowhere a picture pops up of the girl from 'The Exorcist' and the speakers blare a really scary noise, basically making you poop your pants? We tricked my dad into doing it, and his reaction to the scare-attack was.... he blinked. Once.
The End! It was supposed to be 25 things, but I have homework.
3.16.2009
I know I have been slacking...
...And I am very disappointed in myself for not exactly 'blogging semi-weekly,' as promised in my New Years resolutions post. I'm not doing so hot on the other resolutions, either. My fat jeans? Yea, they're skin tight right now. Sad. I have been crazy busy with classwork, but my lack of bloggieness is mainly because I have developed this... blog-o-phobia, if you will, since I started my "Foundations Writing" course.
Since I’ve started really analyzing my writing and the things I read, I’ve been grasped by this paralyzing fear of writing something wrong (grammatically, syntax-wise, etc), which has resulted in me being afraid to write anything passionately for fear that it will be structurally lame. Which leads to very negative self-talk, such as "Oh my gosh, run on sentences, hanging clauses, BAD WRITING! I suck at life!! "
So, I’ve decided something: I’ll write as crappily and slangy as I feel like doing; however, when I go back and revise, I’ll use my newfound knowledge in the English language to edit wisely. Awesome! (high-fives-self)
In other news, I love my roomates. Looking over my last post about miss-crazy-from-greece has made me really value what good people they are - and they're great to live with, to boot! Like, we actually do our own dishes. We vacuum. We buy toilet paper. In other words, life is good. We plan on going to the No Doubt/Paramore concert in May (HOLLA!!!) and it would be an understatement to say I'm stoked about it. You'll get to meet my roomies then, too, family! (if you're in Utah at the time. Plan on it.)
Okay bye!
Since I’ve started really analyzing my writing and the things I read, I’ve been grasped by this paralyzing fear of writing something wrong (grammatically, syntax-wise, etc), which has resulted in me being afraid to write anything passionately for fear that it will be structurally lame. Which leads to very negative self-talk, such as "Oh my gosh, run on sentences, hanging clauses, BAD WRITING! I suck at life!! "
So, I’ve decided something: I’ll write as crappily and slangy as I feel like doing; however, when I go back and revise, I’ll use my newfound knowledge in the English language to edit wisely. Awesome! (high-fives-self)
In other news, I love my roomates. Looking over my last post about miss-crazy-from-greece has made me really value what good people they are - and they're great to live with, to boot! Like, we actually do our own dishes. We vacuum. We buy toilet paper. In other words, life is good. We plan on going to the No Doubt/Paramore concert in May (HOLLA!!!) and it would be an understatement to say I'm stoked about it. You'll get to meet my roomies then, too, family! (if you're in Utah at the time. Plan on it.)
Okay bye!
3.14.2009
I love this website.
SO. FUNNY.
I wish I had known about this site when I lived with my perma-angry foreign roommate. Sigh. I also wish that I had taken pictures of the notes she left so I could treasure her sweet little nothings forever.
Here's some of the notes that I remember - (of course, there were plenty more, but I can only record the ones that were funny enough to be memorable) I believe at least one of these was printed on my own personal heart shaped post-its. Oh,the irony!
DISCLAIMER: I am not making any of this up; the misspellings and the caps locks are authentic. These are correct as far as I can remember.
my knife is not in drawere. Plz BRING IT OUT!!! IT IS MINE
(she was convinced that whenever she misplaced one of her utensils, we were hiding it in our bedrooms)
This one was placed directly on the thermostat, in the dead of summer:
DO NOT turn off heater! it is FRZZNG!
I guess in her homeland of Greece, there was no air conditioner, so she didn't feel comfortable unless it was 95 degrees indoors. She could have remedied this problem at any time if she put on more clothes in the morning than silky lingerie tops and shortie shorts that showed her tush... but I digress.
Unfortunately, since the notes started happening after she had verbally forbidden us from speaking to her or her guests, instead of talking to her about it, we decided the best idea was to take the batteries out of the thermostat. Problem solved.
The next note puzzled me and Marie (my non-insane roommate), since by that time Kristina had forbidden us from speaking to her. I think it was in response to when I had asked her friend (who was living in Kristina's bedroom for about a month, using our TP, eating our food, and watching marie's TV rent-free) when exactly she planned on leaving.
If you have something say 2 my guests, DO NOT TELL THEM. SPK ONLY TO ME. THX
My favorite part was the 'thx' at the end. Oh, how I DON'T miss Ms. Crazy.
I wish I had known about this site when I lived with my perma-angry foreign roommate. Sigh. I also wish that I had taken pictures of the notes she left so I could treasure her sweet little nothings forever.
Here's some of the notes that I remember - (of course, there were plenty more, but I can only record the ones that were funny enough to be memorable) I believe at least one of these was printed on my own personal heart shaped post-its. Oh,the irony!
DISCLAIMER: I am not making any of this up; the misspellings and the caps locks are authentic. These are correct as far as I can remember.
my knife is not in drawere. Plz BRING IT OUT!!! IT IS MINE
(she was convinced that whenever she misplaced one of her utensils, we were hiding it in our bedrooms)
This one was placed directly on the thermostat, in the dead of summer:
DO NOT turn off heater! it is FRZZNG!
I guess in her homeland of Greece, there was no air conditioner, so she didn't feel comfortable unless it was 95 degrees indoors. She could have remedied this problem at any time if she put on more clothes in the morning than silky lingerie tops and shortie shorts that showed her tush... but I digress.
Unfortunately, since the notes started happening after she had verbally forbidden us from speaking to her or her guests, instead of talking to her about it, we decided the best idea was to take the batteries out of the thermostat. Problem solved.
The next note puzzled me and Marie (my non-insane roommate), since by that time Kristina had forbidden us from speaking to her. I think it was in response to when I had asked her friend (who was living in Kristina's bedroom for about a month, using our TP, eating our food, and watching marie's TV rent-free) when exactly she planned on leaving.
If you have something say 2 my guests, DO NOT TELL THEM. SPK ONLY TO ME. THX
My favorite part was the 'thx' at the end. Oh, how I DON'T miss Ms. Crazy.
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