Alas, my posts from Hollywood begin! So what do I have to say on this subject? Two words:
Holy Crap!!!
So, just in my first full day in here, guess who I happened to spot at Target while buying junk for my apartment? Donald Faison, a.k.a. "Scrubs" Turk Turkelton and Harold Perrineau, a.k.a Michael "The Black Guy" from "Lost". Yes, it is true, celebrities shop at my favorite sort-of-discount store. I don't think I have ever been so excited in my whole life. And of course, I immediately called my brother, since they're from his two favorite t.v. shows. I'm pretty sure he about had an aneurysm from all of the mind blow going on with this story.
Turk was very tall, not so black, and wearing camouflaged sweat pants. I guess that's why I had such a hard time seeing him. (I know, bad joke) Michael was also, pretty disguised in a skull cap and was much blacker than Turk. It took me, three plus walk by's before I even realized why he looked familiar. And on that last walk by it hit me, "HOLY CRAP! THAT'S BLACK GUY FROM LOST". I know, quite the, well, blatant statement, but I couldn't think of his name, so cut me some slack.
Personally, I believe it was a gift from God to help me get over my nerves, cause they were definitely replaced with excitement after that.
I absolutely cannot wait for the rest of my time here!
It's so crazy how things change. Just six months ago, I was planning on going to BYU this fall and couldn't wait to leave this town because I felt I had no friends. Six months later, I'm about to move to Los Angeles to go to AMDA and can't stand the thought of leaving because I have such amazing friends.
I'm trying to pretend that Tuesday isn't coming. There's just so much I still want to do. I feel like a ticking time bomb. I have so many people that I still want to spend time with and so many things that I still want to accomplish but there just isn't enough time. And on top of that, I haven't even begun to pack yet.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm super excited for my future in Los Angeles, but it's still quite bitter sweet. I just wish I could take everyone with me. I know everything will be alright though, and I won't be gone forever. I guess the Lord is just trying to make me appreciate what I have for once.
* I'm moving to Los Angeles in exactly two weeks...AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
* I'm terrified of the future.
* I'm so excited for the future.
*Girls make planning dates so frustrating. It does not have to be this hard!
* I don't handle stress well, if at all. It's been way too long since I've had to deal with this kind.
*Glee makes me so freaking happy!
*Ingrid Michaelson reads my mind.
*Sometimes being awkward is okay, sometimes it's not so okay.
*I have no life and I don't know if I'll be able to handle it once I do.
* The news makes me feel like a really bad person. There is so much going on in the world, and yet I'm still worried about all this?
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
As I've been preparing to move out to LA, a number of things have been going through my mind; will I like my roommates, will I make any friends, how am I going to be without my mom, am I going to be able to deal with all the stress of school, what will I do without all of my friends here? Needless to say, I've been pretty stressed and relying very much on the Lord and my faith in him. So, today's lesson at Institute, which focused mainly on Christ's atonement, was perfect for me. I ended up baring my testimony, and my soul, a balling my eyes out. It was quite nice, especially hearing all the thanks from other people for doing so. It made me feel really good.
So then on the way home, I blasted Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" with the windows down. It was just so perfect and freeing. It was one of those infinite moments that I cherish so much. And it's such a great song. Not to mention the perfection that is the "Glee" cast version. It gives me chills every time I watch it.
After that, I blasted Ingrid Michaelson's "You and I" and Noah and the Whale's "Five Years Time". If was really great. I love those songs so much. They just make me so happy and bring everything into perspective.
Tonight I am finally full of hope and optimism for my future.
WHAT WHAT? Say what? That's right, tonight was the MTV Video Music Awards and this year was actually quite entertaining. As I was Twittering (yes, I Twitter) about the VMA's, I decided i should write a blog of my critiques of sort. First off, Lady Gaga, or as we refer to her in my circle, Lady G. What the freak was she wearing? Through out the show, it became a sort of game for me to spot her fabulously outrageous ensembles. First Mardi Gras-esque one eyed mask with a gold plated, black feather covered neck brace that looked as if she broke her neck, got in a fight with a glue stick and proceeded to attack a flock of crows, who then tried to peck her eye out. Next, her performance outfit (by the way, her performance was top notch Campiness) which was, by the end of the performance, looked like Marie Antoinette on a serial killing spree. After that came her glorious outfit especially for accepting the Best New Artist award, a red lace dress, apparenly turned backward with the hood up over her face and a matching King Triton crown (I believe she took a cue from OkGo). And last, but certainly not least, her lion mane of birds nests during Andy Samberg and Jimmy Fallon's skit. Lady G, kudos to your brilliant fashion insanity! You know how I have had this love affair with Kanye West and my Kanye shoes? Well, the Kanye West part may potentially be over after his little scene stealing escapade during Taylor Swift's acceptance speech. Personally, I believe that MTV planned it before hand, much like the Eminem controversy during the MTV Movie Awards, to spoof his other similar escapade we he thought he should have gotten an award at some show last year (I'm really fuzzy on the specifics). Yes, Kanye, you have great style, your not to hard on the eyes, and you definately have talent, but Taylor Swift is pretty much the sweetest, most adorable celebrity ever. She looked like she was about to cry, and probably did once she got of stage. And leave it to Beyonce to be the female Barrack and let Taylor make up for that moment. So shame on you Kanye, and if this was not planned by MTV, we are sooooooo over! I guess I have to mention the Michael Jackson tribute. I'm not a big fan or anything, I mean, I like his music and all, but I didn't cry when he died (I hope that didn't sound super insensitive). But, that tribute was pretty great. It made me teary eyed. The dancing was top notch and Janet's performance was great. I especially loved the ending with the picture of her and Michael together. And did any other Morms feel awkward when Madonna didn't end her speech "In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen"? And last, of course, I must mention the pinnacle of my VMA experience. Jimmy Fallon and Andy Samberg. Together. On Stage. Funny together. In that moment, MTV almost restored my love for their station. Almost. So MTV, kudos to you for putting on a great show, and kudos to Russel Brandt for a great job hosting and for offending less people than last year.
Big points to anyone else who saw Lady G's last birds nest outfit. And even bigger points if you can find a picture.
It's now less than a week away from my birthday. That's right, on Tuesday, I will officially be 19 years old! I'm pretty excited, a little bit scared, and slightly disappointed. Nineteen just sounds so old to me. I mean, I know it's not, but it sounds old when you're eighteen. I've done alot in the last year. I graduated a semester early, I got my first and second job, I saw a couple of concerts, I went on my first road trip with friends, I got my first ticket and completed my first (and hopefully last(This goes for the ticket thing too)) defensive driving course, made a best friend, made my first trip to Los Angeles, got into a great college (The American Musical and Dramatic Academy) with a top notch musical theater and film acting program, had my first even semi close person to me die, got my first car, went on my first date, saw two friends have children, and had my first two friends get married. All of this among many other things. There are also alot of other things that I wish I had accomplished. I wish I had gotten a better grade point average, so I could have gotten into BYU and turned it down for AMDA. I wish I would have had my first boyfriend. I wish I could have been in more shows. I wish I could have gone dancing at a club. This, also, among many other things. But, looking into the future, I have so much going for me, and so much to look forward to. I'm going to be moving to LA in about a month to start college. This alone is going to bring forth so many amazing opportunities to me. I'm so excited for this, and pretty terrified. But I know that if I trust in the Lord and remain dilligent in following his teachings, that I will have nothing to worry about. I'm so thankful for that knowledge and for the gospel in my life. I know that the Lord will always be there for me, if I just trust in him, and that has made all the difference.
Switching topics. here are a couple new songs for you to check out.
MGMT- Electric Feel http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UtUI5MC9tVM
Just Kait- Sick
Queens of the Stone Age- Make It Wit Chu
Air- Surfing on a Rocket
Manchester Orchestra- I've Got Friends http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRUOB3Ztv-Y
Cage the Elephant- Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
Cold War Kids- Hang Me Up to Dry http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvTKhM6F85U
Well, quite the eventful night. When I was brainstorming about this blog on the way home from the Institute Opening Social, it was just going to be my normal blog, complaining about being single and awkward around guys. Well, that's not the case anymore as while driving home i had quite the terrifying experience. I was driving down a country road trying to get to 35, when I noticed a couple cars behind me driving erratically and the one closest behind me was swirving from side to side of this tiny, two lane, no shoulder road. I was a little put off to say the least. Then once I turned onto 35, the proceeded to box me in, drive right on my bumper, with their brights on. I was absolutely terrified. They continued to drive like this, trying to make me go faster, for a few miles. Finally, I decided to slow down, and they went around me. Luckily at this point in time, I was right by a road I knew well, so I turned off of 35 onto that road, to get away. Luckily for me, they continued on 35. Once I got home and told my parents, they called the cops. After giving a report over the phone, they sent to officers to my house. I was so scared, simply because I'm terrified of them, but they ended up being quite helpful. I felt so proud of myself, because, through all the stress of that event, I managed to get the liscence plate of one of the trucks so the officers can ticket them and scare the pants off of those dumb kids. What else is crazy, is that I similar thing happened to a friend of mine just last week. But in this event, the people got out of their truck and surrounded the car, beating on the windows, and then chased them around Pearland for a good 20 minutes. I don't know what makes people think that they can do these sort of things to people. It's not cool, it completely idiotic, not to mention how dangerous it is! And did I mention, that when this happened to me, it was pouring down rain? It's amazing how a simple trip home from a church activity of all things, could turn into an experience, making me scared for my life. I swear, instead of upping the legal age for driving or anything like that, the state should make people take IQ tests. That would for sure reduce accidents and such tremendously.
On a lighter note, I wanted to give you the reader, some great music to ponder during your Labor Day weekend. I got these songs off of some free itunes samplers and put them on a mix cd that I've been jamming out to in my car for weeks. I love these songs so much. And make sure that when you listen to them, it is at a level that is too loud for your mother to listen to, but low enough that it doesn't hurt your ears (I'm not here to advertise premature hearing loss).
Edward Sharp & the Magnetic Zeros- 40 Days Dream
Allie Moss- Corner
Ladyhawke- My Delirium
Band of Skulls- I Know What I Am
And these other few are just some old stand byes that I really enjoy.
Modest Mouse- Fire It Up
Kings of Leon- Day Old Blues
Air- Surfing on a Rocket
I was totally going to put up the videos for the rest of these, but it's late and my computer is super slow. So you can youtube them yourselves if you want to..
So I haven't taken my Prozac in two days. This wasn't purposeful by any definition of the word, but none the less, it happened. Therefore I am writing this list.
Meredith's Gripes of the Week
1. I'm sick and tired of people getting angry at me for obeying traffic laws. Take a frickin chill pill and take that lead foot off of the gas. It's not that hard. 2. Mosquito bites need to die. Stop waking me up in the middle of the night with you ceaseless itching. Benadryl ointment can only do so much good. 3. Getting welcomed home by being lectured on what I need to do so I can stop being such a horrible child. 4. Getting welcomed home by being lectured on how I can go about loosing all this apparently unsightly weight that apparently makes a certain family member so embarrassed to be a part of the same household. 5. Trying to catch up on my stories, but getting distracted, so I have to watch the show for the third time, because I have no earthly idea what happened. 6. I don't want to stay in California for Christmas. I want to come home and see my friends and be in my own house and I want all my family to be there too for once. 7. Wearing cap sleeves does not make you a fugly slut! And yes, I am going to continue wearing them until I begin wearing garments and I will probably wear them more now. 8.Why is my room always so freaking dirty? I clean it on a daily basis. 9. Why does my room continue to smell like cat pee even though I don't allow the cat with the bladder issues in said room? It makes no sense! No wonder I can't get any dates. It's probably cause I smell like cat pee all the time. 10. Modesty. Not the concept, but the actual act. Modesty is great. I don't want to look like a hoe and I most definitely want to present myself as a beautiful daughter of God that respects her body, but why does it have to be so hard. And why does it have to be seemingly impossible to find an undershirt in the state of Texas that covers my boobs. I mean, I know I'm quite large there, but jeez Louise, it can't cost that much more to ad an inch more fabric to a tank, the sure do manage to do it in Utah, and in Walmart at that! 11. Go away fleas! I'm sick of having to pick you off of my cats and I'm sick of you making them so miserable. Go pick on someone your own size, or better yet, die and stop covering every surface of my house in your poop! 12. Having to take Prozac every single day just to avoid writing blogs such as this.
Congratulations to Sister Magnolia Montez on being called to serve in the Florida, Tampa mission. You'll be the best missionary ever! I love you so much!
"Extract" was a great movie. I love me some Jason Bateman.
I have been sooooooo pumped for "Taking Woodstock" to come out, but somehow, I failed to realize that it is coming out Friday. FRIDAY? You know what that means.... midnight showing dressed in my finest hippie attire. I'm so excited for this movie. I don't know what it is, but for the longest time, I have had a strange obsession with Woodstock. It probably stems from the fact that my mom wishes she would have been there, so she's been living vicariously through me, telling me as much as she can about the magical time that was the 60's. I guess it's just the fact that people seemed to have a passion for live that is rarely found these days and the fact that that many young people could come together of their own accord and celebrate peacefully. I mean, nowadays you can't even get ten teenagers to twentysomethings in a room together with out world war 3 errupting. I recently watched a documentary on Woodstock and it just seemed like such a magical time. I would give anything to have been a part of it (minus the drug usage). Also, I cannot go without mentioning Emile Hirsch being in the movie. I love him so much. I've only seen two of his movies, but two is plenty for me to appreciate his greatness. His role in "Into the Wild", amazing. His role in "Milk" adorably great, even with a physically image quite similar to Napoleon Dynamite. He's just so adorable and so talented. So, to tide myself and you readers over until Friday, here is a (for lack of a better word and a better vocabulary) adorable picture of Emile and the official "Taking Woodstock" trailer.
I saw Incubus in concert at the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavillion in the Woodlands. The show was completely amazing. It didn't start out as so, since it was postponed due to weather, thus we were completely drenched in that weather waiting for the concert to start. But once we got into the Pavillion, things got better. Even though we were surrounded by smokers and pot heads, we still had a great time. The audience was amazing. You could tell from the expressions on the band members faces. I've never heard an audience as loud and enthusiastic. It was exactly what I needed after the less than stellar week I have had. Just thought I'd share that with you. I would write more, but I didn't get home until 1:30 am, so my energy is slightly lagging today. Anywho, God Bless!
I'm so effing bored! Thus, this blog. Is it wrong that my sleeping schedule is ruled by Chelsea Lately and E! News? Probably. Is it gross that I keep wearing the same YMCA shirt to work even though it is covered in baby slobber and throw up? Probably. Is it wrong that I watched the new episodes of John & Kate Plus 8 even though I hate them? Probably. Is it wrong that I got a Blizzard at Dairy Queen last night just because I was angry with my father? Is it sad that I'm thinking about rescheduling my orthodontist appointment because I don't want to wake up that early tomorrow? These are the questions plaguing my mind this day. I'm so ready to go to LA. My parents think that it is going to be horrible and that I am going to become a Satan worshiper, or worse, a Scientologist. My dad keeps meeting random people that tell him how much the hate LA and how shocking it is that my parents are letting me go there. I keep meeting church members who love it there and think it's going to be the best experience of my life. All of my prayers have been answered, telling me that going to AMDA is what I'm suppose to do. I just have a feeling that something great is going to come out of this. Either I am going to become famous and make a difference in the world, or I am going to make a difference for the better in on person's life. Either way, it will be worth it. I can't wait to prove everyone wrong.
So, today my best friend started freaking out because she couldn't see a black guy that was on the side of the road because he was so black. Wow. Ten points if you can name what song this title is from.
Almost is just that. Almost. Almost made it, Doesn't get you there. Almost got it, Doesn't get it. Almost. Almost should be there, Right next to torture Almost is just that. Almost. Almost won't get you into that college. Almost won't win you that man. Almost is never quite where you want it. Almost is just that. Almost. i bid you adieu almost.
Worth is worth nothing if not in the eye of the holder. It's what's in front of you that counts. As long as your not too much of anything. Because too much is too much. No matter the beauty. Worth is worth nothing if not in the eye of the holder. There is only one way out, Though tis blocked by gates of fire. So ever more worth weighs like bricks in your sack. But we are told to develop our induvidual worth, For that is what counts in the end. But the end takes it's sweet time. Endings like to taunt and tease. Making the fire's flicker that of a meadow. Because worth is worth nothing if not in the eye of the holder.
I really need to keep up with this thing better, so I'm just going to start posting random, short, blurbs from my thoughts. First off, I would like to say that I really hate it when ghostie shows have psychics. It's so cheesy. Like, even if these people really were sensitive, there's no way to prove it, so on a show where proof is the sole purpose, it's just dumb. Plus they're always really creepy old men or women who, like, think their vampires. Next, I would like to take time to let you know of my slightly unhealthy obsession with Saturday Night Live. Let it be known that ever since I was in 5th grade, I have planned to be a cast member one day. Totes ma gotes! I love it. I think it is the most amazing show ever. I love every cast member , especially Andy Samberg (I want your babies) and Tina Fey (I want your genius babies). Last, but not least, I would like to make an official note of my weird attraction to Jews and those men that look like Jews. I don't know what it is but those ginormous shnozes totally turn me on. This obsession has been slowly developing from the tender age of 11 when I realized that Louis Stevens was amazing. Now, better known as Shia Lebouf, I still can't get enough. I could list all of the Jews that have made an appearance on my "Feel Free to Disturb Me at Any Time" list, but I will spare you the awkwardness. Just let it be known that I really want a Jew/Mormon baby and we will have a new family crest made in our honor; the Star of David with the Angel Moroni in the center. It may be blasphemy, but it is sweet, sexy blasphemy!
As I was driving to church in Clear Lake this last Sunday, I was stopped at a light. I looked over to my left and saw two white girls blasting rap music and going full out with their "ghetto moves" while sitting in Daddy's Lexus. Then, as I'm rolling my eyes, a big black guy walks by their car, stops to look at them, and proceeds to walk away while shaking his head as if to say,"Nigga please. That's just wrong." It made my day. I really dislike rich, preppy, white girls and dislike those that like to act like their "ghetto" even more.
Love, you suck. All you bring is pain. All that talk about how great you are, Means squat to me. You have never given me any of your gifts Not even a smile to say hello. You just charge at me With your knife hidden behind your back You fool me into thinking you have changed And then you stab me through the heart. Though I guess you have taught me how to hold myself together. You have taught me how to cry sincerely You have taught me what it means to wish death And you have taught me how to pick up the pieces.
Love, you are not even fickle You are just a conniving criminal And you never get caught And oh, how that angers me. The fact that you get away with it every time And every time I forgive you. You're the worst kind of person. I hate you with the full wrath of God.
Love, please stay aways from me. Let me exist on my own. I would rather, I'd never met you. Let me be at peace. Because I would rather have never felt your touch Than to smell your foul stench as it lingers As it lingers after your strike.
Until about two days ago, I was really down about the fact that I have very few friends. But then, thanks to a friend, I realized that I what I have is more than most. I am not completely okay with what I have and what I have are about four really great friends; some know the way I feel about them and some do not. Now most people would read this and be like,"Four friends? How pathetic!" But what they wouldn't know is the way these people have changed me for the better. These people have made realize things about myself that I never would have otherwise. These people have helped me through things that if it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here right now. And most of all, these people have listened to me, weather they really wanted to or not. These people have made me feel worth while. I would do anything for these people and they mean so much to me, even though I might have a strange way of showing it. I'm so thankful for these people and I have no idea what I would do without them. So just know, that as long as you have one person that cares about you, then you are without limits.
It's amazing how the snow silences everything That is, everything but the will of my heart. For it has been beating for you for far too long, And I don't think I will ever get it back. So in the evening as I make my way home, My heart will remain here with you, Though you will probably never know, That my heart has been beating for you for far too long. Now I am sure that I will never get it back, For you are far to good and kind to me And you have helped me mend my heart. And no one has ever made me feel the way you do. So be kind to my heart and treat it with care I wish you would never let it go. But for that you would have to know That my heart, it beats for you.
So that's just a rough draft that I wrote while I was riding in the car through Salt Lake. I know the grammar probably sucks, so spare me those comments. I just thought I would share this with you.
