Just a lil' controversy.

On a more serious note, a topic that has been coming up a lot in the last year or so that has caused a mass amount of controversy, is something I would like to take a whack at talking about. Now I know when I say controversy, everyone kind of sits up a little bit and pays attention. Feel free to debate with me this important topic, because it is in fact so important, I felt the urgent need to bring it up on this here blog.

It is very controversial so if you get offended, please. Feel free to stray to another place.

Here is the topic:

Lady Gaga.

Lady Gaga, originally born Stefani Germiaotattaa was born in rural kansas amidst a tornado rainstorm. She and her dog Toto set off to find the death star, and ended up at Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory where she made Hershey's Kisses until she got kicked off the Biggest Loser for taking dietary supplements. She then found her way onto a stage somewhere where people could see, dressed in nothing but a taxidermy rat and a bottle of Gerber baby food, where she decided to just "go with it" and sing about STD's or something.

Maybe that is a tad fabricated, but I looked her up on Wikipedia, and that was far too much reading. Because I only know so much about her Willy Wonka lingerie past, this completely makes me utterly unqualified to join in the discussion about.. her in general, but this is my blog, and I will do with it what I want.

It seems to me she started out as a small fad. I remember hearing that song about dancing in the club, and her shirt was upside down and her phone was gone. Something along the lines of that. That song has been done one thousand and one times though, so it never really stuck in my head. Then came the song about Poker Face, which I later learned to be something so shocking, I almost gasped when I found out. I remember watching a clip of the video, where she was like, in a pool. Then there was a big dog. Then she was on fire or something. I'm not entirely sure.

Then, she came out with the hair bow, and wearing leather jumpsuits or something. She started getting a little wild. In my opinion, this was a test run by the record company to make sure the public could actually accept someone so wild. Unfortunately, the scum of America decided to latch onto her odd music like leeches, and she got a little more crazy. It was then I started seeing the stranger outfits. The odd dresses shaped like peacocks, the weird lacey thing, and then just like, a giant balloon or something. This was fine with me, if she likes to wear that stuff, that's okay. Then she started coming out with those songs about Alejandro and doing all sorts of nasty things to a 'disco stick' (whatever you younguns call those) and I was like, "Whoa. This is some crazy shiz up in here."

Then she started running around the world wearing nothing, and calling people "Monsters". I thought that they would be offended by this, but apparently they soaked it up like a spilled Blue Moon at a high school party. They loved that stuff. Her tunes are catchy, and I have caught myself humming the words to one of her songs about rough sex and dirty nasty chlamydia or whatever it's about. It's pop. I don't think it's about anything.

So I decided to look up a few more videos. They seemed to be quite popular, and I rather enjoyed the video for 'Telephone' even though the first part was a little offputting. Then I watched the one for 'Alejandro'. This is where this blog post was formed.

Just watch it for a few seconds. The intro is unbearable.. but finish it off to at least the part where she is being raped by would-be neo-nazi's in some sort of cheap Ikea bed.

This is the part where you click here.

....

Right? You are just as confused as me? I get the first part. Maybe she is jumping on the vampire bandwagon by coming out of the futuristic alien coffin things. Then it gets all sorts of flavors of crazy when all the creepy dudes come out and grab her all inappropriately and I feel like my eyes will drip out of my head because this is just the worst thing I have ever seen. Then she gets in this latex red nun costume or something, and she goes all up and out and does some stuff, and I just had to turn it off because I was so crazed and disturbed. I did not like. And I never saw anyone named Alejandro in this video. Maybe all those dudes were Alejandro? I just don't know! I need Cliff's Notes for this video! WHAT IS GOING ON?!

Basically, I don't buy into the whole "I was born as Lady Gaga" crap whoever controls her is trying to throw at me. "Lady Gaga" was born in a boardroom by a bunch of suits who wanted to make big bucks, and Beyonce and J-Lo's ass were not cutting it anymore. They threw in some poor white chick, put her in a turkey costume covered in glitter, and everyone loved it. But! They got what they wanted, because she is definitely a household name, and no one will stop talking about her until she dwindles into a somewhat irrelevant existance.. like someone that this Lady Gaga reminds me a lot of..

5 Albums that changed my life

A friend of mine once did a Myspace blog post about 10 Albums that changed his life. I am going to copy him now, and do the exact same thing.

A) "American Idiot" -Green Day

-A lot of people think this album sucked. Well I happen to think you suck. This opened my eyes to the wonderful world of Green Day, and brought me out of that horrendous rap music stage. They wrote music that a bruting, lonely, emo teenager could connect to (Jesus of Suburbia) and music I could belt out in my car (American Idiot)

2) "...And Out Come the Wolves" -Rancid

-This I think is one of the best albums I have ever heard, classified by the fact I like nearly every song on the album. This band trickled into my playlist by my good friend Alan, and then exploded into the only thing I listened to by my boyfriend Wyatt. The fast beats and good lyrics and vocal diversity (when more than one person in the band is the vocalist) opened my eyes to a fantastic scene I had only ever dreamed of. Hardcore people that shared my need for rebellion and diversity from the mainstream. And it has kick ass lyrics as I already mentioned.

C) "Remains" -Alkaline Trio

-Although the first album I heard was "Good Mourning" this one is definitely my favorite of their many studio albums. It has beautifully written songs anyone can connect with like "Queen of Pain", "Jaked on Green Beers", "Hell Yes", and perhaps even "My Standard Break From Life". It has one of the most memorable covers that I have ever seen, and the most interesting tracklist I have ever heard. Love this album.

4) "Sing When You're Winning" -Robbie Williams

-This is the first album I remember ever having a physical copy of. I was running around with it on Christmas when I was just a wee lass. I remember singing to these songs from all the way back when I lived in England at the tender age of 7, dancing in my living room. I have been a lifelong, royal fan to Robbie for 10+ years, and I don't think a lot of people have that kind of connection with any musician really. It has provocative songs like "Rock DJ", and heartbreaking songs like "Better Man" and "The Road to Mandalay". Truly a great album that has definitely changed my life.

5) "Mommy's Little Monster" -Social Distortion

-Again, a band brought to my attention by Wyatt, this album is one of the best I think they have released. Although it doesn't have much any 'hits' on it, I love the song "Mommy's Little Monster". Perfect tune for rebellion and just going against everything everyone says is right, and doing what you want. I love that motif.

Music.

Now I will tell you to shut up. I know the first thing that comes to your head is "music is my life" and all that crap. Well no. Music is great and all. But it isn't my whole life. I have other things to do, you know. Some of us aren't afraid of sunlight and venture outside once in a while.

Now, to what my blog is about.

This is a list I have thought about creating for a while. I have carefully devised a system where I match songs to certain moods and situations, maneuvered out of some of my favorite songs. You wanna take a peeky peek? Maybe it will help you.

Lord knows we have all been through that troubling time where your best friend left you for your dog and you need a song to comfort you.

Your best friend left you for your dog:

-"Far Behind" Social Distortion

You are going to prison for drugs:

-"Prison Bound" Social Distortion

You are going to commit a petty crime,
(or just play Rock Band):

-"Bad Reputation" Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

A song for best friends:

-"Fall Back Down" Rancid

You are a little heartbroken:

-"Old Friend" Rancid

You are a lot heartbroken:

-"My Little Needle" Alkaline Trio

You are doubting your boyfriends faithfullness:

-"Not Fuckin' Around" Big D and the Kids Table

You are seriously depressed and plan

on keeping it that way:

-"Depressed" Nirvana

You are putting on pants in a

seductive manner:

-"Dem Jeans" Chingy

You are getting ready to do MMA:

-"Bro Hymn" Pennywise

Serious 'thinking about the world' song:

-"I Want" Face to Face

You don't know anything really:

-"Knowledge" Operation Ivy

Tap your foot (old school) song:

-"Sound System" Operation Ivy

You like the word "baby" spoken

in a high pitched voice:

-"Baby" Justin Beaver

You are saying goodbye to something,

(and expect to cry)

-"Good Riddance" Green Day

YOU LIKE TO CRY.

-"Rhythm of the Falling Rain" Ka'au Crater Boys

You need a Bob Marley song besides

"One Love"

-"No Woman No Cry" Bob Marley

To look like you listen to Punk:

-"Give Me Fire" G.B.H.

A mellow song about Long Distance relationships:

-"Babygirl" Anthony Green

Just a great song from the Facebook

movie trailer:

-"Creep"(Originally written by Radiohead, but

covered by Scala, which is the version I love)

Getting over someone:

-"My Friend Peter" Alkaline Trio

---I have tons more. But I will post this for now. :)

BETTER YET: If you can think of a song/situation match, leave it in a comment. :)

One night in Albuquerque.

(For those of you that don't know, that is New Mexico.)

On our travels, we, as a family, encounter less-than-reputable hotels. It is a fact of life that not every hotel can be the Ritzy Ritz Lavish Inn, and occasionally I lower my standards to stay at hotels that obviously cannot accomodate my lush lifestyle, like the Dallas hotel last night. Although I loved sleeping with random black curly hair, pink stains, and a bent pull-out couch bed, I was excited to wish it goodbye. I hopped onto that elevator like the dang hotel was on fire. I was thinking wishful when it came to the topic of breakfast, and as I lugged my luggage out the door and to the lobby, I was perfectly content with what I saw. The standard breakfast you would see about anywhere. Bagels here, toaster there, (no waffle maker.. bummer.) no big deal. I just grabbed myself some frosted flakes and some OJ and hit up the table in the middle to indulge in a pre-drive chat with my family and pet.

Unfortunately, my high-class tastebuds were dissappointed to taste the "frosted" flakes that adorned my styrofoam bowl.
I use the term "frosted" very carefully.
Now I'm not familiar with the exact frosting that decorates those wonderful flakes, but I'm pretty sure what I did taste was nothing close to what should have been used as "frosting" for my flakes. I'm sure if you went back to that rank hotel and checked the cameras, you'd see a box of corn flakes poured into a canister by some angry maintenence man, and then he shakes his head over said canister a couple times to "frost" these corn flakes. The frost like, blew away as soon as I examined it closer. And as I poured the fantastically warm milk into the bowl, the maintenence man frosting just melted away in the milk. I was eating like, dandruff flakes. Blehck. But it was food. See that again? Bright side.

However the OJ was fabulous. It seemed to have burned my mouth on the way in though. And the way down. And after that I felt a little off. But it was fabulous.

So I've been sitting in a car for HOURS on end, driving away from Dallas, Texas, to Albuquerque, New Mexico. I ran into a massive rainstorm on the way in, so bad I could not even see the road. First one of those ever, and I'd like to have that not happen again if that's possible mister Rain controller.

Other than that, it was uneventful until we arrived at faaaahbulous "Nativo Lodge" off the Pan-American Highway. It seems as if I stepped right into a Native American's big mansion. Everything is deep red, beige, or brown. Rugs and tapestries and other Native American knick-knacks drape every corner, and the pool was lovely. The hot tub however, fantastic. So hot.. and so tub-like. The only thing that reminds me I am in a hotel and not in a large teepee in the middle of a desert are the friendly Caucasian staff asking if I would like a cookie.

I couldn't help but wonder as I drove the west 10 to Albuquerque.. how hard must it be for the residents of Albuquerque to spell that every time they need to reference where they live?! Is there a song, or a reference chart where they can look it up? Do you think people tattoo it on their hands as to never forget how to spell it? Is there a state-wide crisis of how to spell it? Why is so complicated anyway?! SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!

Let us see just what tomorrow may bring us, as I arrive at the luxurious Hotel Monaco in downtown Salt Lake City tomorrow night.

One night in Dallas.

Dallas: The land of the Ripley's Believe it or Not museum, and a hotel that housed my dog, my family, and myself for one night. The eve of my birthday.

Dallas proved to be... not that fantastic. At all. From what I saw anyway. Dallas-ites everywhere are going to spam my blog with hate mail about how fabulous the city of the Cowboys are, but I'm a recalcitrant! I doth not care for thine silly whims!

The room is nice. It has a bed. With hair in it. That doesn't belong to me. These lovely foreign pink stains only worry me a little bit, but other than that I am fairly sure I will survive. I'm sure some baddies will crawl through the air ducts while I sleep and take pictures of me or do the shaving cream and feather deal, but that's alright. At least it's a roof.

See that? Postive side. Good start.

SOL's Last Words.

I haven't posted any new blogs in a while, because I simply have been too busy as a football playing astronaut in space. With a mustache. So here is what I like to call "SOL's Last Words".

SOL's Last Words is a debate with SOL. Which of course, as everyone would know, is the acronym for my sisters and I, Stephanie, Olivia, and Laura. SOL. Get it? Get it?!

So, SOL will discuss a hot topic, and I will post the transcripts on this here blog post right now for you all to read. Because I know you have been dying to read, and I am being nice and fulfilling your requests.

Here is the debate topic: Should my grandmother buy a pet fish?

Stephanie: No.

Grandma: I would have Salmon. I like salmon. They taste soft. I used to take care of Andree's fish.

Olivia: Should my pet grandmother buy a pet fish?

Grandma: I was knitting you a poncho Olivia, and you know what? Those movers packed it.

Stephanie: Yeah, that had to do with a fish.

Laura: She was knitting the poncho for the fish!

Grandma: I was in the pet store with Andree in Utah, and you know what there was? There was a child about Olivia's age, and he was in there to buy a python snake. A python snake.

Laura: That doesn't surprise me.

Grandma: I've seen Mayflowers, but that moving truck is bigger than a mayflower!

Olivia: Yes, they tend to be big.

Grandma: Well I know they are big. But when I would drive they used to scare me. And when I would drive in Utah, they used to have double ones. And... *moving guy nearly falls downstairs* oh my god. Did they wrap my antique rocking chair? I mean did they, did they ship it?

Stephanie and Olivia: *uncontrollable laughter*

*mutton chops pizza guy arrives*

Laura: Look at that gentleman, even rings the doorbell when the door is wide open.

Stephanie: What's he gonna do? Walk in "Pizza's here! What's up Y'all!"

Olivia: How did we get from talking about a fish to an antique rocking chair??

Until next time..

Poetry Corner with SOL.

By Stephanie, Olivia, and Laura Fletcher.

The month of August is really lame,

Moving states ain't no fun game.

The colors of the house are brown and dull,
The moving truck outside is getting full.

The bright side is surely there,

Amongst the questions that are 'up in the air'

But this is not all that occured in these hot, hot days,

Because Degrassi is on, hip, hip, hooray!

And as this poem draws to a close,

I say to you readers, come out Riley Stavros.

this has been 'Poetry Corner' with SOL.

10 Things I Learned From Streetlight Manifesto

Hey everyone... I am the boyfriend that this crazy chick always talks about. My name is Wyatt. I love music, specifically ska, punk and anything really original and passionate. I also love surfing, long walks on the beach and eating romantic dinners, but this thing aint no E-Harmony profile, so I'm gonna shut up now. Apparently I'm supposed to write something on here for my beloved girlfriend. Why me, I dont know. I hate English and writing and all that jazz, but I'm going to make the most of it. I thought long and hard for about 15 seconds about something good that's happened to me recently. And out of the deep dark abyss of my brain, the Streelight Manifesto show I attended reared its not-so-ugly-head. For those who don't know what this Streetlight Manifesto thingy-mah-bobber is, lemme tell ya... They are an absolutely incredible ska/punk band. I'm not really going to go into great detail about them, because I could go on for days about how great they are, so instead, I'm just going to list 11 things I learned from the show. I had to go with 11 things just to be different from Laura's "10 Reasons I Want a Food Truck" post. Fair enough?......



1. Streetlight Manifesto is the greatest band to walk the face of this planet. ( I knew this before I went to the show, but it just confirmed my opinions..)

2. Tomas Kalnoky, the lead singer/guitarist is my one and only true man crush. Yeah. I said it. Man crush. He's just plain amazing and I admire him immensley.

3. No matter what race, religion, sexual preference, gender or attire you may represent, music always unites and brings us together.

4. Between screaming every last lyric, being smashed between what seemed like a moving, dynamic ocean of people, and trying to dance to the music, one can work up quite an appitite.

5. The Supervillians, which were an opening act to Streetlight, are quite fond of smoking the herb.....

6. Dan Potthast proved that an opening, solo, acoustic act can be one of the highlights of the night.

7. Mohawked men are very nice people to talk to while waiting for the next band to play.

8. Carrying 3 glasses of water through a crowd of people from the back to the front is not an easy task by any means.

9. It is possible to get Laura to say she likes Streetlight. It took a while, but 6 months, and one very amazing show later, I did it.

10. P.J. is can skank like a pro.

11. There's nothing like a gallon of water you pick up from a gas station after a show to quench your thirst.



There you have it! One heaping plate of blog for ya. Until next time....

Wyatt.

Ten reasons I want a food truck.

Everybody love that food truck, yah? You know what I be talking about. 4 wheels, one driver, and a hell of a lot of food. Food trucks are super sweet because when you are too lazy to go to the drive thru, the food drives to you!

Ten reasons I want a food truck.

1. Who doesn't want to drive around their own kitchen?! Literally everything, AND a kitchen sink. Luxury life.

2. If I get hungry, I can park it and walk to my trunk. Make myself something. DONE. Or you know. Don't park it and swerve into traffic. At least I won't be hungry.

3. I will be a hit with construction workers everywhere.

4. Three words: Riding. In. Style.

5. I don't have a job. So as soon as I borrow enough money off my Grandma to purchase the truck, the food, the gas, the advertising, car insurance, and other expenses... I will finally be amongst the employed! WOA YAH, BRAH!

6. Maybe I will get on that new show on the Food Network.

7. Pssh, me rolling up to the curb in my food truck? Someone get me a stick to beat all the LAID-AYES off my rear end! (Of the truck)

8. I could hook myself up with a horn song, so every time someone cuts off the Laura food truck, I could toot my horn and blast the theme song from Spongebob. That would teach them to cut me off.

10. I bet you realized there is no number 9. Didn't you.

:)

One hyperlinkin' beach day!

I do loves me some hyperlinks. It's like, a fun link hidden in words. :)

So I am going to tell you my story using HYPERLINKS! :D

Today my boyfriend Wyatt and I went to the beach today. It was such a blast! We played in the green green ocean, and Wyatt got out his casting net and caught lots of fish. We even found a few hermit crabs clams and tricked them into digging into our hands and in between our fingers. I flaunted my shizz out in my brand new swimming costume while strange creepers looked on from the sandy ledge. We paddled around in the water, and for all you ignorant people out there, no. We didn't encounter any of these. Or this. We did see tons of these though. And they were swarming, and annoying, and suckish. I drank tons of this golden beverage, and if you are getting tired of these hyperlinks, well.. poop on you. I had fun. :)

A few things I learned from Warped Tour 2010.

• iPhone 4G camera's pwn.
• Bring Me the Horizon sucks, and their fans are PATHETIC.
• Face to Face and The Casualties put on the best show I've ever seen.
• I can't crowd surf.
• 10 hours in the rain is no fun.
• Trench foot is no fun.
• PJ and Wyatt at Warped Tour is a lot of fun.
• No matter if you fall on your butt when you are trying your first attempt at crowd surfing, you still gotta get back up and show those Bring Me the Horizon losers how to be at a show.
• Moshing to make people angry is fun.
• Disrespecting the pioneers of Warped Tour is not fun.
• I can't write much longer before I collapse of the pneumonia I caught.

Warped Tour: The shortlist.

WARPED TOUR.

Ah, it's that time again. The sun is out, the dirt is dirty, and the pungent odor of sunscreen reaches the high heavens. This year will be my fourth Warped Tour, and although there have been better ones, I am no less excited. Now, I have been with noobs before, and they are always insanely cautious as to what to do, what to bring, and how hot it is really going to be. Instead of repeating my weathered and tired advice over and over, I decided to take to my blog to write all my tips down so every Warped Tour noob can learn, and be a little less noob-ish when they burst through the gates.

Q: Does it really get that hot?

A: Have you ever walked into an oven? That's what it feels like. There are no trees, therefore no shade. Often times there are no clouds, and people don't like when you hide under their shirt for shade.

Q: I don't really need sunscreen, do I?

A: If you like looking like a lobster and skin cancer, no! Go party without sunscreen. But like I said. No clouds, no trees, so you better lather that stuff on like liquid gold if you want to avoid getting cooked. Last year I couldn't raise my hands above my head for a week and a half because I was so sunburned. I blistered. Woa yeah dude.

Q: What do I do for nourishment?

A: Firstly, contrary to popular belief, fourteen Monsters are not going to do anything for you. Monsters give you a jolt of energy, then you are dead and have no actual energy afterward. To avoid dehydration, drink plenty of water. If you aren't going to take any in, (keep in mind, they don't let you take open containers into the venue) bring some money to buy some. It gets pretty steep. It's as simple as this; if you don't hydrate, you collapse of dehydration. And child, I am not carrying you around if you are dead. I'll leave you at the Attack Attack merch tent where all the other lame-o's belong.

Q: What is there to do?

A: UH, HELLO? There are bands, merch, tons of free stuff, tons of not free stuff, lots of cool people, lots of losers, the bands walk around, the bands sign your stuff, it's like a one day free for all to be a stalker to your favorite bands.

Q: What if I lose my friends?!!

A: For me, the day isn't about my friends. I can't stress this enough. I don't worry about where my friends are, I worry about where my next band is. It's a little stressful to track where the stages are, when the bands are playing, how much longer you can go on without a drink, and where your money is, to track where your friends are at. Your band plays once. All day. And then it's over and you have to wait until they come on tour again. I wouldn't worry about where Sally McSallypants is, I'd worry more about what time Alkaline Trio is signing at their tent. If you need to, take your phone in. Keep in mind people lose their phones all the time at these things, and if you are trying to search through 150 people AND dirt for your iPhone, it's pretty safe to call yourself screwed. My best advice is to set up a meeting place with your friends, and keep your eyes peeled as you are trekking the field.

Q: How much money should I bring?

A: A piece of advice I got as a noob was "If you brought enough money, you could buy your entire wardrobe here." And it's true. Warped Tour merch tents have whatever you need; sweatshirts, t-shirts, pants, sweatpants, short shorts, shorts, knickers, heck, I wouldn't be surprised if this year they had a Mayday Parade kitchen sink. Shirts cost about $20 regularly, water ranges from $2-$5, and all other fancy beverages are an upwards of $3. If you want any of that random crap I just mentioned, all the other random clothes range from $10 to $50. One thing that is really awesome about merch tents is that they often offer a good deal on the bands albums, where you can buy 2 for $20, or 3 for $35. It's a wonderful deal if you are looking to add to your collection.

Q: I'm an idiot. I like to do bad things. Is that fly?

A: No. Obviously the people there are not idiots. They have proper bulky bodyguards willing to throw you as far as I can see if you pull any crap. Yeah, the dudes organizing this thing are awesome, but that doesn't mean they will think twice before pulling that joint out of your mouth and kicking you out. As for sneaking in, nice try. It's near impossible. Don't bring smoke bombs, small babies, or think it's funny to try and crowd surf without your pants on. Don't be an idiot and wreck it for the rest of us. If you wanna run around high as a kite with no pants on, do it at your mom's house. Not at Warped Tour.

Q: Anything else?

A: Just come prepared. Water, Money, Sunscreen, and your phone. (optional)
Digital cameras are a good option if you are looking for high quality pictures. But again you can lose em really easy and then they are gone. Disposable cameras are popular, they are relatively cheap, and take alright photos. My option this year is a cheap digital camera I found at Walgreens. Decent pictures, small size, and I won't cry if I lose it in the port o potty's.

That's about it for now, so good luck everyone.

If I've left anything out, feel free to comment and add to what I wrote. :)

Saison Chaude!

Bienvenidos Compadres! It is the season of summertime and summertime is the season. So far it has been fantastique! I have been on 2 road trips, and hung out with my family and lovely boyfriend Wyatt immensely! This friday is the Vans Warped Tour, and saturday is my first biannual anniversary with said main squeeze, Wyatt! A.k.a I will be treated to a lovely dinner this saturday because Wyatt and I have been together for six months! Fiesta! Now, I know you faithful blog readers of mine don't want me to go on about how fabulous my summer time is going, so I will move on to something I think is funny that I would enjoy to discuss with you people out there.

2012.
Apparently some fart decided to make a movie that was all "aaah, end of the world in 2012!!"....
I didn't see it. But them people told me it was a stupid movie. So if my people (and by people I mean one person) thought the movie was stupid, why is everyone freaking out that the end of the world is going to be in two years? If I followed everything movies told me, there would be woodland creature cleaning services, and houses could fly thousands of miles on just a couple hundred balloons. But apparently this movie had honesty dust or something, and now the world is going to end.

I guess I better get on all the stuff I wanted to do before the world ends.. Like confess my sins to god and begin my eternal worship.. (HAA.) No. But seriously. I'm bidding for a shark tank on eBay right now so that I can swim with sharks, while also buying a plane ticket to New Zealand and getting married and somehow speeding up the ageing process so I can grow old with Wyatt. I'm going to have to pop out a few kids and make a couple thousand memories before the world ends.

Also, I guess the world is going to end in a massive flood or whatever the movie said, so I better throw out all the weapons that I stored in preparation for the massive zombie apocalypse I thought was going to end the world. My AK-47's and AR-15's, shotguns, axes, ancient maces and vintage armor that I secretly re-financed my parents house to buy are all going into this dumpster by the local daycare.. since I can't find anywhere else to dump them.

I guess what is left to do but pack up all my belongings, say goodbye, and wait under my covers with my pooh bear blankie and corn nuts, and wait for 2012 to arrive, shining and bright. Holluhh.

apparently the Mayan calendar ends in 2012, it wasn't just some crazy that decided to make a movie off of an acid-induced hallucination. The maker was just making serious bank off of thousands of peoples fears. Oops. Thanks Emily for bringing this to my attention. Thanks me, for being a lame-o.

Toy Story 3; in retrospect.

Spoiler-alert; I'm going to completely ruin the movie for you if you haven't seen it already.

IT WAS PHENOMENAL.

saw it last night at midnight with Kaila and Wyatt.

Basically the plotline went like this:
Andy is heading off to college, and of course, he can't have his old toys hanging around his dorm room. So in the first few minutes of the movie, we watch him reflect on the past when he played with his toys everyday, to now, where he is more concerned with his computer and cell phone and his toys lie in the toybox all day. He struggles with the decision of whether to donate them to the local daycare: "Sunnyside", or send all but Woody to the attic. He chooses to bag them up and put them in the attic. Of course, something goes wrong and his idiot mother mistakes the bag for trash, and discards it on the curb while the garbage truck is just a few feet away. Woody notices this, and tries to rescue them. He fails, but just when you think they are heading for the incinerator, Woody notices them crawling toward the van. He races toward them, and finds all the toys climbing into the Sunnyside donation box. The toys proclaim that Andy threw them away, and doesn't love them anymore. Much to Woody's argument, the toys don't back down, and get donated to the daycare, along with Woody.

When they arrive at the daycare, they are escorted by the lead pack of toys at the daycare. Lotso Huggin' Bear, Ken, a baby, and a few other toys. They are carted around the daycare, and treated like royalty. Woody still believes that Andy wants him, so he escapes the daycare. Almost. He gets picked up by a little girl named Bonnie, where he finds that Bonnie is just like a little Andy, in that she plays with her toys often. While Andy spends the night at Bonnie's, the rest of the toys spend their first night at the daycare.

Now lets skip past a lot, and just say that the daycare sucks, and the lead pack of toys are evil. Lotso Huggin' Bear is the meanest, and we find this out due to the fact that he and the baby were lost, and Lotso was replaced by his owner, Daisy. Woody finds this out, and makes it his mission to bust the toys out of the daycare. Needless to say, he achieves this. He busts the toys out, but they get stuck in a dumpster with Lotso on the way out, (as was their original destiny).
Woody takes it upon himself to try and then escape the landfill, and they seem to be making it out alive, even with Lotso, when he backstabs them, and leaves the toys to die in the trash incinerator. So get this! The toys are like.. "oh well!" so they grab each others hands and get ready to just be melted down to putz! I was sitting in that expensive movie chair going "WHAT?!" But then they miraculously get saved by the claw, (reference to the first movie) and find their way back to Andy, while Lotso gets tacked to the grill of a garbage truck.

In the end, the toys get in a box to get shoved up to the attic, when Woody makes a split-second decision to make Andy donate the box of toys to Bonnie.
The movie closes on Bonnie and Andy playing with the whole gang, Jessie (:P), the aliens, Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, Rex, Hamm, Bullseye, Woody, and Buzz. It was so beautiful! Then Andy goes to college and the movie ends.

Note that I left out A TON from the movie, so you should still go see it, even though I just wrecked it for you.

Firstly, (and the part that nobody really cares about), the animation was incredible. Compared to the first and second movies, this was such a different change in quality. Of course, that comes with age and the revolution of technology, but oh my goodness. The movement from the characters was so fluid, and the details of the items just laying around were unbelieveable! For example, there were some photos tacked to Andy's wall, and I couldn't help but notice the incredible detail on not just the picture, but the photograph paper itself. The look of the fur on the Lotso Huggin' bear was fantastic. The immense amount of detail put into just the supporting details of each scene were phenomenal.There were tons of connections and references to the first and second movies, and to Pixar as a whole.

Nevertheless, the movie was horrifying. There are certainly some parts that even I screamed at. Well just one part. With the stupid monkey. He was in charge of making sure that no toys escaped the daycare, and when they went to go tie him up, he jolted around and Wyatt, Kaila and I all jumped in shock. Also, I couldn't believe they tricked me into believing that they were going to die by jumping into that trash inferno thing. After everything, they were going to just give up and melt. But they didn't. And my diaper was safe.

BUT; there were parts that were absolutely hilarious. Wyatt, Kaila and I were laughing so hard, we were almost rolling around on the nasty theatre floor. Three words. "Get the tortilla". HILARIOUS. There was definitely a new take on the humor, venturing far out from the first two movies. Oh man, you should definitely see it if you are looking for a great laugh.

Other than that. I was ready to freakin bawl, man. Andy is going off to college. Sad. He had aged so much.. he was so tall! Fachrissake, the ending actually did bring a tear to my eye. But I had to hide it from my buddies. You know. To look tough. I never would have predicted that the toys just go to a new home, but I was happy with it. That girl better play nice with those damn toys.

In the end; definitely worth my money, and I'm getting the trilogy box set on DVD when they come out with it. Christmas? :)

Reasons for Excitement! (a.k.a R.F.E.)

Can you spell pulchritudinous?!

If you can, that's great. But this post is not about that. It is about reasons to be excited! And I have a few.

1) Toy Story 3 is tonight!

2) Road trip to Wyoming next week!

Let's begin with Toy Story! After 11 years, the fabulous brains at Pixar have finally finished crafting the third installment in the Toy Story trilogy. All I gotta say is that if it took ELEVEN YEARS to come up with, I am expecting greatness. It may sound stupid for me to be SO STOKED for a children's movie, but SHUT UP. BECAUSE I AM STOKED.

I am nervous for all the stupid new characters they are introducing, but I am fascinated at the angle they took on this new movie. The creators took into account that it has been eleven years, and aged the characters as such. I thought that was a great way to approach making the third movie. As far as I know, they have aged all the characters appropriately, which means I can't wait to see what Andy's little sister looks like, as she was a baby in the first/second movie. I'm also waiting to discover if Andy has a Dad. Does he? Did he die in a car accident? Does he secretly work at Pizza Planet and is too ashamed of his job to come home and be with his wife and children and all of his children's mystical toys? MY QUESTIONS NEED TO BE ANSWERED!

We shall see when Wyatt and I see it, tonight! At midnight! Muhah!

Now for something less stupid;

ROOOOAD TEEERRREYUP!

Next week, my Mom, my two little sisters, myself, and my poor boyfriend are packing up our crazy and heading out on the road! (Note that I only say poor boyfriend because he will have to be surrounded by 4 girls for 7 days straight) You may ask, where are we going? But I'm going to make a game out of it, and make you guess.

What begins with Wy, and ends with Oming?

You guessed it! Canada!

Yes, in fact, secretly we are escaping to Canada to get married and live in a trailer.

No but seriously, we are leaving for the beautiful and majestic state I have ever been in. Wyoming! We are expecting to go to Yellowstone National Park, Cody, Jackson Hole, and make a few stops along the way and visit Cadillac Ranch, the four corners, and Salt Lake City, Utah. I am unsure of the exact plan right now, but I am definitely planning on posting as much as I can on the way. So check back, and you'll be just as up to date on the trip as I am.

The Beginning;

And so begins the dawning of a new blogger; and it's me.

Don't make fun of my hairy flower background. Thank you.

And so begins the first of many blogs written by yours truly, so you better get used to it.

I bet you, my beautiful reader, are wondering:

"hey, Laura. Why did you start a blog?"

and hey, because I am nice, I will answer your question.

I started a blog because it is summertime, and I really have nothing else to do. There. But really, I wrote this blog because I decided I should document my life while it is awesome. So I can look back when I am old and say "Woa, I was a pretty sweish gal back in the day!" And laugh until my dentures fall out.

Isn't that why everyone writes a blog?

So as a disclaimer, if you don't like me, or don't like to read, or simply can't read, you can feel free to back out now. If you are still here, great! I'll be writing about random crap, so get ready. But it'll be great. Better than Farmtown or whatever you people normally do on the internet.

Check back soon!