Twilight Saga: New Moon

This weekend Kristin, Kelsey, Steph, and I went to see New Moon. We bought our tickets a little late and couldn't get them for the actual midnight showing, so we just went to the 11:55 pm showing on Friday. This proved just as well because it still seemed to only attract serious tween fans. Perfect.

I must say that I enjoyed this movie more than I did the book (which is a rare occurrence for me), but with the book being so horribly whiny and lacking Edward for most of it, it was nice to have it condensed into only about 2 hours. Oh, and Jacob's abs were way hot (I can't say the same about Edward's, he was just too horribly pale).

But like I said, we saw the movie at midnight, so we were rather tired waiting in line because being true college students we had stayed up late the night before (of course not doing homework, we were re-living our favorite moments from Eclipse, the next book in the series).

Here's me and Kristin before we saw the movie, but I think the picture applies to our feelings after the movie too. We really enjoyed it.

The International Cinema Strikes Again

I generally go and see the Spanish films that play in the international cinema, and I must say that this one was a real hit for me. It's about a woman who writes flowery romance novels under an alias name, but her life has become a mess. Her husband is having an affair with her best friend (though she doesn't know about it for awhile), and she is struggling to come up with new books that meet the happy requirements her contract calls for.

That summary in no way makes the movie sound enjoyable, but it was. Partially just because Spanish people can be so funny in their conversations together. My favorite part though definitely was when the woman attended a flamenco show put on by her housekeeper's son. It was a very over the top and sensual dance done between the mother and son. I was practically falling out of my chair with laughter.

The Importance of Reading Ernest

Ok, so as of late I have become a huge fan of Ernest Hemingway.

It all started when I read For Whom the Bell Tolls while I was in Spain. Then wandering the streets of Pamplona and San Sebastian as I read The Sun Also Rises somehow just made it the best book ever. I used to pass this off as probably mostly because I was in Spain and everything was a thousand times more awesome, but when I read A Farewell to Arms for my American Heritage class I realized that it's actually just the shear brilliance of Hemingway that makes his books so worthwhile. Theres just something about that plain and simple style of Hemingway that I find so beautiful and captivating.

I do realize that for some reason a lot of people don't like Hemingway's writing. So I guess that I will merely suggest that everyone go out and give him one more honest chance before dismissing him entirely. Who knows, you may find yourself near tears in the library as you read it. I sure did.


Oh, and the title of this post is a semi-shout out to my father, who played Algernon in a production of the play The Importance of Being Earnest. Plus I just thought it was too clever a title to pass up.

Food for Megan

I don't want there to be any confusion on this matter: I made sure that Megan ate well while she was visiting me. This included baking the cupcakes that my lovely mother had sent me in my Halloween package along with this little guy:

A witch nightlight that blows bubbles. Before you get too excited, the bubbles are just in that little tube of orange liquid. I thought it was going to blow bubbles out into the room, which would have been awesome. I'm not sure if this is the kind of nightlight that should be given to small children who are afraid of the dark though, because if you woke up and saw it glowing at you it might give you more nightmares than just the darkness. But I still love it because it's from my mom.

But back to the cupcakes. Here we are making them:



And here we are eating them:

Then on Sunday morning I made sausages and German pancakes.

Megan was a pretty big fan of my breakfast cooking skills.

Halloween

For Halloween this year Megan happened to be visiting me out here at school. We had a jolly good time hopping from party to party as Megan experienced the true college life. I had been planning on being a flapper for Halloween, but it seemed to cold a night for a dress, plus Greg's ward party involved ice skating, so I threw together this little number at the last minute:

Yeah, I'm a Cheetah Girl. As in the girl group from Disney channel. Basically it was awesome (because I got to wear my cheetah pants...despite what you may think, that doesn't happen everyday).

The lovely Anna accompanied us to Greg's ward party as Waldo (like Where's Waldo?) and Megan was a Native American (Tiger Lily perhaps?).

There may have been some dancing.

The family unites! Greg was the black kid from captain planet.

After Greg's shindig, Megan and I headed to a random barn somewhere down Provo canyon where we met up with some gal pals of mine for their ward party. It was pretty much awesome because we just danced the night away. Here we are:
Me (obviously the Cheetah Girl), Camille (Minnie Mouse), Heather (Swine Flew), Steph (a genie), and Alison (a flapper).

And here we are near the end of the night feeling overall content that they played both "Down" and the "Tally-ho" song.

The next night (actual Halloween) we went to my stake party and then concluded the evening with a pizza from Little Caesars eaten while we watched the movie Coraline, which I had wanted to see for forever (it arrived on the Netflix queue shortly after I left home for the semester, but Megan brought it out). It was the perfect movie for Halloween because it was just creepy enough to feel halloweeny without giving me any sort of nightmare.

All in all it was an awesome night.

A Tea Party For Heather

For Heather's birthday some friends and I teamed up to throw her a surprise tea party. Here I am with the lovely birthday girl (and some rather attractive tea pots I managed to find at D.I.):

For the menu we had a variety of sandwiches (egg salad, chicken salad, and cucumber with cream cheese), deviled eggs, no bake cookies (shaped like hearts), cheesecake squares, scones, and a variety of juices (served in the tea pots).

In the last hour before the party I found myself peeling 18 hard boiled eggs as fast as I could, then smashing the yokes for deviled eggs and smashing the rest of the eggs for the egg salad sandwiches. Then I was running around putting together all the sandwiches as fast as I could while Stephanie was frying scones and Rachelle was bringing over Heather. But it all worked out in the end, and if I may say so myself, everything was delicious.

Here are most of our lovely attendees, with the birthday girl front and center of course:

Where the Wild Things Are

I, along with everyone else who wants to relive their childhood, went to see Where the Wild Things Are the night it opened. Unlike many of the people who I have since discussed it with, I actually enjoyed it. Sure it was a little more sad than one might expect coming from a children book, but the cinematography was beautiful and the music was wonderful. It reminded me that children view the world differently from adults, which is something that is important to remember as we interact with kids.

My two favorite things in the whole movie are pictured below:

1. Max. (who ironically enough was played by a little boy named Max)
Max happens to be the cutest little boy ever and is moving in and may take the place of Freddie Highmore for most adorable child (possibly only because Freddie is growing up). But basically, Max is precious, and so perfect for the role (not to mention his adorable wolf suit, which I want in my size).
2. The font. Can you say perfect? The credits open with kid's drawings around the different logos signed in that adorable hand by Max. So awesome.

Basically I loved the movie, though I wouldn't watch it a thousand times over because it is a little sad and harsh. The graphics are amazing. The filming is beautiful. The characterization of the relationships is really well done in a short amount of time. Go see it, but don't expect a happy go lucky escapist child's film.

Deliciousness

So the other day I was asked to bring the salad to a dinner with some friends. At the store I was pondering what to put in the salad in addition to strawberries when Kristin suggested I use mangoes. There could not have proved to be a better combination. I topped it off with some cranberry vinaigrette dressing and if I do say so myself it turned out rather well.


Next up in the list of delicious foods I've recently discovered I can make myself was split pea soup. When I came home from classes today I had every intention of reliving the german pancakes of last week, but when I opened the cookbook my mother made me, the first page was split pea soup. I read the ingredients and discovered that I had them all, so I set out trying to make it. Several phone calls to my mother later I found that I had a decent soup simmering on the stove. The only problem was that it was much more runny than the soup my mom makes at home. I called her again and discovered that I should have left the top off of the pot while it simmered for 2 hours so that the water could evaporate. I simply let the soup continue to simmer for another hour with the top off and the soup turned into a marvelous consistensy. The photo obviously does not do the taste justice.

I promise it was good. Plus, it made enough for me to eat for just about the rest of the semester.

German Pancakes

So today I decided to make german pancakes for lunch, only I couldn't find a glass pie pan anywhere. Once again this meant that I reverted to using my beautiful casserole dish. I was a little worried that it wouldn't turn out well, but as you can see from the picture, it turned out just fine.


In fact, I would venture to say that it turned out better than fine, as the sides somehow rose about 3 times as high as they usually do. Probably the best part about the whole situation was that I got to eat the whole thing all by myself.

Bigotes

Here's a rather humorous video we watched in my Spanish class: