Family movie night

So in my family we have a few feature films that really define us as a whole. They're mostly feel good classics that have been viewed so many times that at least one family member can (and usually does) recite all the lines to everyone else's dismay. ((I'M SO GUILTY)) Tonight PK, the Rottens and I are watching Finding Nemo. This one holds a super special place on my move bookcase because when Kris was little he used to have terrible night terrors and we would turn FN on and wait for him to 'come back' from his dream. After months of doing this almost every night, Jordan, Pretty Krittie, and I know almost the entire movie by heart.

This movie is such a hoot. There are so much hilarious little jokes that could do easily be missed, and don't even get me started on Ellen Degeneres as Dory, or as Karm calls her, Dorky. The woman is a comedic genius.

I'm so grateful that we can spend time together like this as a family, enjoying the little things like a movie we've all seen about a thousand times.

Here's a list of great movies that you should try if you've got a little extra time and want to thoroughly enjoy yourself:
1. Steel Magnolias
As someone who is totally a Shelby with a mom that's totally a M'Lynn, this is my favorite movie. Throughout the whole thing, there aren't five minutes that pass that either don't have me rolling with laughter or pulling out the Kleenex. It's a great movie to watch while folding laundry or cleaning. I've seen it countless times and yet the silly jokes crack me up every time and the touching moments still have me tearing up even though I know they're coming.

"Go ahead, M'Lynn slug her! We'll sell t shirts that say I slapped Ouiser Boudreaux. Half o' Chinqapin Parish would give their eye teeth to take a whack at Ouiser!" -Clairee Belcher

2. Sixteen Candle

John Hughes completely and utterly nailed everything about this movie. I think that while watching it, every girl becomes Samantha Baker and feels her mortification throughout the film and her excitement at the finish. The characters and script are so well executed that absolutely every exchange is perfect. Keep an eye out for Long Duk Dong's argyle pants, Samantha's underpants, Carolyn's new 'do, Farmer Ted's photo op with the female extraterrestrial, and don't forget Rudy, the oily bohunk.

"You don't spell it, son, you eat it"

Don't worry, there are more family classics to come!

time flies when you're having fun?

where has this summer gone? i feel like i've done a whole bunch of nothing with a mandatory weekend trip to bloomington....every weekend. don't get me wrong, i loved that i had the chance and free time to see my friends before they go off into the real world and wait for the rest of us to get there *cough* *cough* sean logan** but looking back on my pre-summer post, i don't really feel like i got a whole lot of that list finished. i mean yah, i've been to the pool a lot and i've got a rockin' tan, but in the big scheme of things, this summer has been entirely uneventful.

really, i've only had a few epic battles royale. incidents lead to indiscretions, and we all know how i feel about indiscretion. and if you didn't, here's my philosophy: i ain't your maid, yo mama, or your girlfriend, ergo i don't give two shits about your dirty laundry. there were few 'almost incidents' including a quick almost foray into the world of tiki beads and the issue of 'sorry, i was black out.' that shit don't fly, bro.

anywho, it's getting a little late and i'll finish this shit later, dawwwg.

don't be sorry, be better.

so maybe it's the constant rain we've been having for what feels like the last seven and a half years or maybe i'm just in a funk, but i can't seem to get myself out of this rut. usually, i'm a pretty happy person, but lately i just feel cranky.. like i've developed a new baseline of stabby. i don't know whether i'm just not adjusting well to being home/missing my friends or if there's another problem, but i'm sick and tired of being pissed all the time. spunky? yes fierce? sure! mad at the world all the time? not really for me.  for the past few days i've been on par with Kat Stratford ála 10 Things I hate about you pre Heath Ledger romance. I've been especially vicious while driving and even taunted a man riding a motor scooter by yelling at him that he "didn't even have a real motorcycle!" i'm turning into sue sylvester.

i'm usually pretty quick to forgive, but lately i haven't seen any reasons to forgive people. if you're going to keep fucking up and shitting on my life, why do i let you stay in it? perhaps my whole approach is childish, but i think it might be the only thing keeping me from ending up in a maximum security cell. maybe people should just try to stop pissing on my parade. don't be sorry, be better.

Chicago is an October sort of city even in the Spring - Nelson Algren

So this weekend Mike and I came to Chicago to see his family to celebrate his undergrad graduation. I always have a hard time not packing my entire wardrobe if i'm going somewhere and this trip was especially hard because the damn weather website wouldn't give me a straight answer. and since it is the middle of MAY, i figured i'd be safe only bringing one sweatshirt. i was wrong. just like in indiana for the last month it rained. the whole time. even though the weather was shit, i think i might be in love. with  chicago. i can definitely see myself living here one day. the people are so interesting and everything is exciting all the time....especially the tranny hookers in boystown. nothing beats a 6'5'' dude wearing sequins and platform gaga heels. classic.

as always, i attracted the crazies even in chicago. first the blacks at the vienna beef hotdog factory were giving me flack for not knowing what i wanted to order. listen G-eye, you have fourteen kinds of hot dog. pardon me for not knowing which one i wanted immediately on arrival, doucher. black dudes always think that since we're quasi similarly colored in that it's okay to unabashedly hit on me. sorry, dude. i'm not down. especially since you work in a hot dog factory snack shop. i like my men with letters after their names: MD, PhD, JD, POTUS. then the next day as i was walking to the car in the rain the deli guy from jewel osco decided to stop me to have a chat about my yankees hat. listen bro, it's fucking hailing and you want to have a damn conversation about my hat. then you proceed to tell me that you had to leave new york because of some 'problems'. what a winner. not. i appreciate your offer to 'hook me up' if i stop by the deli. i'm not really sure what you're going to 'hook me up' with, but i'm not in the business of trading sexual favors for deli meats. sorry, bro.

after leaving jewel osco, we made our way to winnetka to see kevin mccallister's house from 'home alone'. childhood dreams fulfilled. the outside of the house is just as cool in person and i can see why the wet bandits wanted to rip it off. over all it was a spectacular trip, and now i'm off to potbelly's: round two.

i want to be a freaking princess for christ's sake.

yes, i'll admit that i stayed up all damn night to watch the royal wedding. i mean at least i did work throughout the night so it wasn't all wasted time. let me just say, prince harry, if you're out there and reading this, i will gladly be the next princess born a commoner...and American...and half black. i mean really though, harry was looking pretty fine as always and you know how i feel about the gingers. as some of you know, my goals in life are:

1. to be an contestant on and preferably win jeopardy.

2. produce ginger heirs to the taylor throne.

so if i could knock one of those goals out along with getting a smokin' hot husband and a duchy, i'd be down. 

taylor, marry me so i can bear your gingey children.

give and take.

life is supposed to be all about balance, right? well lately i don't feel like there's been any semblance of balance in mine. what has two thumbs and is about to lose her fucking mind? this girl. sure i have wonderful days about which i wouldn't change a thing, but overall i'm finding it very hard to live the life i want. in some of my relationships i feel like i do all the giving and never receive much in return. sure there are the occasional gestures of reciprocation, but nothing nearing the depth and frequency of my input into the relationship. i don't want to sound like a whiny bitch, but sometimes i don't want to have to be the one doing all the work; i'd like to be on the receiving end every once in awhile. and this isn't saying that i never take the passive role and let other people do the work, i do, but in that case i try to make my appreciation of their effort well known.

this is how i feel.

perhaps this is just the stress of the end of the semester getting the best of everyone. i seem to have this overwhelming sense of urgency about the next week or so, but then what? more shit to get done. it seems like it never ends. i'm longing for a summer straight out of my childhood. a carefree, barefoot, drinking straight out of the hose, skinned knees, be home when the street lights turn on, eating warm tomatoes straight out of the garden kind of summer. but since i've been working on this whole being a grown up kind of thing, i need to get a job and save some money and pay off my car and not just bum out by the pool all summer. hopefully i can find some gainful employment where someone pays me to watch their kids while we bum out at the pool all summer.


i have some goals i'd like accomplish this summer, including but not limited to:
-becoming less lumpy.
-growing my hair.
-getting a killer tan.
-putting some money in the bank.
-getting some more birth experience under my belt. get it? punny.
-visiting the jers, ft. wayne, rockville centre, maybe a little trip to boca, and something out west, maybe phoenix.
-putting my kindle to good use.
-practicing my extreme couponing.


we'll see how it goes, i doubt i'll complete all of them, but hey, when do i ever finish what i start?

always with the procrastinating and people watching.

i have a procrastination problem so severe that it's almost crippling. with any assignment or deadline there is no doubt that i will put it off until the last possible second and try to pull through with the buzzer shot. this works 85% of the time and the rest i'm left making excuses. tomorrow is going to be one of those excuses kind of days. here i sit in the library people watching instead of writing about Radical Feminism in the Sixties. i'm hoping for one of those clutch moments tomorrow so that everything gets turned in on time. anyone wanting to volunteer for my Human Sexuality PSA, let me know. you can play Herpes Patient #1 or Chlamydia Patient #3. it's really up to you.


if you're ever hurting for entertainment, all you need to do take a little trip to visit to herman and watch the freaks. so far we have the hair eater, the black sorority girl who looks more put together than i will on my wedding day, the girl with two tone hair, the dude looking like he's about to have a panic attack, some biddie spending eight hours working on her chem lab report, the four kids sleeping, the group of asian kids huddled in a corner eating the most delectable meal i've ever seen. i love IU. from where i'm sitting i can see at least three computers playing the new iLL5 song on youtube. golden.


there are so many advantages regarding coming to the H. Bee Dubs that i've never realized until today. who knew you can scan other peoples' iTunes libraries. also who knew so many people would have a-ha's 'Take Me On' as the first song listed on their catalog. classic.


now reality is setting in and i realize that i have approximately four hundred eighty seven things due in twelve minutes and thirteen seconds. shit. maybe next time i'll do my work before the night it's due. really, though? who am i kidding.