Sunday, July 17, 2011

It all ended

From the first movie

To the very last

It was such a bittersweet moment from the time the lights went down and everyone in the audience squealed with delight, to the gasps, laughs, and sniffles from the audience (including a grown man blowing his nose loudly, which made me swallow hard) to the final seconds in the darkness with the sinking feeling that it was all over, everyone relishing in it and quietly remembering the last 10 years of their lives growing up with Harry Potter and knowing that the end of their childhood had come, to the slow but quickly deafening claps of the audience moments later as the credits rolled. I was a little upset that people weren't all dressed up like crazies, but then the more I thought about it -- as people walked in with Quidditch jerseys, teen and 20's guys with their Gryffindor red and yellow ties with their oxford shirts and cardigans, I quickly realized that every person in there was a teenager or older. It also was half and half male and female. All of these people grew up with the series and now were giving it a proper goodbye. I am just now getting started on the books, and have only seen (and then went out and immediately bought) the 7 movies just a few months ago. I cannot sit and say that my childhood was entwined with growing up side by side with Harry and his friends, but I could definitely feel the love and loyalty that so many there felt that night. My cousin (and one of my absolute bff's) beside me with tears rolling quickly down her face made me a little resentful for the fact that I hadn't read his books through my child and adolesence, because even at 23 years old I count Harry, Ron, and Hermonie as great friends. I remember countless years of Thanksgivings and Christmases where she lugged in the latest book and pored over it when we were all sitting around, and was so happy we were both able to go to the last one together -- especially since she'd never been to a midnight showing of any movie! But the fact that I ugly-cried, whimpered, and dug around in my bag for tissues at the last movie, having only invested the last 6 months in the series, spoke volumes to myself at how huge of an effect that 10 years of books and movies can have on someone.

Also -- hilarious!! I love hearing their version of an American accent and how stereotypical we seem, as I crack up over the fact that we always try to do their British one. And Tom Felton, who plays Draco (in the striped shirt with gray hoodie) reminds me sooo much of Matt my bf. His mannerisms, facial expression, and his whole look just screams him. He doesn't believe me lol.

and I just had to post this one because reading it and remembering that sweet episode, made me tear up! I'll always have a special place in my heart for the love of Jim and Pam on the Office!! <3

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Just can't get enough

As I embark on my last week as a free, unemployed bird ...for the rest of my waking life, before I start my job as an RN on Monday (I'm excited, nervous, and terrified), I have been speed reading through my list of books, watching back to back dvds from Blockbuster and Red Box, wallowing, groveling, rushing to get in last minute dental, hair, doctor appointments, asking myself "why me??", and trying to squeeze in all 7 Harry Potter films before the midnight showing on Thursday. With all that going on, here are some things I just can't get enough of:

Will and Kate. I've been obsessed with her for years, have had pictures of her forever on my computer, and adore the fact that they are finally publically together. That said, her moment with a sweet child suffering from cancer, who wanted to meet a "real life princess" and gave her this letter, absolutely warmed my heart. She is one incredibly classy lady.

One Day by David Nicholls. This book made me laugh and cry (I had cried like four times before I was even halfway done with it!!) and made me so sad it ended. One of the best books I've read in a while of a guy and girl who meet each year on the anniversary of the day they met. It chronicles their life for about 20 years, and made my heart ache in a good way. They're making a movie of it, coming out in a month or so starring Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess.

Invictus, directed by Clint Eastwood and starring Morgan Freeman and Matt Damon, was excellent. I laughed and cried and it amazed me at how spot-on Freeman played Nelson Mandela, and how perfect Damon's South African accent was. I met a couple with their kids in NYC from South Africa, and not only are they the most gorgeous people I've ever seen, but their accent is so beautiful it gave me chills when they spoke. 

Jane Austen Book Club. I adored this movie!! and it made me want to reread all of the classics! Loved the characters overlapping relationships and how reading some Austen brought them all together.
Up. Oh my Lord, I cried like a baby! multiple times!! This was one of the sweetest and unusual love stories, and I adored it!

David and Victoria Beckham finally having a baby girl (after those 3 boys!). Growing up I was a huge Spice Girl fan (and i'd be wrong to say I don't flip to it on my ipod now) and am a huge Manchester United fan, so them being a power couple makes me love them. Especially seeing how he adores his sons, but when I saw she was pregnant again I was rooting for a girl!!

Also, check out my cute Pandora charm for my bracelet -- a Jeep!!!

Revlon's Voluminous Million Lashes. amazinggggg. I don't even have to use an eyelash curler anymore. love.
Also, I used John Frieda's Go Blonder in my hair and it turned it a brassy shade of blonde (not like my usual natural highlights the sun makes for me during the summer) and made me sad, so I'm going tomorrow for my first ever time to get my hair dyed. I am scared stiff, and even though she's one of my mom's bffs and has been doing some trim ups and wispy lengths, etc. to my hair for years, I made sure to bring a page full of what I love. (Can you tell which blondes I adore??? -- Namely, Chelsy Davy!)

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Travel Bug

This is just a rant (and it's without pictures) so you can just skip over if that is not your thing. :)

One of the things I hate most about myself (for the record, I don't actually hate anything about myself, but it's definitely something I try and work on) is my indecisiveness and inability to ever truly be content and happy. Part of me thinks that that could definitely be deemed a good quality in that it makes me a perfectionist, who only strives for the good in myself and those around me, as well as mundane issues such as house cleanliness, a checklist completed, or a happy hospital patient who's well attended for -- but let's be realistic and just say that it not only drives me crazy, but those around me as well. Enter my sweet bf Matthew, who I practically made livid at the fact that we cleaned his house top to bottom, both floors, inside and out, in preparations for having company over today for the 4th. (Yes, people do indeed plan on coming inside, if for nothing else than to get out of the hot sun and use the bathroom!) We were up til midnight doing laundry, straightening up (or shoving things in closets) and him patiently and sweetly letting me, and folding without complaining just to make me happy ...and yet I still wasn't. When going into town I absolutely cannot make a decision on where to eat, I'm not trying to be difficult I just really don't care as I will literally eat anything. However I am always 100% certain on things that I DON'T want -- whether food, clothes, decorating etc. The biggest thing is finding the thing I do want.
Despite all of that undecisiveness and lack of contentness, my biggest absolute problem that drives me insane is my constant, aching, itching, pulsating drive for travel. My favorite thing to watch is the Travel Channel where they do spotlights on various countries, or House Hunters International where people just pick up and move to some exotic location or random country -- whether for work, kids, or just a change, and it annoys me to no end all of the amazing places that the people go on The Bachelor! I love blog reading on the fabulous lives of those that study abroad, go to international colleges, switch jobs across the pond, or move for the heck of it. Sometimes I get to watching a show so long, or reading a blog so intensely, or staring at the photographs so much that I literally get this ridiculous aching, heartbreak feeling in my chest that juts gets deeper and deeper and I have to walk away. One such blog,, involves a young mid-20's couple who has moved from Texas to Oxford for the husband's MBA degree there and they have traveled everywhere from England, Scotland, Italy, France, Greece, blahblahblah to the point where I literally had tears in my eyes and had to turn off the screen and go console myself. I'm not even kidding.
The fact that I get like this is not only absurd, it's downright ridiculous. My bucket list in its whole entireity is only places to visit. THAT'S IT. And part of me thinks it's crazy that the only plans and goals I have for my life is just how many places I can go and see and do. Deep down it terrifies me to be locked down to one place (which is why I am so scared about my hospital contract looming over my head) and why I yearn for so much adventure. When I started dating Matt, we discussed (besides religion, politics, thoughts on children/raising them/where he planned to live, his 5, 10 and 20 year plan -- yes I am just THAT anal) was his thoughts on travel, how much of it he wanted in his life, and how long he'd agree to put off children for it. I don't consider myself selfish in that I don't want kids til I'm in my 30's and that I want to travel as much as possible and see all I can see, and get it all out of my system completely before I truly settle down. Granted, I definitely want to marry Matt and he's my love and I definitely want nothing more than to have him be my travel companion and all that, but travel is so important to me (up there with what religion he is, his values and morals, etc). I feel that the world is such a huge, exciting and wonderful place, and granted I'm not nieve to think that there aren't huge chunks and sections of it that are places I'd never want to go, and that there aren't huge parts with violence and famine and poverty and just generally not safe for Americans or girls or a combo of both, but there are such incredibly beautiful places whose pictures make me bawl my eyes out at the beauty, that I just can't help thinking that it'd be even more shockingly appalling face to face. I can't get past this feeling I've had aching in my heart for as long as I can remember, including how i always cry looking out over the Hudson River as we depart NYC twice a year, the feeling I go on the dock of the San Francisco bay, breathing that chilling air that brought tears to my eyes, and I just can't stand the thought of breathing my last, dying breath without having at least attempted to accomplish part of what's on my bucket list.
My first year of nursing school there was a girl, not much old than me, who came down from Ohio with her sisters for Spring Break on the beach, and after drinking heavily, fell down a flight of stairs and became a C3 quad. She had a trip to the Caribbean for the next week, obviously couldn't take it, and now had to navigate the remainder of her life, at TWENTY FOUR FREAKING YEARS OLD as a quadriplegic!!! I don't want to EVER think of myself as lying in some hospital bed, or nursing home, or where the heck ever, and have some sort of stupid regret at not having traveled my heart out. I am doing nursing because it is one of my hugest passions, but it is also luckily such a prevalent job in any city in the world, so if I need to move or set off or whatever, there's jobs everywhere. So as of July 18th, when I start my job, after I pay for rent and bills and tithes for church etc. I plan on portioning out a sum each month for a travel expense, and I plan on slowly but surely checking those places off my list. There's a lady in town named Julie Beck who use to work at the same college as my aunt, and has traveled the world -- shes been to all 50 states, 74 countries, and all 7 continents and I can't help but envy her with a fervent passion. But at the same time one asked her about what she regrets, and she's not married or has kids. So my main thing is to properly balance work with play, family with life, and love with travel.

Just a tiny portion of my dream list (I think I'll do a weekly 'travel' post with pics and sights to see):

London, England
Edinburgh, Scotland
Dublin and Cork, Ireland
Mumbai, India
Sydney, Australia
Cape Town, South Africa
Sao Paulo, Brazil
Turks and Caicos
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Paris, France
Alps in Switzerland
Frankfurt, Germany
Venice and Florence, Italy
Sweden and Norway
Morocco and Egypt
Hongo Kong, China
Tokyo, Japan