It's all About the Clothes

so we have established that i love movies. so a recent love is selena. there are several reasons why i like the movie so here goes:
1) the clothes that are the epitome of 1990's fashion and celebrate women's curves
2) the fade in shots...oh so many and so professionally done
3) the celebration of latin culture (even though the girl did not really speak spanish all that well) i think it was one of the first spanish language movies that i ever really liked
4) the "true love" story of an initially forbidden love
5) the celebration of honest to goodness hard work and the success that it brings especially when following one's dreams
6) oh my gosh the hair
7) the matte red lipstick and acrylic nails
8) it's j.lo doing what she does best....pretending to be a singer/musician and fashion designer (maybe that's why this is her best acting work)


so even though it ends in a terrible tragedy it celebrates the life of a young successful hispanic woman and the many trials that she faces. i'm a sucker for success stories. so there.

For The Love of a Film

so i really do love this movie. but have you ever really liked something and then started to think of that thing in more detail? so....drum roll please....why do i love "pretty woman" let me count the ways.

1) it's a love story...duh

2)the scene where she goes back to the rude lady at the boutique on rodeo dr.

3)the clothes...clearly this is me

4)julia roberts big red hair and richard gere's silver

5)the completion of her fairy tale at the end

6)the red dress and necklace scene(see picture)

now that being said. dude what do they do after get together? do they get married? have children? more importantly how the crap do they tell they're love story? "i met her on hollywood blvd" "she was a hooker when i first met her" or "i was her final client". the evil part of me (which is most of me) giggles at what they might tell they're hypothetical children.

i love pointless hollywood movies the exihibit the fashion industry.

To My Suprise

the people of new york never give up. every where you go, there is someone who has to get there before you. most people are in such a hurry that they don't even realize what they are doing. case in point: there is a certain intersection where on one corner is the post office and a train station, one corner is a historical site (ny's oldest public building a church in fact) and on another the world trade center construction site. day in and day out construction workers direct traffic there. it's not about the cars but about the morons that decide to cross the street when a semi is four feet away! this is amazing to me, how could so many people make the same stupid choice at the same time? you'd think the planets had to align. how could people that make so many smart career choices make just as many stupid life choices? which brings me to my next point...work.
everyday hundreds, thousands, millions of people go into there office jobs and do their office duty. it dawned on me today that people really go to work everyday and ....(shockingly)...WORK! i know it sounds dumb but i feel like its one of those things you don't think about until it happens to you.
next blog point(smooth intro eh?)
the amazingness that is the book Standing for Something by Gordon B. Hinkley. this book is amazing and though it is taking me forever to read it, i love it.
he talks about changes that everyone should make about society and what it can become if we don't change the patterns that we fall into and realize what is going on around us.
i highly recommend it. i usually hate reading but i love reading this book.
more on my learning later on.

Sigh

so in retrospect my life is really good right now. i mean really good for what it has been in the past though as usual there is a need and a desire for self improvement. sigh.
who would have thought that with age came responsibility and consciousness? sigh.
so there. as a result of my human condition i want more than what i can have as of right now. i want more out of this life than i can even wrap my brain around. i want a degree of happiness that i know i cannot even fathom. i want so much that when i think about it my heart beats a little faster and i can't breathe as well as i should. sigh.
this is my biggest struggle as of now. digesting current happiness while constantly thinking of great joy. what's your greatest struggle?

Realization

i sat on the subway car on my way home from the new job (yes a job a real one. working in an office. but thats besides the point) i pondered my existence and i realized something amazing. my life could turn out to be awesome!
think of it. i could get to the end of this journey and say "dang that was amazing!"
how simple a thought but again easier said than done as most things that are worth doing are.
so that is my thought for the next few days...this life could be awesome and totally worth the dificult things that we all have to go through. just think all in all it would be worth it and it would be amazing!

Adventures at Home

went to girls camp 08' . got the shirt. decided that society as a whole is on a doward never ending slippery slope. also, knockin' the g's off of words and addin' apostraphies makes them gan'sta'. though not in all cases.
went to the zoo. all i got was a stinkin' mug. its rad though for mommy dearest (the plan is to become and stay her perfect child for time and all eternity). i admired the beauty of the exotic animals and wondered if they had been blessed like humans with a sense of awareness.
other than that i've kind of just been soaking in the city and making life altering decissions. for instnce i don't want to live in the city my whole life.
other than that no other interesting thoughts to blog about.
so there.

Ponderings

i sit here wondering "what the heck is wrong with me?" i had a sort of argument with my mother and older brother about my realtionship with said brother. it has NEVER been a good one. he thinks about himself before anyone and everyone else. and he says that it is human nature. that this world is about surviaval of the fitist and it is most important that he survive before anyone else. but my young mind asks what are we fighting each other to survive? what is it that my brother who does nothing all day is trying to survive?
the other thing that bothered me about our argument was that my brother called me rude and judgemental. which are two of the things about my personality that i really don't like. they are some of the worse things about myself but they surface when i put my guard up(which automatically happens in ny). i guess it just stings when one of the people i judge the most calls me out on it.
i'm working on my flaws but there are too many to work on at once and it doesnt help to have them tossed in my face. more than once.
so there. i'm judgemental and rude. all the time. its not okay but i'll work on it. i promise myself i would.