Memory Monday: Firstborn Homeschooler

For this one, I have to go back to a very disturbing phase of my life. It rests on the theory of the firstborn homeschooler.

The firstborn homeschool theory: A phenomenon where the firstborn of any homeschooled family takes the longest to develop a sense of style. Once they start to catch on, their siblings tend to follow suit, and crisis is eventually averted. 

Of course there are exceptions to this theory, but I definitely was not one of them. Eleven through twelve was my all time low, and unfortunately I just couldn't find any pictures from that period. Oh well.

Things started to get a little better at thirteen, but there was a pivotal moment that will forever stick out in my mind as one of the ugliest things I've ever worn. In my life. Like... ever.

My uncle was getting married. It was a formal event, and I needed a nice dress to wear. At this point, my mom was also going through a phase: the matchy-matchy phase. She told me that I had to find a dress that would at least coordinate with what my sisters were wearing. I really don't know why. I didn't even think much of it at that point, I just went with it.

The dress hunt began a couple weeks before the wedding was supposed to take place. My sisters all had these matching cream-colored dresses that were... well, cute on them because they were younger. Being the oldest, I was also the guinea pig. My mom wasn't ok with certain styles back then that she's totally fine with now.

The time was drawing near, and I was getting dangerously close to the wedding with no luck. After dragging myself from store to store and having dress after dress rejected, I limply fell into an obscure dress store at the mall. There was a dress hanging up that matched my sisters, my mom was cool with it, and it actually fit me. For these reasons I tiredly surrendered and bought the dress.

There was only one problem.
It was hideous. 

What you are about to see is very disturbing. If you are faint of heart and/or have a weak stomach, I suggest you look away from your screen.

I'm not really too hard to spot in these pictures. I'm workin' it. My dress looks like Frosty the Snowman and a prom from 1976 had a baby. My Nancy Drew haircut and super white girl dance moves didn't really work in my favor, either.

Although I was extremely awkward and looked like I was cosplaying as an 80 year old woman, it was one of the coolest weddings I've ever been to, and I did have a great time that night. Maybe that's one thing I do miss from my awkward years: I looked awkward, but I didn't feel like it. Now I feel awkward, but I don't look like it (at least not as much). :P

I didn't crawl out of this vortex of terrible clothing choices until I was 14, and then my judgement kept bobbing and weaving as my sense of style developed slowly throughout the years. Now I'd say that I look fairly normal, but there are probably some people who would beg to differ.

Red pants are cool. 

Adventures in Monotony!

Sorry I've been away for so long. I've been hiding under a rock for about a month or so now... 

There are several reasons why I haven't written in here in forever. I've had sort of a rough month involving job hunting (while sleeping like I work a night shift), eating lots of food, and reading copious amounts of Sherlock Holmes mysteries. I've written a few posts in my absence, but have yet to finish them, so right now they're collecting cyber dust my little post box without actually posting them. They're all really random and need a lot of work that I'm too lazy to produce right now. So I'm hoping you don't come after me with your pitchforks quite yet (I'm probably too lazy to run from you). 

It's sort of hard to write about your life when nothing really cool is happening to you at the moment. If I wrote about my life right now, I'd really have to cheese it up to make it worth reading.

There was a calm too eerie not to take notice of. I stood in the kitchen, bracing myself before pulling on the cold handle that distorted my reflection in front of me. BAM! 

I move back just in time, but don't react in time to save it. There it lies on the ground, its insides exposed to the cruel world in which it fell. I dropped the cottage cheese in a refrigerator avalanche. 

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I wasn't expecting to see you here. For a long time I've wanted you, dreamed about you, but alas, I was expecting to open the door to utter disappointment. In a hopeless place you waited for me, and now we are united as you touch my lips. How I love you, Last Frozen Bean Burrito.

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With determination on my brow, I set off as the world sets against me. I fight the dragons and other adventurers who seek to claim my land, yet rise defeated every time. My morale declines as I settle in territory in a faraway world. There are no parking spots at Target. 

So... yeah. :P 

Another reason you haven't heard from me in a while is because I'm trying to write a book! 

I've decided to go along with the idea I was discouraged about in this post. I got some inspiration and some new ideas, so I don't think I'll be copycatting anyone. I haven't gotten too far yet, and I'm hoping I'll make it to the finishing line this time, but I might as well let you guys know. : ) 

I'll try to pop in here every once and a while and try to finish some of those half-baked blog posts. I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving, and didn't get trampled today. ;D 

Life In Letters 3

Dear Pinterest,

You make me feel crafty when I've hardly lifted a glue gun, like an athlete when I can hardly jog for one minute, and like an inspiration although hardly anything eloquent comes out of my mouth. Also, I never realized there were that many uses for glow sticks. They seem to have so much... purpose now. 

~Kay

Dear Fast Food Restaurants, 

Why must you always give your menu items dorky names? Do you think it sounds creative, or do you like to just hear us suffer as we try to say "I'd like the huckleberry hullaballoo" and have you take us seriously?
"Can I have a... urm... sundae?"
"Sure, what kind?"
"A... um... a cutiepatootiesundae?"
"Sorry, you'll need to speak up."
"I WANT A CUTIE PATOOTIE SUNDAE!" *huffs* Don't judge me.

Your frustrated customer,
~Kay

Dear Whoever it was who Designed Graduation Caps,

It's a square. With a tassel on it. That attaches to your head. Really?
~Kay

Dear Dancing Little Caesar's Guy, 

Your grueling job of dancing around in the hot sun and smelling your own skin baking to medium rare in an embarrassing costume is not in vain. Sometimes all it takes to brighten someone's day is to see some random dancing person on the side of the street. 
You're simply awesome. Also, you've got some nice moves.
~Kay

Dear Shoes, 

Thanks for protecting my feet from random icky things on the ground, and for looking so darn cute while doing it. 
~Kay

Say Ahhhhkward

I did a very grownup thing a couple weeks ago.

I went to my very own doctor appointment. Without my mommy.

She couldn't make it, so she gave me the insurance card and a copay and sent me on my way. Because I don't have my license yet, my grandma came with me and a few of my sisters tagged along, so I wasn't totally alone, but it was still weird.

Because when I finally found the stinking doctor's office (which, in fact, was not the ESD building...) I was told that my appointment really wasn't at 2:30, but 2:20. Then it took a while for her to verify things. Then I had to fill out a bunch of stuff.

As I scribbled in the spaces, the nurse came out. "Kaylee Beutler?"
I awkwardly stood up with my clipboard. "Do you want me to fill this out first?"
"No, just come on back." Then she mumbles, "You're already late, so..."

Ok, so at this point we aren't friends.

The door closes behind me and I'm all alone.
I uncomfortably followed her back to the scale, and she just waited by it expectantly. I just stood there like an amish kid in an elevator.

"Get on the scale."
They didn't use the stethoscope on me that day, but her icy voice had the same effect on my mood.

I stepped onto the scale and she demanded I put my hand out so she could hook that little oxygen-thingie to my finger.

"You need to put down your purse," she said flatly.

I just wanted to do what she said so she wouldn't hurt me, so I tried to put my purse down. Which wouldn't have been a problem, had she asked me before she hooked me to the oxygen-thingie. I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly shrugged my purse off my shoulder and let it wait at my wrist, as it threatened to zipline down the cord that stood in its way to freedom.

Even though she didn't outwardly roll her eyes, I could sense her entire being casting itself up to the heavens and asking, "why me?"

She grimly announced which room I was in (Room 13, go figure), and I walked to it like a prisoner awaiting their execution.

Something told me it wasn't the end of this awkward encounter, and I was right.

Because she sat down and asked me all sorts of questions I didn't know and probably should have. I felt like I was on a trivia show for my own life and I was losing.
"Do you have any allergies to medication?"
"Um, Sulfa... I think..."
"You...think?"
"Well, I was a baby, so I don't really remember..."

"What pharmacy do you go to?"
"Uh... I'm not sure..." I laughed nervously. She looked at me like she'd just asked me my name and I gave her that answer.
"I think it's Fred Meyer...?"
"Ok... which one?"

At this point she hated me.

When the interrogation was over with, she huffed out of the room, but didn't take with her the awkwardness that staled the air.

I went through all that to be told I wasn't drinking enough water. (Which is good, actually). But... yeah.

I learned a little something that day: Never. I mean ever. Be late for a doctor appointment. Unless you need exercise and the kind of motivation being chased by an angry mob can give you.

Hallways, Driving, and Scattered Thoughts

Well hello there... 

Ok, just felt the need to creep you all out. ;) 

So I am in a very frustrating phase of my life right now. It's the "Hallway" phase. 

Maybe you've seen this picture circulating around the interwebs: 

I narcissistically think it might've been written for me. XP 

Because most days I feel like this: 

But instead of "Praising God in the hallway," I wind up maniacally running around and pounding on all the doors. Because transition phases are rough. It's like reliving your awkward years, minus the braces and frizzy hair. 

But if God calls us to praise Him in good times and the bad times, then that probably includes the mediocre times, too. 

And at the same time, I've been so busy. I've been working on getting my driver's license (which has been a 2 year endeavor...) :P So I've been doing a lot of driving. I haven't killed anything yet (although I almost killed a street light once... perhaps I'll be writing a Memory Monday on that one?)  So I'd say that's a good sign. 

This post is just meant to be a slightly random reminder that I'm still here, and I have a *ton* of catching up to do about last summer before I start writing about how amazingly awesome fall is. Every time I sit down and try to write a blog post that isn't a maze of tangents and tomfoolery, I get a little A.D.D. Just trying to make summer last longer... :D

Tomfoolery is an awesome word. 

And hey! This week is the HSBA Post Blog Nominations. You'd be my new best friend if you voted for me in the Teen category...

(Sorry, couldn't resist).
Anyway, all you need to do is click here, scroll down to "Best Teen Homeschool Blog," and put my blog name in the first box and the url to my blog (http://www.whateverrblog.blogspot.com) in the second one. If you can get other people to vote for me too, (friends, family, family friends, pets, rodents, that spider on your back porch...) that'd be awesome, too. :) Love you guys!

The Gospel According to Dirt

So today I'm here to talk about dirt.

Please contain your excitement. ;)

Yesterday, in a sermon about trusting God, I somehow wound up thinking a lot about dirt (don't ask how, I have no idea...)

How we try so hard to get rid of it.

We sweep it out of our houses.

We wash it off our clothes, cars, dogs and kids.

It contains some of the lowest lifeforms and creepy crawlies that gross us out.

Dirt is probably one of the lowest substances on earth...

But that's what we're made of.

"...The Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being." ~Genesis 2:7

Maybe I never really looked into it that much. "Yup, the Bible says God made us from dirt."

But I never put a ton of thought into it.

How did God take something as simple as dust from the ground and create the most brilliantly complex work of engineering on earth?

How could He take something as low as dirt and breathe it into His image?

Not only is it beautifully poetic, but it just shows how amazing and powerful God is.

It's also humbling. We came from dirt. We can be reminded of it by our "dirty" human nature and inclinations to go against God. It's a stain we can't wash out on our own. Through Jesus we have the assurance that although our bodies will return to the dirt, our spirits will be safe with Him.

Oh, and another thing: Dirt is just dirt... unless a seed is planted in it.

Then this can happen:

One of the reasons God created dirt is to bring forth beauty. If Jesus is planted in us, we'll have some flowers of our own springing from our chest (not literally... that could get creepy). :P

So I have some flowers and a few weeds that need plucking... but God is an excellent gardener! :D

Maybe it's a bit cheesy, but... I just love metaphors! Don't you just love metaphors?! I love metaphors.

Conspiracy Theory: Whale Fountains

We've all seen them.

They are built in parks and public squares everywhere. Children frolic in them and we gather around them. But how much do we know about the dark secret that's tucked underneath the surface?

The answer is nothing.
UNTIL NOW.

What I am about to reveal to you will both shock and terrify you. There's really no easy way to say it, so I'll just blurt it out there.

These suspected "water fountains" are really whales trapped underground.

Now listen. I can hear you groaning at your computer screens. Maybe a couple of you laughed. But we mock what we don't understand.

It's a familiar picture to us all: Shaggy-haired college kids campaigning to "Save the Whales." But they aren't really saving the whales. They're in cahoots with the government. 

You see, if the government could somehow make us believe that the whales are dying off and need saving, then they'll be able to pull at our heart strings. This will cause us to want to "help the cause," and BAM! More funding.

The only thing is that they needed to weed out some of the whale population to make it look authentic. They needed to think of something to do with all those whales.

After putting their thinking caps on, they came to this conclusion: "Why kill them off," they reasoned, "If we can use them?"

So soon enough, these self-timing ground fountains started cropping up in public places.
They dug up trenches to build underground tanks. Of course this took some of their funds, so the money acquired to "Save the Whales" ironically played a part in their entrapment. The whales, distressed from the lack of elbow room (if you can argue that whales have elbows), spout water from their blowholes. That water is what makes up the fountains.

Whales are smart creatures. They decided to get creative in getting people's attention, so they began using a sequence of morse code to catch our eye. "S-O-S," "Help," and "We're trapped," are a few of the messages they've attempted. But we humans don't notice and believe that the fountains are on some sort of timer.

So now you know. And knowledge is power. And with great power comes great responsibility. So
SAVE THE WHALES!

That is all.
And no. I am not crazy. At least... that's what the voices tell me...

Summit 1

I'm back from my summer filled with long car rides, Wonka candy, pillow fights and Journey music. I think it's safe to say that it was the best two weeks EVER.

I'll probably be doing a few posts on this, or else you'll be sitting at your computer screen until your eyeballs roll back in your skull and you start foaming at the mouth (and nobody wants to see that!) So I'll start at the beginning and work my way through.

We all hopped into the van at 5 am and prepared ourselves for the 14 hour drive ahead. It sounded daunting and exciting to me at the same time. I'm one of the weirdos who actually like long car rides. :P

As you can see from the blurry picture above, it was barely light out. I could've slept for another hour or so in the car, but I was way too excited.

We had a lot to look at, anyway. The windmills reminded me of giant, retarded pinwheels that just sort of hung out in the heat of the day.

Like the entire trip, the car ride somehow felt really long and really short at the same time. We took a few breaks to stretch our legs, and we played frisbee at a gas station for a while. Just, you know, 'cause we're amazing. :P

There came a point where I definitely felt like I wasn't in Oregon anymore. I think it was when we started driving past the gynormous mountains, canyons, and Mormon churches (we counted about 40 when we drove through Utah!) It seemed like a weird feeling to feel the same but in a totally different backdrop... if that makes any sense. :P

We stopped in Utah and stayed the night with a friend's relatives, and, like the crazy people we are, we went to the park and played "Lava Monster". Then we danced on the lawn.

Then my head hit the pillow and I fell asleep instantly.
It's weird how exhausting it can be to just sit all day... 

The Woes of a Writer...

I had an idea.

I thought it was a pretty cool idea. I don't normally get a lot of ideas that are cool enough to write a book about.

Then I realized that there are no new ideas under the sun, and found this at Barnes and Noble today. 

"In the Society, Officials decide. Who you love. Where you work. When you die.

Cassia has always trusted their choices. It’s hardly any price to pay for a long life, the perfect job, the ideal mate. So when her best friend appears on the Matching screen, Cassia knows with complete certainty that he is the one… until she sees another face flash for an instant before the screen fades to black. Now Cassia is faced with impossible choices: between Xander and Ky, between the only life she’s known and a path no one else has ever dared follow — between perfection and passion."

I need not tell you my idea, because this book is, in essence, the exact same thing. (Minus the cheesy love triangle...)

Oh, yeah. It's also a New York Times bestseller.

It ruined my day. There in my hands was the idea I got so excited over, already invested time in, had so many ideas for... and I wasn't the one who wrote it.

I wanted to look on the bright side and find differences between the author's ideas and mine, so I bought it. As we drove home, I scanned through the first few pages and concluded that my ideas were different, but not different enough to not look like I totally stole this lady's idea. I didn't have the heart to continue reading it, so I returned my buried hopes and dreams an hour later.

Now I'm writing this because I know that at least some of you have felt this terrible, sinking feeling of a stale idea. I've decided it's the writer's equivalent of dating some guy and finding out that he's married: After discovering that he belongs to someone else, continuing to think about him just feels wrong. :P

I was able to shake it off a little with some retail therapy, but every time I think of it I get that annoying sinking feeling of all my characters and their world dying off because they already live in some alternate universe... really, it sort of sounds like a Dr. Who episode or something.

I'm hoping that maybe someday I'll be able to write a book. If I do, God probably has a better idea out there for me somewhere deep in the creases of my imagination. It could take some heavy machinery to dig it out... :P

Roughing it.

This week is our church's annual camping trip.
I am soooo freaking EXCITED!!!

All I've done this week so far has been in preparation for the camp out (except maybe watching "The Regular Show"... that probably doesn't relate...but I *did* watch the camping episode!)

Yesterday was insane.
We store most of our camping stuff at my grandparents' house, because they have a separate storage area that holds way more than our tiny garage. So yesterday I went over there to pull things out, clean them up a little, and make sure everything's accounted for.

The only problem is that there are tons of spiders in there. They aren't tiny, either. They're the kind of spiders that look like they mean business.

At first everything was going according to plan. It was pretty windy, so I was able to hold up the tent and let the wind catch it so I could shake out all the dirt. I felt like I was flying a giant, six-person tent-sized kite.

But then I happened to glance inside the tent as the air was filling it up, and I witnessed a freaking huge spider.

It was about the size of my head, I kid you not. Its legs were as long as my arms, and its fangs probably put Dracula to shame. It could also smell fear. And I'm pretty sure it was telepathic.

I didn't want to lose him inside the tent, so I kept my eye on his whereabouts and slowly set the tent down. I then proceeded to stomp madly all over the tent like a blind elephant at a mouse parade. When that wasn't enough, I took the bin of life jackets (ironic?) and pounded it mercilessly in the vicinity of the villainous arachnid.
I'm pretty sure I killed it five times.

When I thought the dark deed had been accomplished, I let air fill the tent again and took a look. I saw him laying lifelessly in the same spot he was in, and I let the wind tumble him to the door so I could get him out. I poked him with my shoe...

And he twitched.

After screaming, "OH CRAP IT'S ALIVVVVEEEEE!!!!" I hammered it with my flip flop and threw it in the grass.

Once that was over I felt pretty good. I didn't leave the tent to cowardly wait for someone else to dispose of it (like I usually do...), but I jumped right on in there and took care of it myself! I somehow even got "We Are the Champions" stuck in my head.

Maybe I got a little too confident in my abilities. "After defeating terminator spider, I can pretty much handle all this other stuff I have to do," I said to myself.
At that very moment, God decided to make me a little more humble by sending a bee to buzz my ear.
I screamed bloody murder.

The day didn't end without having a bird pooping on my back (seriously... that's never happened to me before yesterday!), and toiling over folding the tent to fit inside of that tiny bag it comes in, only to discover that we still needed to set it up to make sure we had all the parts. :P Just my luck.

...And we haven't even gone camping yet. Let's just say that I'm not really good at "roughing it," so it's a good thing that our campsite is relatively civilized. (At least we have showers and port-a-potties!)

What my summer looks like...

I can safely say that summer is here now. It's been a gorgeous few weeks, so I couldn't really justify staying inside for too long. It's really a catch 22... there's so much about summer and beautiful weather that inspires me, but I can never sit down inside on my computer to write it all down because it's just too gosh darn beautiful outside!

So far, my summer looks like this:

Dancing, excitement, and dizziness as my dance partner swung me so hard I fell over. Twice. (It was awesome!)

Fireworks, lights, and photo-ops.

Shocking the air with screams, laughter and spazziness at the park.

Mosquito bites all over my legs as a result of staying outside after dark with my sisters.

Random adventures.

Reading on the porch while slapping bugs off my arms.

Those little marks you get on your feet when you sit in the grass for a long time.

Fundraising for our upcoming trip to Summit! (Another garage sale, and more amazing memories)

A bird funeral. :(

The Amazing Spiderman.

Flipflops and summer dresses.

That awesome rush you get when you swing as high as you can and the wind tickles the back of your neck.

It's not near being over yet, and I'm just fine with that. Summer seems to be the one season that flies by way too fast.

What does your summer look like so far?

This post is about Jesus, and if you don't share it you're going to hell.

Did the title get your attention? Did it scare you a little, or did you flippantly pass it by like the heathen you are? (I guess if you did that you wouldn't be reading this question anyway, so I'll assume you were terrified!)

Because this is a post about Jesus. 

Do you love Jesus?
Because if you do, you better prove it by sharing this blog post.

You do know what Jesus says about not forwarding these kinds of things on email, Facebook, or Twitter... right?

Ok. So this is something that's always kind of bugged me, and I wonder why I haven't really written about it before (or why Blimeycow hasn't made a video for it, for that matter. ;) But I think God might have told me "Go for it!" So here I am, writing this post when I meant to write a different one. :D

There are a lot of chain letters on the internet.

Some are just random: 

"Share this if you heart Justin Bieber!!!" 

Some are threatening: "If you don't share this post or send it to everyone you know, your toenails will grow into your mattress while you sleep, you'll never find love, and a demonic warthog will kill your family."  

And some make you feel guilty: "Matthew 10:33 says, '...Whoever denies me before men, I also will deny before my Father who is in heaven.' Share this post if you're not ashamed!!!" 

 The first one is harmless (maybe a bit annoying, but harmless), but the second and third chain letters can get really annoying. The second one because they typically verge on ridiculous, and the third one because, well, they're a different kind of ridiculous.

I can't say I know the intentions of the people who make those kinds of pictures or stories that are passed around by religious guilt. Either they want to make something that gains popularity so bad that they feel the need to guilt people into sharing it, or they actually think it's their way of evangelizing or something. Whatever the reason, there is no logic in it. If somebody posts a picture of a sock, and I don't 'like'/share that picture, does that mean I've just denied the existence of socks? Um... no. I like socks. I wear them. People see me wear them. I just didn't happen to share the picture. :P

Living with the internet, there are a lot of interesting things going on that weren't issues before. People can play games about exercising without ever exercising their jiggly behinds. People can convince the world that they're a beautiful blonde twentysomething when they're really a middle aged bald guy with a foot fungus. And of course, people can proudly proclaim they're "not ashamed" of Jesus at a click of a button without having to commit to it in "real life."

How did people prove they loved Jesus before the internet? 

They used their lives. 

They followed His commands instead of following Him on Twitter. 

They shared God's word in love instead of threatening hell to people who won't share a picture.

If you don't want to deny Jesus, then don't actually deny Jesus. If people ask what you believe, tell them. If other people deny Jesus, don't agree with them. That's what Matthew 10:33 is referring to.

So the next time you get one in your email, or your news feed, or your Twitter page, or your blahblahblah... Don't let it make you feel guilty. Look at it as a challenge to prove that you love Jesus by obeying Him! I've shared stuff like that before, so I'll do it too. :D

Memory Monday: Fence Wars

It started out as a typical summer day: my sisters and I throwing ourselves around on the swingset, having a good old time, when...

Something suspicious.
A random little boy is in the Yegermanjensens' yard. (We later learned he was a cousin).

As I swung up and down, I caught glimpses of him walking around their backyard with a stick. He looked kind of bored, and as I was going through my "Who could ever not like me" phase, I thought we should be friendly and say hi.

As I proposed the idea, Karissa thought I was crazy. "No. You don't want to do that."
"Why not?" I asked optimistically.
"I don't know. Just don't."
"Oh, let's be friendly!" I chirped as birds perched on my outstretched arms. I think a deer bounded into our yard, too...

So I enthusiastically popped my head up over their fence.
"Hi! My name is Kaylee!" 

In retrospect, maybe my friendliness was taken the wrong way. Maybe he didn't want some random buck-tooth girl beaming at him over the fence while he was reflecting the meaning of life with his trusty walking stick. 

Because then he was all, "Boys are better than girls." 

Without wiping off my flight attendant smile, I replied, "No, they're both equal." 

Then, something unexpected happened: For the first time, I witnessed a human being snap. Fury latched onto his face and drove him to the pear tree by the fence. He roared "BOYS ARE BETTER THAN GIRLS!" and then proceeded to chuck pears at us. 

And then things got stranger. 

The boy's 13 year old sister walked outside. Normally, this would be the part where she witnesses her bratty little brother throwing fruit at strangers' craniums and cries, "Brother! Whatever are you doing? Cease this madness immediately!" 

Nope. Instead she sprayed us with the hose. 

Then she tried to dump a bucket of water on our heads.

It fell in sheets down our fence and mingled with the dirt below. We, the pacifists that we were, just stood there perplexed at the whole ordeal as our oppressors' cackles traveled into the summer heat.

...But eventually they got bored and went inside.
Karissa had her moment of "I told you so," and I indignantly felt my efforts at friendliness wasted.

Maybe he would've been friendlier if I brought him a sandwich... :P

Snow White and the Huntsman

We saw Snow White and the Huntsman on Wednesday.

Are you jealous? Well, you should be.

You probably wouldn't be jealous over the fact that we were late and missed the first 5 minutes of the movie, though. O_o We didn't miss *too* much, so I was still able to enjoy the movie without being lost from an essential piece of information.

But yes. As I said in my previous blog entry, it was cool, creepy, and kind of weird. But I still liked it.

For those of you who don't know the plot, here you go: "In the epic action-adventure Snow White and the Huntsman, Kristen Stewart 

plays the only person in the land fairer than the evil queen (Charlize Theron) 

[who is] out to destroy her. But what the wicked ruler never imagined is that the young woman threatening her reign has been training in the art of war with a huntsman (Chris Hemsworth)

 dispatched to kill her. Sam Claflin

 joins the cast as the prince long enchanted by Snow White's beauty and power." 
~Rotten Tomatoes

So here are my thoughts on the movie.

For a retelling of a fairytale, I thought the plot line was pretty creative. They were able to do a lot with it without totally straying from the traditional story.

The graphics/costume designs were also awesome.

^Costume designer Colleen Atwood, and two of the most elaborate costumes in the movie

The graphics added a lot to the movie, except I think that the forest part was a bit cheesy.

Ok, it was really cheesy. And slightly disturbing. Josh and I were laughing through the whole part. :P

I also thought the brother/sister interaction with Fin (Sam Spruell) and the Queen was a little creepy. His pixie bangs are short enough to be able to display "CREEPER" on his forehead. XP

And on a random note, I noticed that Kristen Stewart's acting was actually a little better in this movie. I mean, I still wouldn't crown her one of the best actresses of our time, but I think she's at least improving. I also noticed that she plays the "most beautiful" role a lot. I wonder if it gets to her head... :P

So yeah. I think if I were to rate this movie, I'd probably give it 3 stars. I didn't think it was awesomely spectacular, but I still liked it enough not to feel like I wasted money to see it. haha :)

And by the way... (SPOILER to those who might want to see it...) apparently Chris Hemsworth's kisses can wake the dead. ;)

Ok, ok, just kidding. XD