Friday, March 23, 2012

The Hunger Games.. Of Course.

Oh my gosh, 3 posts in one week? This is insane. I don't even know who I am right now.

Anyway, on to the important things. The Hunger Games. What else?

I started reading the books almost right when they came out. I got my two cousins into them, and we've been in love ever since. So naturally, we went to the midnight showing together last night.

I tried super hard to not get my hopes up for this. I didn't watch a single preview because I was terrified of being disappointed. In hind sight, I should have watched them to prepare myself.

I'm so torn! On the one hand, I think it was an excellent movie. But if I had not read the book, I think I would have enjoyed it more. Heather and I looked at each other shaking our heads that that's not how the book went probably every 3 minutes. It bothered me a lot. I wish that I could separate the book and movie in my head and just appreciate how great it was, but I've read that book so many times, it just was impossible.

However, my friend pointed out to me that some of relationships weren't played out as much as they could have been. So, if you hadn't read the book, some of the dynamics of certain relationships would be harder to understand.

I felt like Katniss was emotionless for a good part of the movie. There were touching scenes, like when she volunteered, when Rue died, and in the cave. But on the train, in training, and pretty much anything between the reaping and the arena, I felt like she had no character. I didn't see the fighter in her that I picture Katniss to have.

Haymitch. Oh, Haymitch. His character was funny, but I expected a fatter, drunker, more sarcastic, not as lovable Haymitch. But that's just me. I realize that it probably would have taken far too long to develop that character, which would have taken away from time in the Games. So I guess I can deal with that.

I really liked Cinna and Effie, and how they showed the beginnings of the rebellion in District 11. I wasn't expecting that for some reason, and it was perfect. And of course, the actual games were the the highlight.

I loved Peeta, and actually Gale too. The little glimpses of Gale watching Katniss in the games tugged at my heart strings. When I read the books, I was pro Gale during the first one. Peeta seemed too perfect, and I hated that. I don't know why, but boys that are too lovey just bother me. It's why I hate Edward in Twilight. (That, and because Twilight makes me gag.) By the end of book 2, I loved them both. And by the end of book 3, I felt for Gale, but my love went to Peeta. Now I'm just rambling.

I'll probably have to go see at least one or two more times to really evaluate how I feel about it, but for now, my verdict is that I liked the movie, but all of my friends who saw it early and said it was "EXACTLY like the book!" are liars, and I will never trust them again.


The end.



Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Beehive State

 A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I was the happiest I'd ever been.

Ok. It wasn't that long ago, just 3 years. And it wasn't quite a galaxy far away, although Provo, UT seems a little...out of this world, to some.


I was living what felt like the life. I had my dream car, played all day and night, and made life long best friends.


Eventually though, after running out of money, and failing to find a steady job, my parents told me to come on home. 

I hated it. I cried every day, and vowed that I would make no friends, date nobody, and just save all of my money to go back. (I'm not dramatic at all. Ha.)

But then I met someone-and we got married. And this light clicked in my head that THIS was the reason things didn't work out in Utah-because Heavenly Father knew my spouse was here, and this was where I needed to be. 

And ever since the day that my marriage ended, all I've wanted is to go back. Maybe I'm romanticizing it. Maybe it's really not all that it's cracked up to be.

Sometimes I think rationally, and realize that I have it great here-my social life has exploded, I live near my family, and I don't want to miss my niece growing up, or Kelsey and Heather graduating from high school. But a huge part of me has realized what a small town Mesa is-and it feels even smaller when you're divorced. Everybody knows everybody somehow, and sometimes a fresh start sounds like a dream come true.

So why don't I just go, you ask? Well. There's the lack of job in Utah (*cough somebodyfindmeone cough*), the lack of money now, and the reality that I have nothing there but a few idealized memories with friends who have moved on with their lives. 

But sometimes, or way too frequently in my case, it's OK to reminisce, and wish you had a time machine. So I'll do just that today. And probably tomorrow too.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Just a thought

I can't stop thinking about relationships, and how quickly they end and change.

For example, I was laying in bed and on Facebook the other night, and one of my best friends from a couple of years back popped up on my news feed. I understand that things change, and that people change. Our lives are different now than they were back then. But all of a sudden it struck me that I really missed my friend, and I couldn't think of one good reason to explain why we no longer communicate.

It amazes me that you can be close enough to somebody to be in their wedding, and then just months later, you aren't even close enough for them to come to yours.

Or that you can share a last name and a bed with somebody, and all of a sudden, one day, you sign a piece of paper, and know absolutely nothing of their life.

I'm not necessarily complaining. In some ways, I know that it's the right thing. I have friends that I've drifted away from, and I know that there was a rhyme and reason for the time they were in my life. I don't mourn the ending of that time. In certain cases, it's even celebrated.

I don't really know what I'm getting at here. I suppose I'm just a nostalgic person, who loves to be close to people. There's always a certain ache when that closeness fades. And of course, after a while, the ache goes away and I forget about it. But once in a while, there's a little reminder, and I miss the friendships that were once special to me.

However, a small part of me thinks of lyrics from one of my favorite songs, "You say you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed." {The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New.} Maybe that's it. Maybe I just want to be missed, instead of doing the missing. 

This whole post makes little sense, and is just me rambling. It's slightly depressing, so sorry about that.

But it's been on my mind, so there you go.