Oops, I Did It Again.

I dyed my hair again. 

What can I say? I have a deep desire to be a ranga. "But he's a ranga!"

Summer Heights High anyone? 

I also read a few books and watched a few movies last week. Here are some gems I discovered.

This is one of those books you hear about all the time but never actually get around to reading. Well, I finally took the plunge and it was great. I honestly believe there are certain books that change how you look at things and this is one of them. Great writing, great idea, and great characters. After I put this down the word "wow" came out of my mouth. Actually. If I could meet Mitch Albom I would be a happy lass.

I don't even know where to begin. I've taken a few classes where we're taught to rip apart a persons writing. Most of the time (99% of the time) people write really similar. They use short sentences when making an urgent point, they talk about things they've only experienced personally, and they use description when they're trying to be sentimental. They leave the main point or as I like to call it, the big kazaam (in honour of Shaq), for the end of the paragraph because it seems more impacting. (I don't want you to think there's anything wrong with that, it's up to you how you write.) Sometimes though, you come upon a book that's written so differently that the impact of what they're saying in it, or not saying, is like a crater in your mind. Every word and every structure of a sentence means more not just to the plot but to you. You become the character and suddenly it's more than a book. This one is written from a child's point of view and all I can say is go read it yourself and be amazed too. 

Call me crazy, but I really liked this movie. It's nice, and rare, to see an actor like Zac Galifinaskis, who I sadly missed in Waterton, who's always "the funny" be in a more serious role and actually pull it off, unlike some people. Anybody remember Jack Black in King Kong? "It was beauty that killed the beast"... Barf! It's interesting so give it a try.

I. Loved. This. Movie. Ryan Gosling is great, the story is intriguing, and I can honestly say I was choked up multiple times. Heck, so was my dad. It's a different kind of story line and at first I wondered what the heck I was doing watching it but almost in the blink of an eye I was emotionally invested and realized the depth of it all. 

Looking over this list I can't help but think how weird they all must sound. The first one's about death, the second one's about a boy who is a captive in a room his whole life, the third about some kid in a psych ward and the fourth a guy in love with a doll. Please don't judge me? Just give them all a chance. They might not be "Twilight" or the new transformers movie, but I don't think that's a bad thing. They're different, and sometimes different is really refreshing.

Oh, and P.S. anyone have any other interesting reads or movies they wanna suggest?

Thoughts

Yesterday I went on a nice long run at Hawrelak Park. The trees arched over the trail shading it just enough to make the temperature bearable and there were a ton of people out exercising which is always a motivator. I wanted to run farther and faster and found myself smiling stupidly at every runner that went by. When I saw a bridge I went off course and ran on it just for the heck of it and then took a break just hanging out by the river. It was probably the best run I've had in my entire life. I felt great about myself as I leaned over the edge with my head in my hands and just... thought. For some reason one memory came to mind right then and I haven't been able to get it out ever since.

I was sitting in my living room talking to my roommates one night. We were complaining about our bodies and all the things we eat. One of them said, "Well, I shouldn't say anything when I just had cake yesterday." I piped in, "I know, I had 3 pieces I'm such a pig." She turned to me as if what she was about to say was a common known fact.

"Ya, but Kelsey your body loves you."

The more I think about it the more there is a muster of emotions; mostly guilt. I have complained at some point about every single part of me. You might not believe me, but I promise I have made it possible. Just last week I found myself whining about my chubby knee caps (is that even possible?). I've cried over being too skinny (just in the chest department haha) and I've cried over being too fat. There are days when I eat everything under the Sun and then somedays I'm too busy and just forget to eat. I'll go on running spurts where all I want to do is bike and run and then other times I'll sit on my plump white bottom for months on end watching Friends reruns. To say I'm a little inconsistent is a bit of an understatement. Thankfully, its put up with the chocolate and the chips and hidden it where no one can really notice. It's pulled through when I decide that I suddenly want to be active and think I can run 5k right off the bat (I've only barfed once! haha). It still manages to play with kids all day even when I stay up late watching Milo and Otis, or something equally as random, though I know I have to work in 4 hours.

Despite all of these ups and downs I've finally realized my body has loved me, and am embarrassed that for so long I never loved it back. So, let's just have the love be mutual, ok body? I promise not to waste anymore time taking you for granted.


Oh, and P.S. I blame these guys for polluting how young girls think of themselves. Barf.

And let me just say it's good to be blogging again.