Category Archives: Peace and Love

Lego my…awesome.

legoPeople never cease to amaze me. It seems I’m continuously shown that I am the least creative person on the planet. I mean, I like Legos. And taking pictures. I could do this. But I would never think to, which is why it’s so COOL.

This guy named Mike Stimpson from England spends 2-3 hours for each photo recreating famous scenes like  “Lunch Atop A Skyscraper” (above), “V.J. Day Times Square” (a poster of which hangs in my bedroom, but I’d take the Lego version, too), and even “Tiananman Square” and “Monk on Fire.”

I don’t know why, but it’s awesome. As John Bailey, associate managing editor of the Daily Campus (where I’m currently toiling away with no time for blogging…obviously)  just commented (on the Tiananmen Square photo, after calling the “Skyscraper” one “cute”), “That’s…well, I don’t know if that one’s cute, but it’s pretty awesome.”

Stimpson has a bunch of other Lego photographs on his site, too. 

Maybe I’ll take pictures of my Barbies in the Dream House. 

Thanks to DatingJesus for the link (which she got from The Daily Beast).

I wanna be a supermodel

I want to start wearing dresses. A lot.

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I want to wear them all the time. I want them to be 40s-50s-and 60s-inspired.

I want to wear them at completely inappropriate times, like out at a UConn party on a Friday night.

I want to look like Zooey Deschanel at all times.

Slight problem — I live in jeans and t-shirts (and sometimes flannel).

Sure, I wear dresses, but usually sun dresses, and usually on special occasions or at least out to a restaurant.

Is it weird that I just want to look like a 1950s housewife?

After all, Julie & Julia (go see it, it was fabulous) has inspired me to cook extravagant meals in my apartment all year (school can wait, food is more important).

I know it won’t come to fruition, but maybe with a pretty dress and a nice apron, I’ll pull off lobster thermidor?

What every girl dreams about

2d415fde-16ee-4e45-aa66-535e15af88d7_enlargedNormalWeddings are everywhere.

As if I didn’t already think about my someday wedding enough (just cuz I’m a girl, darnit!), about a thousand girls I went to high school with are engaged (thanks, Facebook, for keeping me in the loop). And then I go looking for blogs to read, and half of them are about someone getting married. Which is exactly why I just spent at least 20 minutes looking at wedding dresses from Alfred Angelo. I’m pretty sure I found at least 6 that I love, and some bridesmaid dress possibilities, as well.

Now, I’m nowhere close to getting married.

Yes, I have a boyfriend, but I’m still in college and we’ve only been together for 7 months. And as a child of divorced parents who got married too young, I am a firm believer in not rushing into that type of thing.

But like I said, I’m a GIRL.

Not to say that every girl thinks about whether she wants a sweetheart neckline or a mermaid dress, or whether she wants a DJ or a band, or whether she wants to get married at St. Gabriel’s on the beach in Milford. And I mean, not every girl watches Cake Boss or Ace of Cakes or Food Network Challenge and files away ideas in the back of her mind for her future wedding cake. And who says every girl thinks about whether or not she even wants a traditional cake at her wedding – maybe an ice cream sundae bar like Funny Gal KAT or cupcakes? And who would I invite?

And I’m really far away from thinking about whether I would keep my last name, or hyphenate, or just use my maiden name for my byline.

Or whether we’ll get a dog right away or wait until we have a big enough place. And how many years we’ll spend traveling and living the life before we have 2 kids.

I mean, that stuff is so far off.

Not every girl thinks about those things on practically a weekly basis beginning at age 12, especially in such detail. And certainly not me.

John Hughes

<3Jake Ryan<3

<3Jake Ryan<3

I know it’s a little late for this, but I just found this amazing story about John Hughes. It’s a beautiful tribute that shows what a wonderful man he was.

Thanks, DatingJesus, for the link.

the epic saga of Brakes the beagle.

Ok, so I’ve been MIA for like a week, but with good reason. First, I had nothing to write about. Then, this dog ran away and it consumed a lot of my thoughts. (And no one reads this anyway, so what does it matter?)

It’s kind of a long story, so here goes…

My brother works at a place called Paw Play, a doggie daycare. Some of the people who work there run a little animal shelter operation called Pawtectors. They rescued a tiny little beagle from a lab where he spent the first three years of his tiny little life being injected with medicines. You know that whole animal testing thing? Yeah, I’m totally against that, even moreso than I used to be, now that little Brakes (more on that soon) is in my life.

Anyway, they named him Brakes because he has an ID tattooed on the underside of his ear and the last three letters are ABS. Cute, right? So, my brother, being lover of all animals, decides he wants this dog. He has the brilliant idea to show the dog to my mother, and she decides she wants it and takes it for a trial run, starting this past Monday.
She has him for 2 whole days and on the third day (he rose again…no, wait) she picks him up from Paw Play after she gets out of work, and he gets loose. Now, Brakes is the most skittish little creature I’ve ever seen. He’s afraid of everything, and doesn’t even know how to bark. She chased him around for a bit, but he just kept running away.

So I get there about an hour later, and look around for an hour. Finally I find him in this big clearing, but as soon as he realizes I’m coming toward him, he runs into the woods. I did things I thought would never do while trying to catch him, like taking off my shoes and running barefoot through a muddy clearing full of sticks and rocks, and going into the woods alone.

This story could be really dragged out, but I’ll try to cut to the chase. My brother got there soon after, and searched the woods, even sustaining multiple bee stings (which was sort of funny to witness, as he ran from the woods and shouted “it feels like lightning!” and just kept running, kind of like a scene from Jackass), until around 10 p.m. So we were left with no doggy, and lots of tears, and we decided to call it a night.

The next morning, Tommy had to be at work bright and early and share the bad news to his coworkers and bosses. Luckily, they were just concerned about finding the dog, and set out in the rain to search the woods where Brakes was last seen.

He wasn’t spotted, and although we thought the worst could’ve happened, we put signs up everywhere and the cops, warden, and pounds in our town and those surrounding were all aware of our little pup.

That night, my broski got a call that Brakes was spotted by the Pawtectors lady, and she was chasing him through a big graveyard in town near the woods where he was last seen. So, about 10 of his coworkers spent the night chasing him around. They saw him a few times, and the good news was he hadn’t gone far.

The same happened the next day, with the dog being spotted and even momentarily caught the next night. The guy who caught him let him go after Brakes snapped and startled him.
But, morale was still high, and Tommy was excited to get up early yesterday to find the pup. Whoever was out looking spotted him around 8, and T was there in 5 minutes’ time. By 10:30, they had him. He spent the day at the vet getting rehydrated (poor baby hadn’t had a thing to eat or drink in days, and all that running had to tire him out!).
We’re still not sure who’s gonna keep him (we have our fingers crossed that Daddy will cave!), but I don’t think I’ve gone through such an emotional rollercoaster in a very long time. And I knew I loved animals, but this whole incident showed me that I had no clue how much.

Macca at Fenway

Sir Paul
Sir Paul

I went with my dad last night to see Paul McCartney (A BEATLE!!!!) play at Fenway Park. I love the Beatles (can anyone say they don’t?), so I was pretty excited to see the only surviving one (ok, Ringo’s alive, but he so doesn’t count) live.


As someone who likes a lot of music that came out twenty years prior to my birth, I’ve been blessed enough to catch the Rolling Stones five times in concert. Seeing the Beatles would be next on my to-do list.
Unfortunately, due to the deaths of the two awesomest (I know it isn’t a word) Beatles, the nicest Beatle and a kick-ass band would have to do.
And they were pretty kick-ass. The drummer, Abe Laboriel, Jr., looked almost pained as he bashed the drums. He kind of looks like the big Hawaaiian guy in Forgetting Sarah Marshall. But you could tell he’s been having the time of his life for the 30 years he’s backed up Sir Paul.
The guitarist and Keyboard/some kind of weird fake horn/harmonica player were also superb.
But Paul. SO good. At first, I couldn’t help but think that with all his plastic surgery, he looked a lot more like my 81-year-old grandmother than everyone’s favorite Beatle. However, it didn’t take long for me to remember why everybody loves him.
Macca engaged everyone in the stadium (which was a TON of people), sharing anecdotes between almost every song and taking in the praise of his audience. In a particularly adorable moment, he spoke of how the Beatles could never hear themselves sing in the early days because of how loud the girls were screaming. Of course, this prompted a very looong scream from the girls (read: middle aged+ women) in the crowd. After the next song, he said he just couldn’t get enough of it, and did it again.
He really was funny. And he sounded GREAT. Not only did his fingers manuever around his lefty guitar as nimbly as ever, but his voice sounded really good, for the most part.
McCartney opened with “Drive My Car” before going into a few of his solo songs and some songs by Wings. The majority of the show was a big ol’ Beatles sing-a-long, though, and it was fabulous.
I have to admit I was on the verge of emotional tears singing the “na na nas” of “Hey Jude” with thousands of people. And the beauty of acoustic numbers like “Blackbird” and “Yesterday” gave me chills.
I also loved the awesome pyrotechnic/firework display during “Live and Let Die” and the ’60s dance moves (mashed potato and all) of the Sarah Palin clone sitting in front of me.
Paul paid tribute to his long-gone friends, mentioning his late wife Linda more than a few times, much to my pleasure (I love Linda, and screw that Heather Mills bitch). He started “Something” with a ukelele, paying homage to my first favorite Beatle, George Harrison, and got everyone to cheer and give a standing ovation for John Lennon. However, I’ve gotta admit, the song he sang after that ovation, one he wrote for Lennon after his untimely death, was downright horribly crafted. Sorry, Paul.
Overall, it was an incredible experience. The fire the Beatles ignited in America in the ’60s was apparent as the older folks all around me danced their hearts out to “Back in the U.S.S.R.,” and it was awesome to snag a piece of the history the Beatles made.

(500) days of summer

Movie review time!

500days First things first, I have a MASSIVE girl crush on Zooey Deschanel, so I might be a little bit biased. (Oh-em-gee, if wikipedia is correct, we share a birthday. Ahhh!!) But I think even if I despised her, this movie would be great.

(500) Days of Summer‘ is quirky and it’s fun. Tom Hansen, played brilliantly by Joseph Gordon-Levitt (aka that kid from 3rd Rock From the Sun), could be a great architect but instead he writes greeting cards.

Summer Finn (Deschanel) comes in as his boss’ (Clark Gregg, who I could not for the life of me place, but just realized it’s Julia Louis-Dreyfuss’ ex in ‘The New Adventures of Old Christine’) assistant. Tom pretty much falls in love with her immediately.

‘Summer’ floats around Tom and Summer’s relationship, with nifty little placards (I mean, I guess they could be called placards, but not really…) indicating which day of the relationship the scene will be.

The voice-over who narrates key parts of the film warns that ‘Summer’ “is not a love story,” which seems a little confusing, because clearly the entire thing is about a romantic relationship.

Clarity came when I saw that the tagline on the poster outside the theatre read, “This is not a love story. It is a story about love.” And it is. These are two very different things.

‘Summer’ highlights the most raw feelings we encounter when we are in love – Gordon-Levitt’s walk to work turns into a musical number as he leaves his house after sleeping with Summer for the first time. We feel his pain when she tells him, after running through Ikea pretending each room display was part of their house and crashing into a bed (“Darling, I don’t know how to tell you this, but there’s a Chinese family in our bathroom,” Tom says in one of the funniest moments of the movie, complete with the whole family staring at the couple lying in bed), that she’s not looking for anything serious.

Their struggles with defining what they are – Tom is head over heels in love, Zooey doesn’t believe in love after her parent’s divorce – are at the core of the film.

There are twists, and this is not a traditional cookie-cutter rom-com. In the end, the guy doesn’t win over the girl who stomped on his heart over pancakes. If you’re looking for a picture perfect ending, be warned. But ‘Summer’ is compelling and touching through and through. Even if the ending isn’t what you expect, it’s a different kind of happily-ever-after.

Find (much more in-depth) reviews here and here.


i mean LOOK at him
i mean LOOK at him

In just over 24 hours, I will be anxiously awaiting the arrival of Incubus on stage at the Tweeter Comcast Center in Mansfield, Mass.

I am very excited to be breathing the same air as one of my oldest crushes.
That is all.
‘Til then, I’m going to be house-slash-dog sitting for my auntie and friendsitting (ok, not really) my best girl friend and my best guy friend (not to be confused with my best boyfriend).
Tostitos and pineapple-infused Skyy await 🙂