Likes/Dislikes

Likes:

• Water with lemon
• Sleeping/cuddling in a big comfy bed all day
• Hummus
• Playing with cameras/camera apps
• Spending time indoors with the family
• Netflix
• Fresh air
• New clothes
• Daydreaming about what my life can be

Dislikes:

• Having to wake up and go to work
• Being nervous about any new situation
• Letting anxiety get the best of me
• Arguing with people who care the most
• Dreaming more than doing
• Going to bed upset
• Feeling inadequate
• Comparing myself to other people
• Caring what other people think

And that’s all folks. On to the next one…

Some Facts…

• My favorite time of the day is when the sun is beginning to set and everything is golden, especially in the summer when you can still feel the warmth on your skin.
• The dill pickles from the Country Cottage in Jim Thorpe, PA are honestly one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. I cannot eat and thoroughly enjoy any other pickles.
• I largely dislike when people don’t respond to my text messages, phone calls, or any attempt to communicate. One thing to do it when it’s just a simple statement. But when I ask a question or, even worse, I haven’t talked to you in a while and I thought we were really good friends…you’re hurting my feelings.
• I’m trying really hard to not let the little things bother me (see failure above). I want to make sure I worry about the right people and the right things, instead of wasting precious moments giving a crap about people/things that obviously don’t give one about me.

Slumdog Millionaire better be one hell of a movie.

As promised, a recap of Oscar fashion and the event itself!
If you don't read the entertainment section of the paper, or watch the news, then you don't know that Slumdog Millionaire basically won everything it was nominated for, including Best Picture.
Last year, I had a goal to watch every nominee for the coveted spot and I accomplished. I want to see this movie, and all of the runners-up (though I did see Benjamin Button and loved it), but I'm very concerned that all of the hype may ruin my opinion.

Anyway.
Fashion.
I shall preface my display of likes and dislikes by saying nothing really absolutely JUMPED out at me. But its gorgeous dresses on gorgeous people.

Halle Berry isn't one of my favorite actresses or anything but she is a little slice of perfection (I prefer her with the long locks) and for a chick with a kid, she lookin' damn fine. The gold and black complimented her skin perfectly!
Penelope Cruz is so exotically beautiful and naturally sexy, I'm jealous. I've never felt this feminine or beautiful in my life. She looked like a princess.
I have a thing for Indian women. They are absolutely stunning. And their culture astounds me to boot. So Freida Pinto probably could've worn a sack and I'd still think she was gorgeous. Instead, she wore a John Galliano gown and looked incredible.
Meryl Streep is the bomb. She is so amazing. She looks amazing all the time. I don't care what anyone says.

Also, I might be biased, but Natalie Portman was perfection last night. She's so cool, she's flawless, and she looked fantastic. But I'll always think it so.
And here are some of my...least favorites.
For starters, I don't like Miley Cyrus. She is 15...16? I dunno. But she sure tries to act like an adult. Enjoy being a kid! Stop dressing like a slut! And that dress probably would be gorgeous on someone older, more sophisticated. Mean? Maybe. Sorry. But I just feel like she would've done better in something simpler or not as heavy.

Jessica Biel = Frump City. It's the Oscars!!! The Academy Awards! A tradition for over 80 years!!!!! And you are going to wear an ill-fitting white dress with a big flap on the front? Wow. Nice choice.
Viola Davis is gorgeous. I didn't see Doubt, but I don't doubt (haha) that she did a great job. But all I could think was that I could go to DEB in the mall and buy that exact dress for 7 dollars on clearance. It's just so cheap looking. That material is just bad.

Keep the sunglasses on Mickey Rourke. You scare me.

As for the winners...way to go Kate Winslet, even though you pissed me off earlier by accepting a compliment without returning one back (something I would do) and reminding me that celebrities really only care about the affection poured on themselves. Good job Sean Penn, the whole situation in which he won was hysterical. Good job Heath Ledger, RIP.

And one more thing I forgot to mention.
I love you Seth Rogen. I shall follow you anywhere you go. You look amazing.
What a change from just last year!
Also, this was the best part of the evening:


Enjoy folks!

Debbie Downer

It's unfortunate that its only two days after my initial funk that I am still being called a Debbie Downer, despite the fact that I mood has picked up significantly.
Maybe I am just that pessimistic. I never really liked to think of myself as negative, but man, I do usually think the worst in every situation.
Maybe this feeds into that too much, but I would like to share with you my current likes and dislikes. Perhaps I should do the dislikes first. To end on a positive note.

Dislikes of the Moment:
- Feeling fat and constantly obsessing about the reappearance of a double chin and jiggly thighs.
- My hair, which is growing out annoyingly, and the fact that I hate it even though probably no one notices anything wrong with it.
- Being broke and being depressed about the next check, not being stoked about it.
- Being insecure about everything.
- People disliking the EX and pretending to be friends one second, that hating him the next.
- Friendship fading.
- My messy room reflecting my messy life.
- Thinking about the future.
- Slacking on reading.
- People who can ruin my mood with just their presence.
- Waking up exhausted.

Likes of the Moment:
- The weather, which has gone from icy ice cold to slightly warmer and sunnier with the promise of Spring.
- My hot pink Doc Martens boots.
- Imaging myself with a septum piercing.
- The promise of good pre-streets in the back room of Blockbuster on Wednesdays.
- Replacing jeans with leggings of all colors and designs.
- Music that makes me feel sexy, even if I have no one to be sexy with right now. (i.e. Minus the Bear, Kings of Leon, etc.)
- Thinking about tomorrow's outfit.
- A good bottle or can of beer.
- Vintage pins to spruce up wearing the same old sweaters.
- Seth Rogen.
- Having a little bit of cash on me.
- Being able to pull my hair back.
- Looking forward to the weekend.
- Pictures of good times.
- Big cans of hairspray.
- Brightly colored eyeshadows and looking good in the morning.
- My greenish tealish skinny jeans.
- My cell phone and texting constantly.
- Thinking about having my own place.
- Lines from Hiroshima Mon Amour that I cannot find online unfortunately.
- Jazz dance.

See, there is more I like right now. I just never let it settle in.
I gotta do that.
As for right now, its gorgeous out. I feel like I should be doing something, or going somewhere. But there's nothing to do (fun, anyway. I should work on my homework) and nowhere to really go until later. For now, I'll crank my music and keep the window open and the sunshine comin' in.

The beginning...

and sort of the end.
But that's always the way it is. One portion of your life begins, and that previous one usually concludes.

I am Michal Lynn. A senior in my last semester at King's College in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania.
You may notice my previous blog. I was in London for about two months this summer.
It was an interesting time in my life.
I loved it and I hated it.
But now things are good.

I have always loved writing. I mean, even if its not a story like I used to write, or a screenplay like I used to want to write, or a journal like I used to keep, expressing my feelings in some form has always helped. Unfortunately, I've let the craziness block myself from being as creative or expressive as I used to be.

That's okay though. I've been through a lot. We all have. Or we all will.

But I wanted to write, to remember my last days as a school student, before I go into the real world. And then maybe I'll stay here and continue to write as my life goes on, and another chapter begins.

To set the story, I am a crazy gal. 21. I like to have fun, but I am also shy and quiet sometimes.
I have had my heartbroken. It's not completely mended yet. It gets in the way of things.
But I don't let it get me down.
Instead of being sad and worrying about things 24-7 like I spent most of my life the last few years, I've found myself happier, a little more independent, and still nutty, in good ways and in bad ways.
I love music. I love movies. I love TV shows on DVD. I love Time Management games on Arcadetown and iWin. I love clothes. I love cutting my hair short. I've recently gotten into dying my hair. This is techincally the second time I've done it in my life. One time, from a box, I had two friends, one my roomie Tracy, the other my ex Ed, put Fuschia Flash streaks in my hair. At first I was upset. Then I fell in love. Then it got weird and faded out into awful brassy red and yellow streaks. I had to get it done professionally in brown to cover it up...I don't count that, because brown is my natural color.
Now I have it done in black. Unpermanent. It's fading now, because its getting close to the 28 or so shampoos it would take. But I sort of have a mission this year. Try every color once. And if I like one, stick to it, for a while anyway. None of it permanent. Chameleon like. For fun. To get a fresh feeling of confidence or a new perspective. Mostly because I'm curious haha.

I also have a goal to go back to reading books more. I've already done two since I made this goal last Monday. First: Queen of Babble by Meg Cabot. Second: Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk. Obviously two very different books. I want to expand my horizon and exercise my brain.

As for classes, I have four this semester. It being my last, I have some pretty relaxed ones. Radio and TV Announcing (I am a Mass Communications major, and I enjoy the radio), Film Studies (love movies, as mentioned above), Multimedia Applications for the Internet (Photoshop and Flash and stuff...graphic design can be fun) and Jazz Dance (because I've always secretly wanted to be a backup dancer).

These are the things you may hear of. With people being introduced and removed from the situations along the way. Such is my life.

So long for now.