Short and Sweet (kinda like me)

I haven't been a good blogger lately. I've been busy trying to pack up my entire life for the big homecoming tomorrow. There's a whole system. Trying to decide what gets to be long term storage, short term storage, and what gets to grace my presence for the next six months is difficult to say the least.

Speaking of packing, I discovered my old journal and took a few minutes to flip through it...almost immediately there were tears in my eyes...because I was laughing so hard! OMG Was I ever really that young and stupid?! Apparently, I was. One great thing was seeing references to friends like Cassie, Becka, and Star, and realizing how long they've been in my life and all of the things that we've been through. Here's a reminder of what we were like back then...

P.S. Don't judge us, these photos were all taken over ten years ago...and yes, Star is wearing an Elmo shirt. (Actually, I also know for a fact that Cassie is wearing a Tweety Bird bathing suit in the pool photo, too bad that wasn't caught on camera)

To Write Love On Her Arms

Me

Puff, puff, pass...

BTW...someone in my building is so getting a lesson in reefer madness right now...I guess that's the price I pay for opening my windows.

Awesomely Bad...

It’s a widely known fact that I LOVE movies. I love all movies, all genres, horror is even growing on me...slowly. One of my favorite genres is Awesomely Bad. You know, the type of movie that is so, so bad that it becomes awesome?!

Anyway, so I’m watching Weekend at Bernie’s the other night and it strikes me just how many 80’s movies can be categorized as awesomely bad, except of course, The Goonies, which is just awesome, oh and The Princess Bride is just fab. The hair, the clothes, the outrageous storylines...I mean come on...all those John Hughes movies, which I love of course, they are all horrible and yet...still awesome.

Take Pretty in Pink, there is just some weird stuff in there, I mean Duckie for one, and seriously, I know it was the 80’s, but still the title of the movie is Pretty in Pink, so shouldn’t the prom dress be pretty, not horrifically ugly?! Also, every time I watch it some twisted part of me really wants Molly Ringwald to end up with James Spader, now there’s a movie! Maybe I’ve just seen Secretary too many times...anyway...I digress...a lot of 80’s movies are just plain silly and I love them. If you, like my friend Becka, are sadly behind in your 80’s movie viewing here are some must sees:

Weekend at Bernie’s, two dudes dragging a corpse around the Hamptons equals serious comedy.

John Hughes classics like Breakfast Club, Some Kind of Wonderful, and Pretty in Pink, if you haven’t seen these movies, you probably suck at pop culture trivia.

Pretty much anything with Shelley Long is awesomely bad 80’s comedy. Money Pit is great with some early Tom Hanks action, Hello Again with Irish hottie Gabriel Byrne (yeah the guy from The Usual Suspects), and Troop Beverly Hills, one of my all time favs.


Mannequin, Kim Cattrall as a mannequin, who comes to life and falls in love with Andrew McCarthy, what’s not to love?

Oh, and Lucas, with Corey Haim, the redhead chick from The Goonies, a verrrrryyy young Winonna Ryder, and a young and studly Charlie Sheen (before all the rehab and hookers).

Adventures in Babysitting, just watch it.

Teen Witch, it was on the Disney Channel for years so I've seen it about 100 times. It is a must see for all 80’s movie fans, plus a great makeover which I’m a sucker for. Oh, and some rad 80’s rapping!

Can’t forget Goldie Hawn favorites like Overboard and Protocol. My mom always said I was like Private Benjamin, “Where are the condos?”


As stated above, not all 80’s movies are awesomely bad, some are just awesome, Stand By Me, Steel Magnolias, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Silverado, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, Empire of the Sun, Back to the Future, and The Untouchables, to name a few.

Here are a some that I can’t quite place. Help me out, awesomely bad or just plain awesome?

Beetlejuice
Ghostbusters
National Lampoon's Vacation
Fast Times at Ridgemont High


To sum up, “What’s your damage, Heather?” (If you don’t know this quote, go shoot yourself in the foot)

What's your favorite 80's movie?

Opps...and the Olympics!

Okay, so maybe I haven’t been too good with this whole blogging thing. Becks told me I’ve been a bad blogger so I’ll try to remedy that. So here’s my Becka inspired
blog...

Have I ever told you how much I love the Olympics?! No? Well, I do. It’s really funny, because everyone knows that I care nothing for sports, but every two years, for two weeks, I become an expert at all kinds of random sports. There is something so exciting and wonderful about the Olympic Games to me. From the opening to closing ceremonies, I watch, wait, and cheer. For me it’s all about the people and their stories. I’m really not a cryer, I’m just not sensitive in that way, in fact, I’ve even been called an ice queen on occasion, but something about the Olympics changes me. Watching the little tiny Chinese gymnasts roll out these hugely amazing flips, knowing that they were basically ripped from their parents hands at age three to train, makes my heart grow. Yes, even a grinch like me. Seeing people do what everyone couldn’t be done makes me all mushy inside. I just love rooting for the underdog and cheering on my country. Witnessing the American men “smash” the French in that 4x100 relay was just crazy exhilarating.



Becka and I are staying at my parents beach house for a few days and when she got here I told her I hoped she like the Olympics, because we were watching them no matter what. She said that was great because she really likes them too. I said, “No, I love the Olympics.” She said, “Well, yeah, me too.” So last night we were watching and first I was giving a running commentary on the men’s beach volleyball, then when I got into the synchronized diving, she said, “Man, you do love the Olympics!” I said, “I told you!”
For two weeks, every two years, I rattle off stats, results, and world records. Just when I get to the height of my mania it ends and I’m sad for about a week. I have to shove my craziness back down and then I appear like the normal sports shunning girl everyone knows and loves...




...at least, until the next Olympics.

My First Blog

So I’m trying this whole blog thing again. It should be interesting, at least to me. I blogged pretty consistently back when I was in college so maybe if I get going again I’ll be able to keep up with it.

I’m going to try to chronicle my “exciting” life as a special effects make-up artist. It’ll probably be more about my struggle to make it in the business...ha ha ha...

Don’t be expecting all these crazy stories about Hollywood nightlife. I’m not exactly a “club kid.” I think that phrase actually went out in the 80’s so that just shows you how far I am from hanging out with LC and the rest of the Hills crew.

Right now the most exciting thing about me is the return of my insomnia, which sucks, but hey, it gives me more time for the internet, which is probably the last thing that I need.

Wow this post is kind of a Debbie Downer, especially for the first one, I didn’t mean it to be, bummer man. Well, next time I’ll tell some awesome story about being on set. I do actually love my job, and there aren’t a lot of people who can say that.

To be continued...