So, I finally got a chance to head out to Ye Olde Movie Theatre and see the highly talked about and anticipated Monsters University after wanting to see it since its release back in June.
Honestly, with the way that Disney and Pixar have been popping out sequels to classic movies to bring back a crazy case of nostalgia for most college-age young adults all over the world, I was a little unsure of what I was walking into. All of my friends have been raving about how good it is and even seeing it multiple times. I mean, these are people who can barely afford to eat something that isn't Ramen, so them spending $7 or more on multiple movie tickets to the SAME movie had to say something. But, still. I'm not THAT easily persuaded.
But, I have to admit that it was pretty damn adorable. I'm a spoiler-free blogger, so I won't give any of the details away for those who still haven't seen it and want to see it, but I definitely recommend it to any college-goers and families with children.
The great thing about Pixar is that they usually include a bunch of handy life lessons in all their films. MU was no exception to that. After walking away from the dark theater, I felt like I'd actually learned a thing or two. So, here are somethings you may take away from a couple of not-so-scary monsters.
1. You don't have to be a college graduate or even college-educated in order to be successful and achieve your goals.
2. Best friends can be found under the strangest circumstances and may be some of the biggest surprises in this crazy life.
3. Just because you're the "little guy" doesn't mean you can't do big things and show off some major self-confidence.
4. Everyone is afraid of something.
5. Sometimes not having a plan leads to the best things.
Maybe some of those are silly or I'm just reading way too deep into a children's animated movie. I don't care.
The point of this is you should go check out Monsters University if you haven't already. Also, while we're having this great conversation, tell me in the comments some lessons you've learned from other movies. I'd love to hear some of them! I don't bite (often).
Showing posts with label Life goals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life goals. Show all posts
July 14, 2013
February 4, 2013
Did I Do That?
Have you ever been talking to someone you've known for a while and then, totally out of the blue, they ask you if you remember a really embarrassing moment that happened a long time ago? That happens to me all the time. I remember pretty much everything that can be considered worth remembering or even worth forgetting, but every once in a while, someone brings up something and I have no idea what they are talking about.
Me: ... and then my toe turned blue and I nearly pissed myself. My life is so cray-cray unbelievable sometimes!
Them: Speaking of your life! Do you remember that time when you snort-farted on that one Thursday in that one class that one year when you were wearing that blue shirt?
Me: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Them: You're shitting me! You've got to remember it! It was a classic Angela moment!
Me: No, I really don't.
Me: Am I being Punk'd?
Me: Do I get to meet Ashton?
Them: What?
Me: What?
So, after that, I'm just obsessed with trying to remember this one moment of my life that, of all the mortifying things that have happened to me, I seem to have repressed from my memory. And that string of thoughts morphs into me thinking about how many other memories I don't remember that someone else remembers and will probably tell stories about without me being aware at all. How many blackmail-worthy memories about me are out there that I don't know about? Probably a million. And when I'm totally famous and have millions of dollars, you just know that ALL of the embarrassing stories are going to come out from under the bed of my life.
I'm not ashamed of my past or the moments that I'd probably love to have never happened. I'm just going to be very pissed if I find out old classmates or best friends are making money off my humiliation. I want to cash-in on that sucker. It's my life, after all! I deserve to be monetizing myself! Who needs prostitution when you can get paid for being totally awkward and clumsy? Don't sell your body, sell your pain!
And let's face it, I'll probably need the extra cash to pay for my diabetes (pronounced die-uh-beat-us) medication (because y'all know I'm going to totally have high glucose levels for the rest of my life from all the Sour Patch Kids I eat every week) that I'll buy out of pocket because I'll be too lazy to fill out forms for health insurance.
Wait. Where was I going with this?
Anyway, the lesson here is that you should never leave your house because then there are absolutely no chances of doing anything in the least bit embarrassing where people will actually see you and then proceed to form memories about that embarrassing moment involving you. Also, if you never leave your house, your chances of dying probably go down so that's a bonus! Also, don't sell your body to pay for insulin. It's not worth it. Look how Nick Jonas turned out.
New life goal: Don't become Nick Jonas. Or smoke crack.
Me: ... and then my toe turned blue and I nearly pissed myself. My life is so cray-cray unbelievable sometimes!
Them: Speaking of your life! Do you remember that time when you snort-farted on that one Thursday in that one class that one year when you were wearing that blue shirt?
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| Lindsey, it's the crack talking! |
Them: You're shitting me! You've got to remember it! It was a classic Angela moment!
Me: No, I really don't.
Me: Am I being Punk'd?
Me: Do I get to meet Ashton?
Them: What?
Me: What?
So, after that, I'm just obsessed with trying to remember this one moment of my life that, of all the mortifying things that have happened to me, I seem to have repressed from my memory. And that string of thoughts morphs into me thinking about how many other memories I don't remember that someone else remembers and will probably tell stories about without me being aware at all. How many blackmail-worthy memories about me are out there that I don't know about? Probably a million. And when I'm totally famous and have millions of dollars, you just know that ALL of the embarrassing stories are going to come out from under the bed of my life.
I'm not ashamed of my past or the moments that I'd probably love to have never happened. I'm just going to be very pissed if I find out old classmates or best friends are making money off my humiliation. I want to cash-in on that sucker. It's my life, after all! I deserve to be monetizing myself! Who needs prostitution when you can get paid for being totally awkward and clumsy? Don't sell your body, sell your pain!
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| He looks sad and homeless. What's with the Eddie Munster hair? It's totally because of the diabetes. |
Wait. Where was I going with this?
Anyway, the lesson here is that you should never leave your house because then there are absolutely no chances of doing anything in the least bit embarrassing where people will actually see you and then proceed to form memories about that embarrassing moment involving you. Also, if you never leave your house, your chances of dying probably go down so that's a bonus! Also, don't sell your body to pay for insulin. It's not worth it. Look how Nick Jonas turned out.
New life goal: Don't become Nick Jonas. Or smoke crack.
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