Bolly, Bolly, Bolly! Please Pass the Garlic Naan

I know I blog alot about movies, but I just have to saw I have had a re-awakening of some type. The other day, I momentarily left the world of Hollywood and entered into the world of Bollywood.

Bollywood: (Hindi: बॉलीवुड, Urdu: بالیوُڈ) the informal name given to the popular Mumbai-based Hindi language film industry in India.

It all started the day I watched the Indian spinoff of Pride and Prejudice called "Bride and Prejudice". It's the greatest thing since Mouling Rouge. They sing a song called "No Life Without Wife". The little girl I babysit and I like to sing and dance to it . Then my friend who came home from Malaysia showed me a real Bollywood from India. It probably was the funniest thing I have ever seen. I am hooked. I can't get enough of the bright costumes, hilarious dancing, and the Brad Pitt/Tom Cruise/George Clooney of Bollywood: Shahrukh Khan.

If you haven't seen Bride and Prejudice, I highly recomend it. You can sing and dance to No Life Without Wife with me.

What you may refer to me as this summer thus far

The lover of all things Supreme Burger Supreme that is. I haven't been there in like a year, and I have been missing out on so much. Even if you don't like burgers, don't eat burgers, or whatever, just stand inside the building and inhale the lovely smell of all things supreme.

The Queen of Pre-Teen Drama I was there with Lizzy when she was on a class field trip to Italy and was mistaken for an Italian pop singing sensation in Lizzie McGuire's own movie, landed a tripple toe-loop with the Ice Princess, helped Hillary (aka princetongirl) escape from her evil stepmother to meet Chad (aka noman) in a Cinderella Story. I witnessed Lindsay and Jamie Lee switch bodies and Jamie Lee grabbing her behind saying "This is definetly not mine!" in Freaky Friday. And recently, I had the privledge to meet the ocean's very own Aquamarine!

Advid Superman fan Hello, have you seen this guy?

Citizen of Stars' Hollow Go ahead, just laugh but like I have said before, I am absolutly addicted to Gilmore Girls. I am currently watching season 4. It basically rocks!

Freshman I offically leave in 7 weeks. My mom and I made my list of what I need to do/get before I go, I still don't know who I am rooming with, and I have started a nasty habit of biting my nails (I thought I was supposed to leave that stage at about 12) I have also realized that by going to SUU, I am rebelling both ways: I will be a T-bird and my school colors are red and white. Whoa, in yo' face Bulldawgs and Cougs!

Why I love July 4th

The Parade Pre-show

I didn't spend the night this year, but my dad made pancakes for us...one step up for the Houghton's

The Parade

A 15 year tradition

My grandpa's sincere smiles

And don't forget the fireworks!

...And then some

The End!

I felt a funeral in my brain

...and it basically rocked!

Yesterday during church, I was thinking about what I will be like when I am an old lady. Will I have a white fro or "whisper" to another old lady friend during a relief society lesson when I am really talking quite loudly. The only way I could think of myself old was to compare myself to the ladies in my family(cause of that whole genetics thing).

Lady number one: my mom
Well, my mom isn't even close to being old or even old looking so she's out

Lady number 2 and 3: my grandmothers
Both of my grandmothers are older, but they still dye their hair. My dad's mom's hair is black and my mom's mom's hair is brown. They don't match the right hair criteria, so they're out.

Lady number 4: My greatgrandmother
She is definintely old (not to be rude, but she is like 80) My mom reassured me that I wouldn't be like her because she is really subborn and grumpy. So I guess she's out too.(She kind of reminds me of Dolly Parton for some reason. She doesn't look like her, doesn't act like her, doesn't even sound like her, but for some reason, whenever I see Dolly Parton, I think of grandma great.)

I don't know, I guess I will just have to wait and see.
I just hope I don't end up looking like this.

Help wanted: A new writer for the online blog Hey Jude
I'm frest out of ideas to write about, I have hit what I call a "writer's cramp". So, I dedicate this post to what I did today.
Today, I woke up. I didn't get dressed because well, it's summer, I'm almost 18, I graduated from high school, and I live in America (any questions?) I ate some Life cereal. I then turned on the telly only to find that my lovely siblings were already watching Spongebob and Caillou. So, I went to my bedroom and read Harry Potter 6 because I have a feeling Harry will be making a comeback sometime next year. I then watched this Martha Stewart wedding show with my mutha. I then watched some of the third season of the Gilmore Girls (laugh/roll your eyes if you will, but I am hooked!) My aunt Cristina came over and I chatted with her. Then I watched my soaps, Days of Our Lives and Passions. I then went back to Stars Hallow (GG) and watched for a couple of hours. I then started to load the dishwasher. I ate Wendy's for dinner (only because my dad and brothers are gone) and watched some good ol' celebrity gossip. I am now typing at the computer, boring you all with my boring life.
To make this post more interesting, here's a picture of my brother:

Happy 666!

Here are my lists of 6...here by popular demand

Things I want to do before I die:
1. Travel east from Utah (I'm dying to see Colorado!)
2. Meet Andy Roddick so I can prove to myself he really isn't cute in real life
3. Egg someone's house (maybe Ms. Snyder, but that would be way too mean)
4. Run a mile and actually enjoy it

5. Learn how to speak Polish
6. Tell my grandkids about all my adventures that started because 3 friends and I found a pair of pants that magically fit us all

Thing I cannot do:
1. Read The Hobbit without falling asleep by page 7
2. A freaking cartwheel!
3. Win a reality TV show
4. Wear cowboy boots and leggings
5. Grasp the whole atoms/electron/neuron concept
6. Understand poetry (especially Thanatopsis!)

Things that attracted me to my spouse:
1-6. NA

Things I say often:
1. Sweet
2. Shutup
3. Oh Snap!
4. I don't know
5. Whatever
6. Uh...

Books I love:
1. Pride and Prejudice
2. Kill a Mockingbird
3. Emma
4. Jane Eyre
5. Out of the Dust
6. Sloppy Firsts

Movies I could watch over and over:
1. Walk the Line
2. Mouling Rouge
3. Sons of Provo
4. Legally Blonde
5. Pride and Prejudice
6. Better off Dead

People who should fill out these super cool lists and be super cool like me:
1. No Name Good Enough
2. November Guest
3. My mutha
4. Cristina
5. Brooklyn
6. Someone else...

What Happens When My Mom Leaves My Brother and I Out In the Car At Wal-Mart For An Hour

Funny? Yeah, the people in the car next to us thought so too!

It's like sliced bread...but better!

Me and 2 of "the girls" on our way to the senior dinner dance. Lauren made her dress in 2 days (basically amazing), someone said I looked like Belle, and Tristan wore that oh-so-cute skirt at her sister's wedding.

Good food, a specail free employee tour of Thanksgiving gardens, and a dance with Winston Larson. Need I say more?

The Thing About The Chicken and The Egg

Here's the thing about the kids in my history class: They know EVERYTHING!!!! Crazy, huh? They have only been alive for like 14 years and they are always right! It's pretty cool, I mean come on, I wish I could be as smart as them!
Like the other day...

I overheard them talking about PETA. (I don't try to overhear them talk, but they just sit there I have nothing better to do than listen. Who needs history anyway?) They were talking about how animals have rights and we, as humans need to respect those rights. The confersation went something like this:

Chris: "Hey, Shad* (names were once changed, but I decided to change them back to how they were) Are you member of PETA?"

Shad: "Heck* yes" (words edited for the sake of my family blog)

Chris: "That crazy* (edited) sweet!"

Courtney: "So does that like... hold on a sec, I someone's texting me..."

The coach turned history teacher: "Courtney, put away your phone and watch the movie I just popped into the VCR because I'm too lazy to actually teach a real lesson!"

Courtney: "You mean that like you don't eat meat?"

Chris: "I don't"

Shad: "I do"

Alexandrea: "What?! Are you fo real? That's gross man. It's inhumane!"

Chris: "I know man. What's up?"

Shad: "I like need my protein and my parents makes me eat it. But don't worry, I don't eat eggs."

Alexandrea: "Good. People who eat eggs are disgusting! I can't imagine ever eating a little baby chicken!"

**I couldn't take it anymore. I just had to jump in!**

Me: "Um, don't mean to butt in or anything, but the eggs "disgusting" people eat aren't baby chickens. They aren't fertalized yet."

Alexandrea: "Right. But it still is gross. Do you eat chicken?"

Me: "Yup. It's pretty good."

Chris: "That's sick! How do you think the chicken or the chicken's babies feel about that?"

Me: said through tears from laughter "Are you joking me?"

Chris: "No really. How do we know that animals don't communicate with each other? How do we know they don't have feelings about us eating them and wearing their fur as coats? How do we know that they don't care that people take their rear* (edited) and wear it on our shoes?"

Me: "Whatever" as I roll my eyes

Coach: "Shut up! I'm trying to Google something on my laptop while you waste your time watching this movie about the Cold War!"

**And Scene**

Sorry for the long piece of dialouge, but this is no exaggeration! Everything on this post that was said is 100% true (well maybe I misinterpreted The Coach) I know that I said "Whatever" but this what I should have said:

"Listen! I don't care if you know EVERYTHING! I don't care that you are only 14 years old and are SMARTER than me! I don't care if a chicken cares if he is chopped up and deep fried! I will still eat him and his unfertillized babies!"

Until next post!

**note: no animals were harmed in writing this post**

Miss Snap Snap Takes On The Idol Conspiracy

Yes, it is all a conspiracy. In case you haven't heard yet Chris, yes Chris was voted off last night. Chris the one with no hair and sideburns, the one who sang "Walk the Line", the one who made LJ want to jump through the TV screen and kiss when he sang "Little Less Conversation". Yes, that Chris.

American Idol is indeed a conspiracy. Everything from Ruben beating Clay, Fantasia beating Diana, and Constitine being voted off. All I have to say, Katharine better not win. It is time for a white boy to win whether it's Taylor or Elliot (even though Taylor secretly bugs me, but Elliot is my favorite of the 3...shh, don't tell Lauren!)

I think that the thing that burns me most is that they will end up blaming it on America. Yes, us America. Not the executive producer to the official vote counter but us, the hard working people of America who only want the best. I tried to vote for Chris, my mother tried to vote for Chris, but the line was busy. Busy I tell you! So, Ryan don't blame this on me or anyone else!

Well, America until next post,
Hey Jude Out.

Dear Blogies,
I was thinking about family traditions today. No, not the "what I do on Christmas Eve" traditions but the ones that we don't really think about. Like the reminiscing of the ghost of Simpsons Past with my Grandpa. My brothers and I talk about funny moments that happened on the Simpsons and I don't know the boy's motives, but I mainly do it so I can see his laugh. He kind of squints his eyes and makes a repetitive squeeky noise and then it turns into a "ha ha" laugh in the end. Or, my dad's family call my aunt Cristina, Kizzy because...well, I don't really know why, but that's why I called her Aunt "Kiki" when I was little (I'll bet Freud would have had something to say about that!)
My other grandpa made up this little song and it is used to put babies to sleep. If you were to sing it to my sister, you would say, "Emma, Emma, Emma Lily Houghton, Mommy loves you, Daddy loves you, Ev'ry one loves you, Oh Emma Emma..." you then use other family member names are used to replace Mommy and Daddy to tell her who loves her too, like "Beth loves you, Jake loves you..." The other day I was singing it to her to put her to sleep. I went through all of our immediate family and extended family. When I started to sing "Aunt Janice loves you" or "Cousin Mike loves you", I could tell that she wasn't planning on going to sleep any time soon, due to the quizzical look she gave me. (Aunt Janice is our great aunt, and Mike is my dad's cousin).
So, those are a few of my family's non-traditional traditions. What are some of your's.

Wow, A Lame Post
Today I figured out the reason why 2006 hasn't been going well is because on January 1st I woke up on the floor (true story!) I guess my bad luck so far this year was bound to happen. Have a loverly day!
*Note to self: stop procrastinating on blog posts so you don't resort to ones like this!*

Hello, Mr. Dean

Why The Student Teacher In My Art Class Freaking Rocks My Socks Part II

Besides the fact that he is a crappy teacher/grader of sketchbook assignments, yes he still rocks my socks. Yesterday in art, he taught us about postmodernism, rebellion, and what makes art art. It was very interesting, until he gave a lecture type thing to Brooklyn, Katherine, and I about how healthiness isn't popular. The conversation started from pop art then jumped to Andy Warhol, then moved to painting a picture of alcoholic and carbonated drinks with a V8 in the middle, to how America is the fattest country because we are all focused on convenience and how there isn't anything wrong with McDonalds, but fast food is the downfall of our country. I wanted the tell him that there was everything wrong with McDonalds, but he just walked away. It was great. Then a girl in my class folded up a paper ball and wrote sex inside on it. (great, now when someone googles sex, my blog will be at the top of the list!) She then told Francis to look into the ball. I don't think he knew what to think of it, but everyone was laughing so he did. This post could also be called "How The People in My Art Class Are Strange", or "The Freakishly Weird Night We Forked Mr. Dixon's Lawn", but for today I think I will just leave it at Francis.

Remeber When...

The other day as I was coming home from LJ's, I drove past my old house. Since I am the queen of reminiscing, I would like to now share with you all "Memories of the Old House across the street from Reams and next to SDS".

Me: the only girl
So out of my brothers and my neighbors, there were 6 boys who played outside and only 1 girl (me!) Of course, I now would consider myself lucky, but then the boys were really mean. Tad is 2 years older than me, Cameron is my age (I think his birthday is coming up), Brady is 2 years younger than me, Conner is 4 years younger than me, and then there are my brother Jake and Scott. They once started an "All Boys Club" and held daily meetings in the clubhouse. In revenge, I came up with an "All Girls Club" and met somewhere else (I can't remember where). That only lasted like a week because we argued alot (kids arguing, NEVER!) and our parents got mad at us and made us all be friends again.

My good chum Cameron
Being the only girl around forced me to actually be friends with the Olsen boys. Cameron and I became very good friends. We did alot of weird things like freezing bugs to make a bug collection, hang things from the clubhouse window with fishing wire to make it look like they were floating in midair, fill the sandbox with water and played army with toy soliders, and other things like that. I even listend to my best friend Rebecca and told him that I had a crush on him. I think it went something like this:
Me: Hey Cameron
Cam: What
Me: I have a crush on you
Cam: sweet (I don't think this was his exact words, but it was pretty close)
After that, my dad teased me because Jake overheard and told him. My infatuation ended shortly after.

All Those Stupid Cherry Trees
I love fruit, but I absolutly hate fruit trees. At the old house, there were 2 cherry trees in the backyard and they were really pretty in the summertime. You just couldn't walk around the backyard barefoot. We once started a club called "The World Record Club" and we tried to see how many cherries we could pick up. I think we stopped at like 500. Whenever the Olsen's got in trouble, they had to go outside and pick up cherries from the ground. The amount of cherries they had to pick up was determined by what they did. If Tad swore, he had to pick up 75 cherries, if Brady hit Kayla he had to pick up 45, etc etc. It was all fun and games for Jake and I until our mom heard us make fun of them. She then made up pick up 100 cherries each.

Well, the Olsen's moved to Salem and then we moved to the otha side of Provo. Tad's on his mish (as sista K likes to call it), Cameron is still looking ever so attractive, Brady is like 10 feet tall, and I haven't seen anyone else since. I did see Brother Olsen (and so did Lauren and Brittany) when we went to his house so I could ask him the MORP (Cameron, not his dad) and he caught us in the action.

Well, I have to go now and do my *dramatic sigh* laundry. (Have I ever mentioned how much I hate doing the laundry...sorry Brother Barrow, I let you down)

Why Mr. Mendenhall is a "Luffable Mon" (Don't Even think about Pronouncing it "Luvable Man")

Next week Iwill be going to California for Music Department Tour even though the choir thinks it's their tour. Mr. Mendenhall is the choir teacher and if you don't know him, you haven't missed much in your life. That was kind of mean, I'm sorry. I have already broken my promise about focusing on the positive and disregarding the negative. I will now talk about the good things about Mr. Mendenhall.

Why I luff Mr. Mendenhall:
1. Nobody really knows what color his eyes are because his eyebrows cover them up
2. He only erases the white board in an up and down motionand only that motion-not side to side
3. He tells his students to refer to him as "Coach"
4. He doesn't want the genders to mix on tour so he designated a "male bus" and a "female bus"
5. He posts his own quotes on the wall in the choir room
6. I luff his wife

California HERE I COME!!!

Note to bloggie: Blue=Sarcasm

Why the Student Teacher in my Art Class Freaking Rocks my Socks!
So a new student teacher came into my art class just a few weeks ago. We'll call him Francis. Well, Francis basically rocks mainly because he probably is the biggest geek I've ever met. The first day he actually taught us, I told him that I was the student teacher when he came around and asked us our names and what grade we are in. It pretty much caught him off guard and so when everyone was laughing, he didn't really get it. Then he told me that he would have to keep an eye on me. (Scary, huh?) Today, we were talking about The Gleaners by Millet, but instead of saying Millet, he said Mullet. It was kind of funny, but it's okay if you don't think so because most people don't find my sense of humor all that funny at times. For example, yesterday my friends and I decided that we are going to take a poster size picture of our prinicpal on tour with us and then take a picture of Mickey Mouse holding the picture of him and then put that picture on a flyer reading "Wanted". Do you find
that funny? Well, I did but my mom doesn't. She hardly cracked a smile. Oh well.

Disneyland Countdown: 15 days
Graduation Countdown: 80 days including weekends and breaks
My American Idol Top 12 Predictions Girls: Ayla, Katharine, Mandisa, Paris, Kellie, Melissa Guys: Ace, Bucky, Chris. Elliot, Taylor, Will

This Just In: Be More Purple, Stay Away From Yellow

If someone tells you that you look yellow today, take it as an insult. Apparently, yellow translated means ugly. On the other hand, if someone says you are looking purple, you are very stylish. By the way, I have to say that you look very "purple" today.

The Day We Only Had 30 Min. Classes and I Still Managed To Fall Asleep In Pyschology

Yesterday went something like this:

6:00a-Woke up (yay! No seminary!)
7:15-arrived at school 15 minutes early
7:35-played some no-so-sweet music in orchestra
8:14-pretended like I was sewing
9:00-said "hi" to a kid who seemed like he was on something
9:30-fell asleep at my desk
10:00-went home
10:31-off to Wal-Mart with LJ
10:42-saw Walk the Line for sale for $16.00 and screamed, then bought it along with Gold Fishes and some apple cider stuff
11:00-went to IHOP (happy National Pancake Day yesterday!), got free pancakes, 3 glasses of soda (no I didn't drink all of them, the waitress just kept on bringing them out), saw my family and other high school kids eating there
12.37-Went to LJ's house, and after using the restroom like 3 times, we watched Walk the Line
3:20-Helped LJ write an essay
4:00-went home and performed "Ring of Fire" in my Johnny Cash voice for my family
4:12-fell asleep
5:45-iron my skirt and ate my dinner in haste
6:30-leave for TimpView
6:47-arrive and chit chat with Mr. Dixion about what we did on tour in the past
7:30-play some not-so-sweet orchestra music, but this time in front of a judge
8:32-drive home while sipping a passion berry breeze with an immunity booster from Jamba Juice
8:40-arrive home and catch the last part of Supernatural (Sam and Dean finally found their dad and got attacked by the demon of all demons, the one that killed their mom!)
9:10-went to bed

(sorry about the change in tenses)
Now I have to go now and try to tell Hunter that people who "drink" aren't drinking rubbing alcohol. (Don't ask)

Crazy

Let's try something crazy here. Let's just see how many people can comment about this post. Okay, the topic is MUSIC.