I'm grateful for tampons

Listening to: Dream/The Cranberries


Since yesterday was thanksgiving, It got me thinking and from now on, with each post, I will try to add one thing that I am thankful for.

Jocelyn's Gratitude--- I am grateful for tampons. I mean seriously girls, think about how awful the world would be without them... It's not even worth thinking about.

How I am feeling: I am feeling really anxious, I am not sure why, maybe it's because everyone is home from college and I am excited to see them! But I am also really confused and nervous because the last time we all got together it wasn't the same at all. It was awkward and most everyone had new friends, and experiences and hardly anything in common anymore. But then there were the people who hadn't really changed at all since graduation. But besides the fact that we had all been an inseparable pack of teenagers just a few months before, it was just weird and not nearly what I had envisioned....This was kinda a repeat from my duct tape post, so sorry if you're experiencing a crazy deja vu tripppp.The High school gang-(plus or minus a few)
on our senior trip to Havasupai Falls in the Grand Canyon.

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So I haven't bitten my nails in forever! I am so proud of myself, I had grown them out really long a few months ago but then everything came crashing down and I fell back into my nasty habit. Have I ever told you that everyone in my family bites their nails?
My dad. check. my mom. check. and all 3 sisters. check check. check. (words always look so weird when they are repeated, it totally looks like I spelled check wrong, doesn't it?)
But I am going to make it til' christmas! no nail biting. And if you see me biting my nails, stick a sock in my mouth or something. or... just remind me about my goal.
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Okay so I have been wanting to blog about this forever, but have just kept putting it off. But one of my favorite feelings is when you're driving and you help another car out by letting them in, and they wave to you, saying, "hey thanks." But if sometimes I elaborate, especially when its a cute guy. In these elaborations the driver thinks, "hey cutie thanks for lettin' me in, i like your hat, good choice." I highly doubt that a simple hand wave translates to that... but hey you never know.

Then there are the people that you don't want to help. The people who are jabbing away on the their cell phones, or are yelling at the 13 kids sitting in the back of their mini van, eating a McNasty sandwhich and guzzling down a 500,000 oz. soda simultaneously. THOSE are the people that probably need to be let in, due to the fact that they are most likely late to 3 piano lessons, a soccer game, quilting group and scouts... but, I can never let these people in. I don't know why, but in my mind, they just don't deserve it.

and the road to life yes it goes up and down, doesn't really matter as long as the music goes on

title- courtesy of slightly stoopid

Listening to: Tim Myers'- Brand New Day

Movie that I want to watch: {SERENDIPITY} ahhh! Favorite Chick Flick of all time.

I think I am getting sick... blech. My hands are really clammy and sweaty and I hate it when that happens. I feel so gross right now, so I think I might go for a run. I totally slept through class today... but that's okay. I didn't really feel like talking to Missy, or Tyler two snotty Californians that since the first day of class when I took a seat my Missy, have been dubbed my "math buddies." Missy is nice, but she is really stupid. Like REALLY stupid. But she's a really good listener and gives me good advice, so I tell her stuff. But her problems are just drama with her DG girls so I don't ever really know how to help her! So sorry Missy! Tyler met Missy on the bus like the 2nd week of school and he came to sit by us and he is really attractive! I was so excited when he sat by us, but he is really hard to have a conversation with. You know those people that you try to talk to but they just answer with one word and then you're sitting there twiddling your thumbs waiting for them to make the next move? Well Tyler never makes the next move. EVER so it's really awkward and I finally just gave up. PLUS he smokes. And that is a huge, beyond huge turnoff. But he's still really cute, maybe it's because something about him reminds me of Alec. He's tall, skinny, has big eyes, but I dunno... anyway. Why am I telling you about my math buddies? you probably don't care at all!
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oh yeah! I was listening to the radio the other night and this song came on and it's so old skool but I had totally forgetten about how awesome it is. I love it! I am totally addicted to it. haha anyway, enjoy!


So what's been up with me recently? Nothing really, last night I went to see Beauty and the Beast at Skyline. It was awesome! I really want to see the Broadway version now. It was so good. Plus my cousin was down from BYU so that was good to see her! Last week I was like hiding out in the math lab studying my pants off. BUT I did really well on my test so it paid off! There are some total creepers in the math lab! Like REALLY weird men that stare me down whille I am trying to work. I think it's because there are usually more guys in the math lab, and all the female tutors are really old or overweight. So all the girls doing their math there are used as eye candy whille the guys take a "break" from their math. It's really kinda creepy... especially when I see them on campus and they give me this really creepy joker-esque smile.
Other than the math lab, I've been taking a lot of bubble baths? oh and sadly, my JCC goal has completely gone down the drain... oh well. After going once I realize that I LOATHE the tredmill. Its either run outside, or don't run at all. That is my conclusion. I've been shopping a lot. I have gotten a lot more clothes and I love it, but my mom insists that I save them for Christmas presents which is totally lame.... that in like a month. But I guess I will have to hold out for a little longer. But every few days I steal a shirt from the huge bag of clothes that she bought me.... I'm sure Santa won't mind.
I've been listening to a lot of music and I really, really want Mat Kearney to come out with another CD like WAY bad. I love that man. I love his music. I would totally see him in concert.

I love the new Taylor Swift cd , and I don't like the David Archuletta album.

I LOVE Arrested Development, and I am so addicted to Grey's that it is not even funny.

I need a new perfume but my nose is too lazy to go search for one.

M.I.A- Paperplanes is constantly stuck in my head.

So last week in my writing class our awesome teacher decided we needed a break so we watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and discussed it. That is the weirdest show I have ever seen haha and Julio jumped like 6 feet when one of the monsters came on the screen. I still give him crap about that. But have any of you ever watched that show? Its really odd. (I am going to get some Cap'n Crunch) -------------okay I am back. GUESS WHAT? So speaking of cereal. My favorite childhood cereal of all time which i THOUGHT was discontinued is apparently available at target! I am really excited for my Berry Berry Kix! I need to go there for some sexy mother pucker anyway.

Random Fact: I love the fact that my sisters and I get all the credit for raking our leaves, when really the wind storm last week just blew them all onto my neighbors lawn.... :p
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hmmm... what else.... oh yeah! Lamda Delta Sigma's Winter Formal is next friday.... ah! I don't know who I am going to ask. I think I will either get Ali and Riley to set me up with someone, or I will ask Ali's brother... hmmm We'll see. I am excited though It will be a party!
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I miss my dog. I really want to get another one, Emma was the one I went to when I just needed someone to sit with and cry to. And late at night when I would be on the computer, Emma would be laying next to the computer. Even though she's been gone since march, I still step over where she used to sleep, it's like imprinted in my muscle memory. I can remember nights on the phone when I would talk to alec for hours and I would lay on Emma's stomach and laugh when she started to snore. I know that when we do get a dog she won't be exactly like Emma. But I think that our family needs a new dog.
Especially my mom, she misses Emma a lot.
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I know I did a blog about driving and how it's my therapy but it totally is. I love driving and I am excited to go on this roadtrip with my dad in a few weeks! Especially since I haven't driven his Hybrid Prius yet! But I love driving so much, just blasting my music, making up harmonies, and not having to think about anything unless you really want to. I love the freeway. Last night on the way back from my cousins play I was one of the only cars on I2-15 and it was so calming, I love it.
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sorry this post has been so random... anyway well I think I'll go for a run, have a good day :)

The Readymade Zing

"Good morning! And in case I don't see ya, good afternoon good evening and goodnight!"- The Truman Show (easily one of my favorite movies)
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I'm sitting the Marriott Library, listening to Readymade, waiting for my institute class to start. I really debated on blogging about this... but I will anyway.

I was driving with my dad this morning and we were listening to NPR. figures. And there was this guy talking about how Mormons have gained a negative connotation because of the church's stance on proposition 8. The only religions who do not have an increasingly negative view on Latter-Day Saints, are the Jehovah's Witness' and the Muslims. Gee, that's just swell. The reporter then began to talk about how we can use this opportunity to educate people about our religion and teach them about our beliefs. Yeah, that's true, but I think it would have been less harmful to the church, and MORE productive to just have the presidency take their prop 8 stance to the pulpit and PREACH that they are against it. Not shove it people's faces. Anyway, as we were listening to this Mormon reporter, I rolled my eyes and said, "dad can we please turn this off, I can't handle this anymore." He turned it off and said, "You know Joce, I don't have a testimony about EVERYTHING the church stands by. But I DO have a testimony about a lot of the things in the gospel. The Book of Mormon, the word of wisdom, the plan of salvation and how we can be together as a family forever. I listen to the church's guidance. But sometimes, like in the case of prop 8, I think they could have handled things better. Just don't let this one small part of the church hold you back and cause you to be angry. Because the things you DO have a testimony of are so much stronger and more important in the big scheme of things."
I thought this was a really good point. And I KNOW most of you reading this were for proposition 8 and support the church 100% in what they are doing, but there are others of you who are totally against it. I don't even know what my stance is on prop 8, but I do know that I'm not happy with how the church handled it. Now friends, I don't want this blog to be hell-raising but I just wanted to share that with you because it really hit me. So... if you're going to bash or whatever, go to the prop 8 Facebook group or something because I'd rather not discuss it here :) haha

the outlet

Anne Frank once wrote:

"The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature."
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I never knew my grandma Margret. She died before I was born. But I have always felt this really strong connection with her. I don't get along with my mom's mom very much, she just gossips and talks all the time... but Margret seemed like an amazing women, she was liberal, loved her morning cup o' joe, raised 5 amazing boys, and knew her way around any cookbook in town. I wish so badly that she could be here to give me advice, teach me how to cook her famous recipes, how to golf, and just listen to me.

Several weeks ago I was driving on 33rd south. I was listening to music with the windows down, singing along, and as I was listening to the music, I was so taken by everything around me. College, the lyrics of the song I was singing, the spirit, my testimony that is holding on for dear life, and just about everything else! I felt really stupid when I got out of "the zone" to find tears running down my face. And I could not stop myself before I had randomly found myself taking a extremely odd detour... I ended up at my grandma's grave.

I had been there many times before, every mothers day, and every memorial day since before I can remember, and countless other times. But this time, I was alone, I didn't "have" to go as a family outling. I had chosen to go there. No one extremely close to me has ever passed away, but even though I have never met her, I love her a lot.
I swear to you that someone grabbed the steering wheel and led me there. It was just so random! Once I got out of the car, I just sat there looking at the gorgeous mountains, at the elderly man across the cemetery cleaning off his loved one's gravestone, at the fall leaves changing color, and at my grandma's name on the cold rough stone. I sat there for probably 15 or twenty minutes. It was probably the closest that I have ever felt to her. It was such a comfort to know that she's watching over me and I am so excited for the day when I get to meet her!
After I was done, I got in my car and felt a million times better, I was so much happier, and at peace. I've been back a few times since then to just sit by her gravestone. I go there when I want some peace, or am looking for an answer. I don't know what led me to visit her that first day, but I am so glad that I did! I found a totally new outlet, that will always be there.

my people, and a world of secrets

What I am doing:
Listening to Keith Urban. I love him. He is one of the only reasons I listen to country music.
Here is a line from the song: "Everybody needs somebody sometimes."

How I am feeling:
stressed about my paper, and life in general. AND I want to go ski!

Thoughts:
I know that I talk about Grey's anatomy way too much but keith urban lyrics reminds me of the relationship between Christina and Meredeth. They are best friends, and when something happens they tell each other about it. They always give each other their full opinion, even if it is the most painful thing in the world to hear. They always say, "you're my person. You have to tell me what you think. Give me advice. Tell me what to do!" I just had an amazing conversation with Kristin, I am so glad that we have been friends for so long. We have been through a lot together!

Anyway, (using Grey's Anatomy terminology) a lot of people are "my people."
I have people that I tell about my internal battles
I have people I would NEVER tell about these demons inside me because they would judge me.
I have people that I tell about the happy things in my life, and can only tell about "happy" things.
I have people who I talk to when I just need to cry.
There are the people who just listen.
And the people who just talk & don't listen.
I have people who just let ME talk and don't give me direct advice. Instead... they ask questions, listen, and let me just spill everything. I just talk, they just listen. I cry, I don't think through my words until they have been said, I weigh the consequences and the advantages, and then, these amazing people sit there patiently with me and let me piece it back together while they hold my hand.
So thanks for being these people.

Blog-Worthy Items of Business

I am sure that a lot of you have heard about Post Secret. It started out as a mail art project. Three years ago, a man named Frank Warren decided to make three thousand blank postcards with his address on them. On the post card he wrote a note, telling the people who found them to use this postcard as their canvas and share a secret with him. He left these postcards in art galleries, random coffee tables and even inside library books. For months after he received hundreds of the country's secrets. Some were in different languages, even a few in braille. A a couple years ago my older sister bought Frank's book. It's called PostSecret It's amazing. Each page is a different postcard. Some are really sad, others are funny, some I'd suggest not reading but every single one is someone's confession. In most cases, Frank was the first person to know these strangers secrets. Can you imagine getting these postcards. Franks says that he gets 1,000 secrets everyweek! I love this book and the idea that surrounds it. I would recommend it to anyone. If anything just go to the blog and look at some on the postcards that have been sent in. Or better yet, go to a book store, plop down in a chair and look at these creative, heartfelt secrets. It makes me feel a ton better about my life, that's for sure! But it also made me realize that everyone has problems, and EVERYONE has secrets. Family secrets, sin, a deep desire, or a secret admirer. I found some videos on youtube of a bunch of the postcards. If you have time watch them both, because they really are amazing, amazing stories. there are a few sketchy ones, so sorry, but you're mature, I think you all can handle it ;)


This is one of my favorite postcards that I have found. I just thought I'd share.

You made need some tissues.

As of October 8, 2008, Frank has received over 150,000 secrets from strangers around the world.

Let me know what you think. Click here for more information about the PostSecret project.

Now THAT is bold fashion. But, is it TOO bold?

My english professor told us on monday that soon we are going to catch a second wind and make it through the next few weeks of the semester. I am still waiting for that wind to pick me up off my feet... She laughed and told us that we may get it after thanksgiving. This is because we will all be running around like chickens with our heads cut off! I have like no motivation whatsoever to write my papers, read, or study.

SO.....Yesterday I went shopping! I got new boots, a few shirts and 2 coats! I am headed toward my new style. Christine reminded me today about adventurous Thursdays that we would have in high school. Hana, Christine and I wanted to be more stylish and adventurous dressers so... we decided that every Thursday we would wear something that scared us to wear. I specifically remember going shopping and picking out items of clothing that I had forever told myself I was not cool enough to wear. Then on the approaching Thursday I would sheepishly walk into East High school wearing my adventurous clothing.

I wish when I saw someone wearing a cute jacket or an adorable pair of boots, my brain would automatically record where they had made their fashionable purchase. Then I would go shop for those exact items. I am going to invent that one day. Speaking of fashion i read this in the newpaper last night...


Eyes so fashionable you'll cry
"Dutch designer Eric Klarenbeek, 29, has developed jewelry consisting of tiny crystals or flowers that hang directly from the eye via micro-thin medical wire attached to either prescription or blank contact lenses and, in the light, give the appearance of tears streaming down the cheek. He expects to hit the market soon, according to an October report in London's Daily Mail, at a price of the equivalent of around $325. Though the adornments appear to be painful or dangerous, Klarenbeek said users of his prototypes so far have been"amazed" at their comfort."

I decided to investigate further and found a fellow blogger with this picture attached to his opinion of this unnecessary fashion statement.

You know that feeling when you have something in your eye? Imagine having that feeling CONSTANTLY. That would drive me crazy.

This reminds me of the weird fashion statement that Black Chandelier was supporting when they first opened in trolley square... I remember my sisters coming home from a shopping excursion with my mother a few years ago. They all came screaming inside saying, "Jocelyn come with us! You have to see what we found in this store!" When I was dragged into this shop I didn't know what to excpect... but then I saw a glass case and know that something was majorly twisted... COCKROACHES as jewlery... Yes my friends it is true. Madagascar HISSING cockroaches. Cockroaches that had jewels glued to their outer shell along with a broach and also included, a gold or silver chain depending on your style. The point of this awful fashion?
You'd pin the broach on your blouse or suit coat, while the chain acted as a leash for your fashionable cockroach "pet." THIS is a bit extreme... Why not just have your Yorkie or Chihuahua sit on your shoulder with a diamond studded collar? They are A.) Cuter than cockroaches B.) Cleaner C.) and don't have the cultural connotation of filth and poverty...

I can't believe people would buy these....
RANDOM FACT: A large period of my childhood I was addicted to the color magenta. That was the only color I could see, I swear. I also would only eat Cheeseburger kids meals with french fries and sprite. And since we are talking fashion... In this same phase, I refused to wear anything but tutus, flouncy dresses, or girlie patterned jumpers.

duct tape

I need to get busy and switch things up. Seeing everyone on Saturday night was beyond weird... I am not really sure how to describe it. It was awkward, sad, frustrating and made me think about how I have changed since college started. I won't go into that because you've most likely seen the change if you've been reading my blog, or if you talk to me often. But maybe to you I haven't changed that much. All I know is that inside I want to change and meet new people. It kinda feels like out friends are being held together by the duct tape we wrapped ourselves in during high school. Now it is losing it's adhesive qualities, people have ripped out of it's grasp, others are holding on to it with everything they have left, and then there are people like me who are entangled in it's dull fraying strips and don't know where to turn. I love our friends from high school and I know that I am going to be close to many of them for a long time. BUT, I want to meet new people and branch out really badly.

I think I might get a job.

I am going to go to the JCC at least 4 times a week.

I am going to figure out what in the world I believe in. I honestly don't even know anymore. I am completely lost.

I am going to read more books. I have a stack of books I want to read really badly, but I don't have time to read them! So I will make time!

I told my mom that I want more freedom now that I am in college, and she actually listened to me. I have never been that straight forward with her before and it was a really weird feeling.

I am really excited to go on a road trip with my dad.

RANDOM FACT: I hate the fact that my sisters read my blog.
----I also hate the fact that they will read this random fact.

Please DO NOT bounce your knees. EVER

Walking around campus this morning was like playing russian roulette with the other shivering students surrounding me. You didn't know if a huge glob of wet snow was going to land on your head, or the kid walking next to you, or maybe the biker that was speeding past. haha it was actually really annoying! I found myself going out of my usual path to take walkways without dripping trees above me! That is the first thing I want to blog about because it is fresh on my mind.

Another thing I have been meaning to blog about is a set of stairs on campus. To the east of the psychology building there are threeee stairs. I always dread walking down them every monday, wednesday and friday. I hate these steps... WHY? because- these three concrete platforms are the most awkward steps I have ever encountered. I know this sounds really stupid but I have tried walking down them several different ways, none of which seem to help. The distance between the steps is too big for just one foot on each step, but it's not big enough for two steps in between.... ah! It drives me nuts! But the dumb thing is that I haven't found a different route and the semester is almost over. Tomorrow I WILL find a way around them, even if i have to jump o v e r them. Even if it takes me 3 times longer to get to my class, I will do it.

Today I went into the marriot library to check my grade in my psychology class. I looked around for a computer and found one squished in between two really greasy guys that looked like they walked out the homeless shelter. I sit down and immediately regretted my decision. The one on my right was blasting some awful hard-core screamooo music. Who listens to that, honestly?! Jeff? If you are reading this I demand that you show me some decent screamo music! Anyway, I roll my eyes and get out my ipod so I can fill my ears with actual music. The other sweaty ultimate nast guy on my left keeps bouncing his knee up and down jiggling the entire table, ALL the monitors as well as his huge beer-belly. (This folks, has got to be one of the most obnoxious things a human being can do. Don't bounce your knees people....I..can't even..jus...ah!..just please for the sake of all that is good in this world don't do it. ) I hurry to the page I need and all the sudden... the power goes out. Screamo's music cuts out, the sweaty knee bouncer stops his bouncing, and all I can hear is John Mayer playing through my head phones. Everyone looks at each other, the librarians start whispering, the emergency lights come on, I look at screamo who is irritated at loosing his horrible music. I look at beer-belly nast and I don't think I have ever seen someone who looked so confused. If there was an ideal moment for a face wipe, this was it. Too bad Brady wasn't there. haha It was dead silent and the only thing I could think to do is throw my head back and laugh. I picked up my backpack and walked out of the library still laughing at the two idiot greaseball strangers that I was inches from minutes earlier.


Yesterday or maybe monday? I dunno.. Anyway, in my General Psychology class I was sitting next to this kid named Cory. He is in my institute class and ALWAYS bounces his knee... (yet, another reason for the title of this post.) He's a nice kid, and usually sits in the back of the auditorium. However, as you will later discover I had the great fortune of sitting by him. haha I slipped in late (partially due to the stress associated with walking down "the stairs" in order to reach my class) and took a seat by him with one seat between us. This is a huge class with hundreds of people in it, so it's hard to sit by the same people everytime. I was trying to listen to the boring lecture and take notes, but like 5 people sitting in the rows in front of me were surfing facebook and I found it very entertaining to look at the pictures they were scanning. Some gross kid with a hideous afro and long long fingernails was typing away on MSN messenger and with each key he hit, his long nails clicked, inducing me to cringe with each letter. This boy is one of those people who has a consistent stream of perspiration trickling down his sideburns...yeah, can you picture it? *shudder*Anyway, I am pretty sure that he is stalking someone on facebook, he looks at the same pictures of this girl like everyday. Creepy... But I guess I am equally as creepy because I am writing about him on my blog. haha sorry- Back to Cory... we were in the middle of a lecture about the psychology envloved with the heart and heart disease. It was rather dull and I actually considered leaving. Cory was sitting one seat away and was surfing the web on his laptop. I was texting Rosie and trying to listen simultaneously. The women lecturing has a really boring voice but as we were listening to the awkward lull of her and her bland powerpoint, it was suddenly inturrupted by a high pitched women's voice with a seductive edge to it that loudly says, "CONGRATULATIO---" Cory fiddles around to find the volume button, but embarrassingly fails and ends up just loudly slamming his computer shut. He puts his hood up and just sits there laughing. I just about lost it! It was hilarious. The whole class looks at us, and the people sitting around were laughing silently as well. Causing our two rows of seats to shake uncontrollably. oh good times... i love college

glittering snow, hot chocolate and ice cold wood floors

Watching the rain is like an emotional down pouring of nostalgia for me. The raindrops merge together, and slowly drift against the wind, collecting other glistening beads to dance across the windshield with. I love walking under the big sycamore tree's after it's rained. Big pellets of glistening autumn heavily land on my head after free falling from the orange leaves above. It makes me feel so small and insignificant in this world. Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be a raindrop? or an elegant snowflake? As a little kid i remember thinking about what it would be like... part of this fantasy may be due to the Magic School Bus episode when they hitch a ride on a snowflake as it descends down from the chilly air. Or maybe it was the chant "If all of the snowflakes were lemon drops and gum drops, Oh, what a world this would be! I'd stand outside with my mouth open wide, goin'Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah" we would sing this as we strained our necks with our mouths wide open looking to the grey winter sky, catching snowflakes on our eyelashes, and feeling the tingle of jack frost on our tongues. I can remember one winter when it snowed so much that my sisters and I build a maze in our front yard. we couldn't see over the mountains of pillowed white snow piled on top of the retired orange and yellow leaves that we had raked and jumped in just a few weeks previous. Sometimes winter never seems to end. Other years, i don't want it to end, the glittering snow, hot chocolate and ice cold wood floors that send chills up your spine the second your sleepy feet hit the floor.

I have a feeling that this year, I won't want it to end.

I remember one of the biggest snowfalls of the last year? Maybe it was two years ago... but it was during a party at Bree's house. Everyone ran outside and had a huge whitewashing war, followed by a few extreme donuting excursions at the nearby parking lot. This will go down in history as one of the most epic snow adventures I've ever had. Snow is just magical. The way it catches on eyelashes, flutters down from the sky, and tingles as it melts on warm skin.

I remember sitting on a ski lift and admiring each snow flake that floated down and gracefully landed on my (not so warm) ski coat. Each one was jagged and twisted in it's own beautiful way. I remember wishing I could pause and pick up each snowflake, without the warmth of my skin interfering. I wanted to stay there and examine each snowflake separately, but they had melted before my wish was even considered. This year I'll have to be a little bit quicker on my feet.

C H A N G E

Obama. I love this street art. One of the BYU Dems found this picture and I thought it was perfect. Obama is what this country needs. I saw a bumper sticker today that said, "Thank you President Bush." And right under it was a McCain/Palin sticker. I am not saying that all McCain supports think this way, or that all Bush Lovers, love McPain BUT It made me even more proud to see Barack Obama's name on that ballot, and the cherry on top was the fact that I voted for Obama's change.

the real ring trailer

I found this and I thought it was appropriate for halloween, but I never had time to put it up. It's pretty funny though! Enjoy! Let me know what you think!