Your Sister’s Sister

I’m a little sleepy this morning because I stayed up until 3 am this morning watching a FANTASTIC movie last night. It really was very irresponsible of me since I’m staring a 20 page paper in the face (due tomorrow; but don’t worry, I have 7 pages!). Here is a brief synopsis of Your Sister’s Sister, starring Emily Blunt, Mark Duplass (adorable), and Rosemarie DeWitt:

Jack (Mark D.) is having a rough time following the death of his brother, whom Iris (Emily B.) briefly dated. Jack and Iris are BFFs and since Jack is kind of losing his mind, Iris suggests that he bike up to her parents’ cabin on an island in the Seattle area. Might I mention that the scenery is so beautiful. Anyway, when Jack gets to the cabin, which he thinks is going to be empty, he sees a woman inside (without pants on). After a minor freakout involving an oar (just watch the movie), Jack finds out that the woman in Iris’s sister Hannah. They end up drinking tequila together and swapping sob stories and even though Hannah is a lesbian, she agrees to have sex with Jack. I don’t want to give away the good bits, but trouble ensues when Iris shows up at the cabin the morning after to hang out with Jack.

Mark Duplass, Emily Blunt and Rosemarie DeWitt in Your Sister’s Sister

Jack and Iris have a sleepover

In short, this is a sweet and poignant story of love, family and friendship that brought me tears and laughs and a swelling heart full of love. Mark Duplass is perfect for this movie and he’s so funny. If you watch The League, he is Pete and he’s hilarious. He is also in Safety Not Guaranteed, also starring Parks and Recreation’s Aubrey Plaza (I LOVE APRIL) which is getting awesome reviews on Rotten Tomatoes and is soon to be watched by moi.

The adorable Mark Duplass

Still of Mark Duplass in Your Sister’s Sister

Do yourself a favor and watch this movie; you won’t regret it!

Happy hump day,


Mood Music Monday

I can already tell it’s going to be a good day. I realized that the paper I thought was due tomorrow is actually due Thursday. I am drinking a leftover lattĆ© that I got at Starbucks yesterday. Nat King Cole is playing. I have my trusty Balsam & Cedar Yankee candle burning. It’s going to be a good day people! Enjoy my favorite Christmas classic šŸ™‚

Kitty Instagram Update

I know you guys are excited for this…



KITTIES! Kiki and Hanalei are so cute.










Our kitties totally love us.


“Happiness is a warm puppy.” Charles Schulz

Whatever maternal, warm, loving feelings I lack for children I make up for with animals, particularly of the dog and cat variety. Ahn, a groups of our friends, and I went to volunteer at the local animal shelter a few weeks ago as part of a school wide community service event and I’m sure you can probably guess what happened when I left. I cried. I cried a lot. I cried at least three times that day. There were puppies that needed to be played with and older dogs who desperately wanted someone to love them.

Then there were the kitties. Everyone knows I have a soft spot for kitties. They had the kitties in one small, dark, damp, ugly room and it was literally all I could do not to put cats in my shirt to steal. Ahn and Alex are allergic though and they would kill me, also I can’t afford a cat, let alone ten, and also, it’s against school rules. Also, stealing is wrong. However, had Ahn and Alex not been allergic none of those other factors would have stopped me. This one little kitten had an upper respiratory infection and looked incredibly sick. The little guy would paw at our feet and meow just wanting a little love and attention (officially crying as I’m writing this). Then there were the older kitties, who have less of a chance of getting adopted because they’re not as cute as kittens and just looked worn out and tired.

Adopting a rescue animal is a wonderful act of kindness. I know getting purebreds and going to a breeder is tempting but there are so many needy animals who need someone to love and take care of them. I’m not going to post that Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial, because I can’t bear watching it, but there are lots of humane societies groups like that out there that take in homeless animals and run adoption programs. All it takes is a Google search.

I hate thinking about what would have happened to Hanalei (and even that little rascal Kiki, who scratched me this morning in an odd attempt to get my attention) if we hadn’t adopted him.

Look at that face!

Here’s an interesting (sad) BuzzFeed article about a photographer who took pictures of dogs who had been at a shelter for the longest period of time.

And for the love of all things holy get your pets fixed. Ok, I have to go watch something happy now.



I’m not creepy, I swear…

I can’t stop reading up on Preston Leatherman. He dances. He sings. He plays multiple instruments. He’s waiting for his Hogwarts acceptance letter, too. He commented on my blog post about him. In essence, what’s up dream dude?! Anyway, because I’m a creep I’ve been reading his blog and I wanted to share this awesome post he wrote called “Why I’m Not Famous Yet.” Read it. He’s awesome and I want everyone to love him (but not more than me). Preston, you’re awesome and if I get accepted to Vandy law I hope I see you in Nashville someday.

Peace Snitches,

Mood Music Monday

Tegan and Sara are da bomb. I’ve seen them 3 times in concert and they are one of the few musical groups left that actually sound better in person. The song “Alligator” is from their album Sainthood and then entire this is incredible. If you like this one, I recommend also checking out “On Directing.” This video is super weird and makes virtually no sense, but I guess that’s what makes it kind of charming. Anyway, the song is terrific, so listen and enjoy.

Peace out,

What Do We Know

Mary Oliver is one ofĀ  my favorite poets of all time. She has won the Pulitzer and I believe she’s a more enlightened version of Robert Frost. She writes about nature and people so beautifully and poignantly and I’ve never read a poem of hers that I didn’t like. My all-time favorite is “The Journey” which everyone should Google and read immediately, but this morning I came upon a new one that I really love. I read in one of my Enneagram books the other day that Eights need to practice meditation to help them connect their body to their thoughts (or something like that…) and I’ve always had a hard time with sitting still and doing it quietly. Thus, I usually turn to poetry. My dad has an impressive collection of poetry and owns every book Mary Oliver has ever published so I always get excited to come home and read. This morning I have to go and make magic happen with my LSAT books but I decided that before that I could afford a moment of zen.

The poem I want to share with you comes from the compilation What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems published in 2002. Enjoy! Love, Ahn

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment,
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain-
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

Let Me Entertain You

I was raised on show tunes and musicals hold a very sentimental place in my heart. So sentimental in fact that when people claim to dislike musicals that I immediately get sad…and then mad. What’s not to like about spontaneous singing and dancing?! Those people are humbugs, in my opinion. I desperately wanted to go into show business when I was younger, but, alas, I lack perfect pitch and decided that international relations and government was more for me, which, when you think about it, is show business in its own right.

I have seen a multitude of musicals, but these are five of my favorites:

1. “Meet Me in St. Louis”

This isn’t a stage musical, it’s a movie musical, but it’s the first musical I remember seeing. I was four or five and I think I re-played it ten times over in one day. I just loved Judy Garland and her love affair with “The Boy Next Door”. Believe me, when I headed west for college and we drove past St. Louis, I was in the car singing “Meet Me in St. Louis”, which is something I still do when I drive back and forth between home and school, because that’s just the type of sappy person I am. Everybody knows the Christmas classic, “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, but few people know it came first from this musical and hearing anybody but Judy Garland singing it is like hearing nails on a chalkboard. I always scream out, “That’s Judy’s song!!!!”. I’m dramatic. If you’ve been reading my posts, I’m sure you can guess that this song makes me cry every time.

2. “Funny Girl”

Ok, I haven’t seen the stage musical, but the movie is just as fantastic, I’m sure. This was another movie I re-watched ten times over. I will never grow tired of watching Fanny Brice flailing around on roller skates as a part of Ziegfeld Follies, sailing into New York Harbor to win the love of her life, and singing her broken heart out on stage in “My Man”. Barbra Streisand’s voice just radiates and Omar Sharif is so handsome. Sorry Lea Michele, but you ain’t got nothing on Babs. I’m sure she’s aware.

3. The Fantasticks

Lord, I haven’t seen this one on stage either but I LOVE IT, so no one can stop me from adding it. I have seen the movie (duh). This musical might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I think it’s marvelous. With their parents desperately trying to get them together with the help of a the mysterious El Gallo, a circus performer, two star crossed lovers learn the must find themselves before they can love another, and when they do they find that their love is only stronger. Jerry Orbach originally played El Gallo, and for anyone who doesn’t know me, I love Jerry Orbach and cried when he died. My mother used to sing me “Soon It’s Gonna Rain” as a lullaby.

You can probably guess that hearing Jerry Orbach sing “Try to Remember” makes me cry every time, as well. I don’t even care that he’s wearing an ascot, it’s still beautiful.

4. Billy Elliot

Ok, IĀ haveĀ seen this on stageĀ and the movie. Ha! How’s that for a double whammy? If you haven’t seen the movie, you should go to Family Video and rent it or Netflix it or something because…wait for it…it’s beautiful and it makes me cry. I cry a lot. A little boy, growing up in Northern England during the coal miners strikes of the 70s, decides he has a passion for ballet despite the discouragement from his family and community. In the musical, there’s a scene where Billy does something like 20 consecutive pirouettes. Insane. I have never been in a theatre where people stood up not to clap, but to simply get a better look. Seriously, people stood up just because they were so amazed and moved that they had to stand, while he was still dancing. Then there was a standing ovation that lasted at least five minutes, if not more, and that was only at intermission. It is truly an inspiring musical. Oh yeah, and the music was written by Elton John. That’s cool.

5. Les Miserables

As I’ve already said, this is my favorite musical of all time. If you only see one musical in your lifetime, it should be Les Mis. The musical is based off Victor Hugo’s novel of the same name, detailing the Ā terrible struggles of the proletariat class during Louis Philippe’s reign in France during the 19th century. The musical leads up to the failed June Rebellion of 1832. The plot is more complicated and romantic than the historical background and cannot be easily explained in a paragraph, but in short, it a series of love stories, broken hearts and dreams that could only best be felt by those with nothing, the miserable, the poor ones, the wretched. The musical is heartbreaking and yes, it does make me cry.

Believe me, my list of favorite musicals extends much further than these five, like “Fiddler on the Roof”, “Rent”, and “Company”, just to name a few.Ā I realize that there are so many more amazing musicals, like “Gypsy” most recently starring Patti LuPone, but I’ve never seen Patti LuPone live and I’ve never seen “Gypsy” on stage, which believe me, is one of the greatest tragedies of my life. All that says about me is that I’ve lived an incredibly blessed life, and I think some of that has to do with musicals.




Despite the fact that it only got 73% on, I am firmly convinced that Father of the Bride is one of the greatest movies ever made. That could be attributed, perhaps, to the fact that I had watched it roughly 200 times before age 7. I had memorized the whole thing without ever actually realizing what the characters were saying. It’s a very strange thing when you watch a movie as an adult that you watched all the time as a kid. Luckily, having a comprehension of language- unlike my 4 year old self- hasn’t tainted the film for me in the slightest. I’ve never seen the original, but the Steve Martin version is one of the best things coming out of 1991. As weird as it may sound, this movie (and its sequel, which I love equally as much if not more) shaped what I saw as the ideal life. Everything in the movie was awash inĀ  90s shades of soft peach and yellow that I still love to this day:

The women in the movie had cool jobs- Nina owned a floral shop and Annie was an architect. Until I realized that I had literally no gift for spatial planning, I was convinced that I would become an architect, too. Not surprisingly, all the houses I doodled in my journal looked like the one on 24 Maple Drive which is an address I will never forget:

One of the reasons why the movie is so fantastic is Steve Martin’s character George Banks. His looks of disgust/confusion/WTF remind me so much of my dad. Here’s a good still:
In short, Father of the Bride, Parts I and II are both fantastic views for your T-Day break. Watch it, as Jesus (and then Ahn) said, in remembrance of me.


Home Again

Hi friends!

I am so happy to be home. I am having my own soul sunday, of sorts. I am sitting in my favorite chair watching “The West Wing” and wishing for a Josh Lyman to come into my life. He’s dreamy.

He’s real dreamy.

Don’t get me wrong, I also love it because it’s a smart show and I hope to become CJ Craig when I grow up.

I also got a new pair of shoes! If that’s not good for the soul then I don’t know what is.

It’s already been an awesome break. Yesterday, I went to lunch and a movie with my mom, my little sister, my grandma, two of my aunts, and my cousin. That’s not even a quarter of my family. It was the perfect homecoming. We saw “Argo” which was AH-MAZING! Seriously, one of the best movies ever. It was especially fun because I’m taking History of American Foreign Relations this semester and I already knew everything that was going on. In case anyone was wondering, we really shot ourselves in the foot with Iran. That’s all I’m going to say about that because I don’t want anyone trying to figure out where I live and telling me I’m a bad American or worse, but we really did screw up with Iran…really.

I also saw a preview for Les Miserables, which comes out Christmas Day and I think I’m more excited about it than Christmas itself. Is that blasphemous? Sorry, but I can’t help my excitement. Needless to say I know what I’m doing on Boxing Day. I saw Les Miserables with my Grandma and my (other) cousin at Signature Theatre (which is, in my opinion, the best theatre in the DC Metropolitan area).It is easily my favorite musical, and I love musicals. The stage musical made me cry like a baby and I was initially nervous when I heard they were doing a movie adaptation, especially when there were rumors that Taylor Swift was going to be in it…not a fan. However, the first time I saw the preview I completely broke into tears and I knew that I had to see it.

Anne Hathaway sounds stunning. Les Mis totally speaks to my inner four. What’s more angsty and bohemian than 19th century France? Not much.

I also got a little gift (prank) from my little sister! Want to see a cute picture of me?

Imagine my surprise when I was walking up the banister to see my senior picture replaced with this little guy. She’s a funny one, my kid sis.

I know you must be disappointed that I haven’t posted any picture of my beloved kitties, but don’t worry that’s a whole separate post! I know you’re excited, Ahn!


UPDATE: I have come to realize that it is not “CJ Craig” but “CJ Cregg”. How stupid of me.

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