FRAUD

If you ever want to buy a cheap movie online DO NOT buy it from Hot Movie Sale. I bought Newsies for my brother for $6.67 and they charged me $19.95 for the membership that I never signed up for. I tried and tried calling them, but getting a hold of them was not easy! They kept me on the line for ten minutes then hang up and I would hear the "phone is off the hook" noise. If I went to the menu that said "cancel your membership", once I entered all the information, it would take me back to the main menu! I haven't been this frustrated in a long time. This company is ridiculous. I googled HMS Movies and found a ton of complaints about this company. Looks like they've done it many people.
Anyway I finally got a hold of them today and told them that I wanted my money back. She told me that she couldn't refund any money, but that she'll send a request (whatever that means). At least they won't be taking any more of my money.
It was really frustrating. To make matters worse, my parents were both frustrated with me and each other. I hated the contention and I hated how I felt. I can't believe how different I can feel! How I understood others and my reasoning changed. Then I started getting mad that things that were so irrevelant like the sewing machine jamming. I'm fine now but earlier I wished I could just snap out of it! I just wanted peace.

Today I was reminded of what it feels like to be really frustrated. I'm grateful for it, because now I can better understand others. That's all.

Don't buy any movies from hotmoviesale.com!

A queen

Well well well... I was going to write a post about how Janet never comments on my blog anymore... But she has redeemed herself and commented on the last 4 posts! That must have been hard with one hand sista! Now I know that she loves me. (Since I wouldn't have known that if she didn't comment on my blog...)

Dear Janet

Today I was listening to Pandora at work. A song came on that I had never heard before. At first I liked it because I could somewhat relate to the lyrics. As I listened to it more, I just kept thinking about you! I want you to listen to it.

Notice the lyrics say, "because I am a queen".

I love the words that say "every freckle on my face is where it's supposed to be".   Regardless of what you think about yourself, I think this song describes you. When I imagine how you view yourself, this is how I see it. You aren't the average girl. No way could I listen to this song and not think of you.

 Love you sis

Five eight and three quarters...

I actually wrote this post last week. Tonight, I feel even more strongly about this, so I'm posting this.

I don't think it's a good thing to complain. It's hard to be around people that are constantly complaining. I consider myself a very patient person, there are many things I can put up with and complaining is one that tests my patience more than many other things.

With all of that being said, I'm going to complain. :)

I have been dating a lot. More than ever in my life. Last year I got asked out by some really cute boys, but I could count on one hand how many dates I went on. It's been an adjustment moving into a ward that isn't full of freshmen. My first week here, I immediately noticed how different the boys are.  It's definitely WAY different. They're just older... At first, I thought they were scary, but now not so much. I've really had so much fun! This last month I feel like I've made up for lack of dating last year. I've learned that I have a lot to learn, but that's a different matter for another time.

Anyway, during all of this dating in the last while, something has been bothering me... I don't like being taller or close to the same height as my date. I have a very close friend that is dating a guy who happens to be 4 inches shorter than her. It doesn't bother either of them. I think it's great that they can be so crazy about each other, but I don't know if I could ever see past the height difference if it were me in that situation.

In elementary and all through middle school, I hated being tall. I was way taller than everyone around me and it was hard. In 8th grade I was over 5'8". I really hated it sometimes.

Luckily, I've only grown about a quarter of an inch since then. I really haven't grown since 8th grade! I've learned to love my height and I really do love it. I don't like complaining about it, but lately I just keep thinking "If only..."

This last week 2 people have wanted to set me up with someone. The first thing I ask "How tall is he?" It's so silly! If there weren't so many "short" boys asking me out lately, I wouldn't be so worried about it. But seriously there have been about 3 or 4, or maybe even 5 boys! They're great and I have SO much fun with them and I'm interested... it's just... they're too close to my height... I just hate feeling like I can't stand up straight.

It's really not that big of deal and I'm not THAT worried about it. It would just be nice to not worry about it at all.

Alright, I'm done

Advice I would give am giving to myself:  "Cindy, there are worse things in the world. If you want to find something to complain about, there will ALWAYS be something. So just stop. Stop worrying about things you can't control. You're not really looking for anything other than a fun date anyway, so what's all of this complaining even about? Instead of complaining, count your blessings. Being 5' 8 and 3/4" is one of them. (Especially while walking through the slush and puddles today. It was great having long legs)

Also, life might be easier if you didn't think about things so much. Relax and just have fun! Date and have fun!"  

'Nuff said.

My Name is Cathy?

So I was going to write about this earlier but decided to focus on homework instead. Which was probably a good idea. It may be a little outdated now, but oh well. It's funny.

So last Saturday was Melanie's birthday (my roommate). Camille and I decided that we wanted to kidnap her and take to out to get ice cream. With the help of her fiance, we planned to "meet" them at 7-11. Due to a little confusion, Camille and I had to wait at 7-11 for a bit.

While we were hiding behind the building, ready to jump out and snatch Mel, we met homeless man named Kevin. I feel a little bad assuming that he was homeless because we don't have that much evidence, but when Camille or I tell this story we refer to Kevin as a homeless man. He did look like it...

In search for Melanie and Nick, we kept poking our heads around the corner where this man happened to be.

Here's how the conversation went:

    Kevin said, "I like how you keeping peaking around like that".

    Camille laughing: "We're trying to kidnap our roommate. It's her birthday"

    Kevin: "You can kidnap me". He was a very "friendly" man.

    Camille and I just laughed... awkwardly...

    Kevin then explained that his birthday was January 13th

    I said, "Hey that's MY birthday!"

    We briefly talked about celebrating together. I said something like, "Yeah we should have a party right here on this corner" Maybe that was a little encouraging....

    He asked what year I was born, so I told him, then he said, "So you're 19." I KID YOU NOT, he looked me up and down and said, "You're beautiful." Just an FYI he was almost 50 years old.

    Naturally, I felt very uncomfortable as I whisper "thank you". I tried to move my attention to looking for Melanie, but this guy kept talking!

    Then he asked me what my name was. A few different things went through my mind at this time and so "Cathy" was what came out of my mouth.

    He excitedly pointed out that we both had "K" names because his name was Kevin.

    Then, being my hilarious self, I said, "Actually it's spelled with a C". 

    I looked over at Camille and we were both smiling and wondering where in the world Melanie was!

Camille, in her brilliance, asked him to go inside 7-11 and see if he saw a girl in a green coat, but then Melanie and Nick finally came out of the gas station and we left! A few minutes later this Kevin guy came riding by on his bike and he shouted, "Hey Cathy! Next time I see you we'll have to go on our date!"   I don't remember talking about a date.

My mom taught me not to talk to strangers... She also taught me not to lie... Oops

It's a funny story.  Maybe I'm too nice? Camille persisted on calling me "Cathy" a few times that day. :)

By the way, our kidnapping quest was a success and Melanie should most definitely win the "Funniest Prisoner" award.

I have a riddle

Last night at FHE I could not stop thinking about this riddle. Here it is:

There are 3 men on a bus sitting one in front another. All facing the front of the bus. Another guy gets on the bus with 5 hats. 3 black and 2 white. The guy places a hat on each of the 3 guys and moves to the back of the bus. He tells the 3 guys that if they can figure out what color of hat they are wearing he will give them a million dollars. The guy in the front is the first one to speak up. He figures it out and wins the million dollars. What color of hat is he wearing and how does he know?

I wish I could say that I figured this out on my own... I could've if given the time. Maybe.