No more wisdom.

The machine kept on beeping. What was this supposed to measure? My heart rate? I tried to find my pulse. Nice and slow, but the blue blips on the screen told me otherwise. It was up at 100 beats per minute. Good, so it's broken. If I die in the middle, no one will know. Whatever.

A bit dramatic, I know, but I was doing everything I could to keep my mind off of what was going to take place in this room. There will be blood...and drilling...

Okay, stop thinking about it.

I looked down and examined the chair I was sitting in. The faded, light turquoise chair complimented the bleach white walls. I'm sure you would find the same color combination inside a nice, quiet, secluded insane asylum where no one can hear any screaming...my screaming...

The blood pressure meter cuff started inflating, cutting off circulation in my left arm--I was onto something. They were going to get me.

I chuckled at my own attempt to ease myself.

"Alright, Eden, are you ready?"

No. No, I'm not. Nononononononononononono.

"Yes."

I took a deep breath and stared straight through the ceiling. I felt the needle pinch my skin and move a little as the oral surgeon taped the IV on my arm.

"Okay, now we're giving you the anesthesia."

Okay...I got this. I got this..Ighothis...whoa....

I blinked and the ceiling spun. I blinked again and the ceiling spun. I got dizzy so I stopped blinking, something that began to concern my father.

"Yuafeialaweoif?" he gargled.

Entertainment Blogging Scholarship: Community.

"Streets ahead," "you Britta'd it" and "Annie's Boobs" may seem like completely random utterances to the average un-American; to the true American--one who consumes more than 38 hours a week of video watching alone--these phrases become daily colloquialisms. Television has integrated itself into our lives and with innumerable shows bouncing off satellites, it's hard to pin a single series that has had the greatest influence on society. However, one show out-bounces the rest. NBC's "Community" has the greatest effect on American society and such a claim is backed by the same fans who are the basis for my thesis.

No other TV show today has quite the following as "Community," a series about seven students at a community college. Inevitably, with so many protagonists who each possess incredibly diverse personalities, anyone who watches can relate in one way or another to an aspect of a character, or two or all seven.

"You remind me of Ken Jeong in this new show...though it might be because you're Asian," my friend said. I watched, I was hooked and I gorged myself on the first two seasons within the first two weeks of summer 2011, a feat common to newcomers of "Community."

On a dreary November 14th last year, the Internet informed fans of even drearier news: "Community" announced a hiatus. The fans, myself included, were in an uproar. Tears were shed over the proven fact that 'hiatus' was code for 'cancelled'. Fury burned in the hearts of fans who immediately retaliated by utilizing the Internet to rally fellow cult members to save "Community."

        

These were only but a few examples of the efforts of the fans. Facebook pages were created, petitions drawn up, fans blogged, vlogged and commented on every page that contained the word 'community'. We were unstoppable. This show was not going to die on us.

Our efforts paid off and here we are today. "Community" has been renewed for a fourth season (which premieres on October 19th!).

But what is the appeal of "Community"? Why did it win E!'s '2012 Save One Show' campaign? 

Nested within the Greendale Seven--Jeff, Annie, Britta, Shirley, Troy, Abed and Pierce--are insecurities and desires that each American, that each human being, can relate to. Human beings encounter stereotypes based on skin, gender and age. Human beings face the unreachable expectations of parents or even from themselves. Human beings desire to change the world. Human beings want to face life and all its challenges with a companion, a best friend. Human beings chase their dreams. Human beings yearn for acceptance from other human beings.

"Community" teaches us how to cope, how to love and, essentially, how to be human in the face of every scenario imaginable. As this study group of misfits embraces one another and unveil unconditional love--even in the face of difficult character flaws--we fans gain hope that someone (or a group of someones) out there will accept us for who we are, imperfections and all.

#sixseasonsandamovie

This scholarship is sponsored by USDish.com

Beirut.

Beautiful beautiful beautiful.

My shallow side....

You may have seen the last couple pictures I posted/were posted on my page on Facebook.

Sometimes, I'm really confident.

Anyway...pertaining to the title (but I guess the images above also reflect that):

It is perhaps my guiltiest of my guilty pleasures. (And my parents will probably be appalled that I'm publicly announcing this...and that it's my longest post amongst my recent posts.)

My guiltiest pleasure: The Bachelorette.

Jack.

So. I kinda worship Jack Donaghy.

Today, I met a woman whose first name is Lemon. Needless to say, I took advantage of every opportunity to say her name just so I can be like Jack. 

So. I guess I kinda worshipped myself today.

Blind Pilot.

Such beautiful music. 

I love you all.

The Great Gatsby.

First, a joke.

Two communists were sitting naked on a porch. One turned to the other and asked, "Have you read Marx?" The second communist said, "Yes, I think it's these wicker chairs."

Rimshot. Haha..hahahaha..ha..ha..A grand thank you to Mackenzie for sharing this joke with me.

Second, The Great Gatsby trailer. 

I am absolutely stoked for this movie. 

I've been reading a lot of criticisms of the trailer alone, and I have to disagree with every negative point made about it. 

One...as in the result of the fusion of Baz Luhrmann and The Great Gatsby. One greatness. It is as if the gods of cinematography shifted the stars around just to make sure Luhrmann would create a beautiful film about the glamorous 20's. The trailer conveys a similar atmosphere that Moulin Rouge had; this is Luhrmann's signature. Both eras were intriguing eras. (And is it me, or does Tom Buchanan remind you a lot of the Duke from Moulin Rouge?)

Random and random Musings of Eden

(This post is all over the place...I had 9 hours of sleep last night and I have no idea what to do with all this energy! My thoughts are going 10 times faster than they usually do!)

First, a song. I know, I know, I usually end with one, but it's a happy song...interesting video, but a happy song.

Moving on.

Anyone who has been with me in the past year knows that I have been having a hard time staying awake. I'm just tired all the time and this is a recent trait that has plagued me throughout my sophomore year of college. It seemed every movie I saw, I fell asleep in.

And anyone who knows me knows that I cannot make decisions / sometimes incoherent when I am awoken / tired. (As also evident here, in the tale of my lost wallet.) People have funny tales of my late night responses to their midnight texts and phone calls.

I went to see "The Artist." I am utterly obsessed. It was the greatest film I have ever seen. And it rightfully won 5 Academy Awards.

Tall people.

Well, I'm home. And since I've been home, I've made more in this past week working for my dad than in two months at my minimum wage job at school. Glorious minimum wage.

I've also seen The Shins. It was wonderful.

James Mercer, Yuuki Matthews, Jessica Dobson, Richard Swift, Joe Plummer

Excellent concert. James Mercer has a beautiful voice and I love him.

New favorite. 

At the same time, I think I'm more infatuated with the bassist, Yuuki Matthews. I'm find him quite attractive. Also, Joe Plummer from Modest Mouse? Incredible. 

Anyway, I think there's something bizarre in New York's water...like growth hormones. Everyone at the concert was at least a foot-and-a-half taller than me. During that time between the opener and The Shins--the time where people started pushing each other to get to the front--I got separated from my friends. The world's tallest couple divided us.

"I think this girl's friends are behind us," Tall Woman said. I guess she noticed me trying to communicate with Mackenzie and Aly.

"It's okay, we can see over this one," Tall Man responded.

Happy Easter!--Celebrating it the American way.

Really quick: my blog is one-year-old as of yesterday! Moving on. Last year, I finished finals and was home to celebrate Easter. This year, I'm still in school. But no worries.

It finally hit me the other day that my family never really "celebrated" Easter. Yes, we talked about the religious aspect of it, but besides that, I only remember one year we hid eggs in the front yard, but because I was terrified of nature due to lyme-disease-ridden ticks, that was the end of that.

Oh, and I also remember from my childhood the high school field was filled with the little chocolate eggs and at the blow of a whistle, all the little kids ran the field and fought each other to gather the most eggs. Then we stopped going. I think someone was trampled? I could have dreamt that. But it was the Hunger Games. We shamelessly used our baskets as clubs as we clawed at each others' fists to grab their chocolates.

I was over at Crystal's for dinner last night and everyone at the table, with the exception of me and Crystal, receives gifts on Easter. It's like Christmas and Halloween combined! I mean, even Pope Benedict XVI got a 550 pound, 7.2 feet tall chocolate Easter egg.

As I learned yesterday (Nicolle described it to me), Easter is a very Catholic religion, in that sense. And seeing as how Southeast Asia was exposed to Christianity at a later century, we Asians don't have Easter gifts and such.

But today, I found this.

Mm. So good...and I may or may not have made this for myself.

My own Easter basket! Full of deliciousness, but alas, no new iPod (someone I spoke to yesterday got tech stuff like that for Easter).

Hello. It's been a while.

Hey there. Remember me? It's Eden. I promised I would write every week...I'm sorry I haven't. I also said that I would stop apologizing for not writing. Sorry that I did it again. And to motivate myself to write and you to continue to read, here are the next two topics that I will post about: my intrigue list (LMFAO, the duo, is number one) and people who laugh at everything I say.

But here's what has happened since I wrote last.

Audio-Files. (audio-files.com)
Audio-Files is a new television series that highlights up-and-coming independent bands across the country (and many come from Provo). This is the new account that I am working on with my PR lab. I am having so much fun working with this client, mainly because it deals with music. Like it on Facebook.

Thank you Imagine Dragons. (Acoustic version of "It's Time.")

If you're in Provo this Thursday, there is a free showing of Audio-Files' first episode. It's free, but you need to register for seats. Do it. I'll be there.

Speaking of Imagine Dragons, they are from Las Vegas. Guess where I went St. Patrick's Day weekend? I went to Vegas with my Nicolle and my Camille. It was exciting and new. I learned very fast not to look at the ground. Unfortunately, no one told the little seven-year-old who was there with his family. He picked up the cards like they were pennies and collected them like they were Pokemon. I'm never bringing my kids to Vegas.