The ColdStone Experience Plus Two Reviews!

The Coldstone Experience and Two Reviews

Well, I'm alive. That's all that really matters. I'll explain in my next blog entry, which I wrote on the plane but don't feel like discussing right now, why I am so lucky to be alive. However, right now I'm dedicating this particular blog entry to my dear sister Brandy, who told me I had to either write some form of story OR update my blog.

Needless to say, I have no plot bunnies nibbling my toes, so I will update my blog.

Quite a bit ago, my sister was in a foul mood. I can't quite remember why she was in a foul mood, probably something having to do with Disney and their lousy casting/scheduling/entire staff. However, she had sent me a text message that morning stating that I had to try Coldtone's pumpkin ice cream. To make her feel better, I decided to make an adventure out of it ( as I do with most things I do ). So here it is, thoughtfully and creativly titled "The Coldstone Experience".

The Coldstone Experience

Here we have Coldstone, as shown from the outside. How lovely it be.

And here we have boy-I-can't-remember-his-name. He told me to not take any pictures of him. So, of course, I took a picture of him right after he said that.

Boy-I-don't-remember-his-name ( who we will call Dudley, because he reminds me of Dudley Dursley from the Harry Potter series ) is making the pumpkin ice cream as I ordered. I asked him what he thought would go well with pumpkin ice cream, to which he responded "caramel and grahm crackers". I told him to go right ahead. I don't think I really had a choice, because he had already done it.

Apologies for the sideways pictures, I'm too lazy to put them rightside. That is the finished product of my lovely pumpkin ice cream, lumpy with grahm cracker goodness.

I say goodbye to Dudley, who for some reason gave me my ice cream at a discount. He thought I didn't notice, but the ice cream only cost me $2.50, and I know an ice cream is more expensive than that. Oh, Dudley, you shouldn't have!

Back in the car, away from the prying eyes of Mr.Dursley, I now can record my true response to the orange abomination in my hand.

First bite... will I love it? Will I hate it?

Does that face answer your question? Ignore the fact that it is an unbelievably attractive expression and instead focus on the emotion that the expression is trying to show.

The aftertaste of the ice cream = HORRIBLE. However, I am a trooper! Plus, I think that it's that type of flavor where the more you eat it, the more you get used to it.

"I think I can! I think I can!" I'm completely exaggerating, by the way. The ice cream was actually pretty good, once you get past the shocking flavor of it. It reminded me of a pumpkin muffin, only not a muffin.

Another lovely face as I bite into the pumpkin ice cream yet again. *thinking* Hey, this might not be so bad after all!!!

A few bites later, I dissagree with myself. Although eating the pumpkin ice cream was pleasant for a short time, the last few bites of the ice cream are the hardest, because now I have eaten all the grahm cracker, and there is nothing left but pure pumpkin ice cream with nothing to dilute it. This is my "I think I can" face.

"Halfway through the ice ceam, I'm OOOKKKAYY!"

The last couple bites are always the hardest. Chugga chugga chugga chugga choo choooo. I think I can I think I can!

TADA! DAMN STRAIGHT BITCHES!!!!

End The Coldstone Experience

I conquered the pumpkin ice cream. To Brandy I say this. We may have more different tastes in ice cream than we originally considered.

I'm not sure if 'more different' makes sense there, but for the life of me I can't think of anything more intelligent to put there.

OH. In other news, I actually SAW Ratatouille. Like.... a few times. And I have to say that it was TOTALLY better than I expected! It turns out that it was not, as I predicted, called Ratatouille because it starred a Rat. I think that was just a strange coincidence.

It was actually a really sweet movie! I was touched by it! Even though the ending had me very confused... soooo, pretty much he gets his dream of cooking, but he can never truely be a famous chef because he is shunned by society. It's a good message, follow your dreams and you'll succeed. However, it has a nasty aftertaste of reality along with its sunny, happy ending. Chef Gusteu's was shut down because Remy worked there, and they have to keep his amazing talents a secret, and somebody else gets all the credit for his great work.

So moral of the story - you may be amazing at what you do, but sometimes you have to suck it up and deal with the fact that although you're great, you just may not get recignized for it. So chalk it up to experience and be happy with the fact that you're doing something you love, whether or not the outcome of it is what you expected it to be.

Bringing my personal life into this, I believe I just had an epiphany I wish I'd had quite a while ago.

I also believe the moral of the movie was sometimes it's not a good idea to be something that you're not. Remy thought that he didn't fit in with the rest of his rat family, so since he was so interested in cooking, he must then have to act like a human. Then he realized that he didn't fit in with the humans. He was just Remy. He didn't have to fit in with either to belong with them, and he didn't have to change who he was for them to still love him.

See, this is why I love Disney movies.

Surprisingly, unlike what I said in my last blog about the subject, the movie DID keep my attention, and the animation was really good. Again, the only problem I really had with it was the fact that Remy could understand Linguini, and Linguini himself. I just totally did not like him.

Also in movie news, I saw Enchanted.

It was the best movie I have seen in a while. Unlike other movies, aka Brokeback Mountainm Spiderman 3, and Hairspray, I left the theater feeling happy. Brokeback Mountain I left the theater feeling empty and depressed, Spiderman 3 ended with me, once again, feeling like Peter made a gigantic mistake in decisions like always, and Hairspray made me a bit mad that Tracey hadn't won Miss Teen Hairspray AND a bit unnerved at the unrealistic response to the integration of the Corny Collins Show. Don't get me wrong, I was happy that the show became integrated, but it was completely unrealistic that Lil' Einez could have won.

Anyhow, the ending of the movie was JUST perfect. I LOVED that Idina Menzel's character Nancy went back to Andelasia with Prince Edward, and I LOVE that Giselle stayed with Robert and his daughter, and I LOVE that Giselle was the one that ended up saving Robert and killing the dragon. I LOVE the fact that Robert said he didn't sing when Giselle said that he should sing Nancy a ballad softly into her ear to show her how much he loves her, and that he said he didn't dance when she said that the way to show he loves someone is to take her dancing just to hold her close, but then at the ball he waltzes with her and holds her close, and sings the song that's playing in her ear! *sqeeeeee* Okay sorry that was a complete girly hopeless-romantic moment. I also love the fact that every single Princess movie possibly imagined was featured in the movie, and the fact that when Robert gets super mad and says, "Now Nancy thinks that we... that we..." and can't finish the sentance, Giselle looks scandalized and finishes, "*gasp* KISSED?!" and looks more mortified.

I just loved the entire movie and encourage everyone to see it. Seriously.

But I'm going to end this blog entry because I have a headache and I'm hungry.

Hasta la vista!