Friday, April 27, 2012

First Week with Conan O'Brien: All the Questions you Didn't Ask

I have officially moved to LA, and I haven't had internet since I got here, which means that blogging has suffered.

Do you like being an intern for Conan O'brien?
It's amazing. Seriously. Yes it's unpaid, and yes there are a lot of coffee runs, but there are a lot of really amazing things, too. Last night we had Jack Black and Ingrid Michaelson on the show. I sat there watching and thought "I am so stinking lucky to be here."
Everyone is nice. All the staff members try to remember my name, and they all talk to me. Everyone smiles, and they are always up to have a conversation. I have so much to learn from all the other employees.
The hours are great. Unlike some productions that have 14 hour days, I'm only here from 9 am to 6 pm. 
On top of all that, we film in Warner Brothers Studios. This is a historic place. I'm in the same studio that Gold Diggers of 1933, Calamity Jane, A Star is Born, Oceans 11, Goonies, and Ghostbusters were filmed. Friends was taped a few buildings down. The courthouse from Batman is nearby. Currently we're surrounded by The Mentalist, Big Bang Theory, Ellen, Pretty Little Liars, and The Voice.

What do you do?
Anything and everything. I mentioned coffee runs earlier. I also set up the green room, stand in for actors during rehearsals, research future guests, work with the audience, welcome guests, help the band before the show, and I'm sure they'll be a lot more

Do you like LA?
Technically I don't live in LA, I live in Burbank, and I'm obsessed. It's humid, but it doesn't get nearly as hot as Florida, so it's glorious. The people here are incredibly kind and always ready to give a compliment. When you're here there's no point in eating at a chain restaurant because you can find great privately owned little places (My personal favorite may be Grilled Cheese and Cupcakes. It's exactly what the name says: a restaurant for adults whose tastebuds didn't mature past a 10 year-old's). Everyone has dogs, but they're more like fashion statements than pets.

Have you met a lot of famous people?
I don't know if I'd say "met," but I have said hi to some. . I've met/seen Jack Black, Ingrid Michaelson, Andy Richter, Conan O'Brien, the lady who played Elaine on Seinfield, and Morgan Spurlock.

Where are you living?
I live about a mile away from the studios in a great apartment. There are a few downsides. I don't have any furniture, so I'll be sleeping on an air mattress while I'm here. My bedroom doesn't have a light. There is a light switch, which probably connects to one of the outlets... but I can't figure out which one. It smells weird... like a cat. I think the last tenants must have owned a kitty, but its smell did not leave with them. And finally, I don't have internet. Other than that, it's quite fabulous.

If you actually have any questions let me know! 

Friday, April 20, 2012

Start Spreading the News, I'm Leaving Today

It's time.  After staying up in 3 am last night writing a research paper about Tangled I officially finished Winter 2012. Thank goodness I survived. Off to Conan.

People have been asking all month about how I feel about going to LA for Conan. 
"Are you nervous?"
"Are you excited?"
"Are you so happy?"
I've been so busy just trying not to fail out of school that I haven't had any time to think about Conan. 

Now I'm leaving tomorrow for California, and all I can think is... I want to take a nap. That's right, I have my dream internship and all I can think about is how much I want to sleep. I've packed, and planned, and stressed and I want to wrap myself up in sweats and sleep for three days.

I hope I only dream of this guy:

This summer I plan on starting a vlog, Be excited. If you have anything you want to hear about this summer, let me know. Your wish is my command sweet readers.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

For Michael

Have you ever met someone and you were best friends instantly? And I don't mean pretend best friends, but best friends FOREVER? It has happened to me. Once. His name is Michael.

First thing you should know about Michael is that he loves himself.
He loves himself so much that he said he didn't want to read my blog if it wasn't about him, and I told him it would be.
So here is our story.

It was my first day of my second summer working for the Mouse on the World Famous Jungle Cruise. My friend Bec was leaving work as I was getting on a boat, as she was leaving she said, "There is a boy here named Michael. He is great. I told him that he needs to give you his number by the end of the day. DON'T LET HIM FORGET!" When Becca and I decide we want someone to be our friend there is no escaping us. Michael had no idea what he was getting into.

I got his number, and forced him to hang out with us that night. We sang Backstreet Boys in the car as we drove to Steak and Shake. It was there that we took our first picture together:
Could we look any MORE unfortunate? The reason we became such good friends is because no one else wanted to be our friend.... obviously
He's a little awkward, obsessed with meeting stupid characters, and spends hours on pinterest, but he noticed when I got my hair cut, and from what I've heard, that's supposed to be a rare skill for a man to possess.

I wanted to include a screen shot of a funny conversation he have had on FB chat... but we never use fb chat, so instead I wanted to show the world that he has always been obsessed with characters.
The last day we got to hang out together before the summer ended, Michael volunteered us for this thing where you re-enact a scene from Pearl Harbor (?). I had never heard of it, all I knew is that we had to put on big black shoes, and smelly, blue plastic suits. Here is a really boring video of us before we went out for our performance.


And now he is going to come spend a weekend with me in LA in August.

I'm sorry you all had to read this post. I hope this brings you joy Michael.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Finals: Bringing Young Adult Complexions Back to Teenage-hood

Finals are hard, I feel like I might die, how can I carry on, blah blah blah. I will not write too much more about the hell known as finals week.

However, I will complain about one thing: What is all this stress doing to my face? Seriously. According to my complexion I should be getting ready to go to my first prom, not heading out to do my first big internship in LA.

"Oh Mordecai, I love the way your look was inspired by Enrique Iglesias and Minkus, it fits perfectly with my angel/princess gown." *
Some girls really can pull off the sweats, messy-hair, haven't gotten ready in days look. They may even look better in sweats than in their normal clothes. That is effortless beauty. My sister is one of those people.
It was hard to find a picture of her in sweats...
I am not one of those girls. I start looking like a cross between a state penitentiary inmate and a pile of dirty laundry.
It may be hard to believe, but I drew this myself.
 Alright, back to work.

*Most of my dance pictures look just about as awkward as this, only they aren't scanned into any sort of digital form. That is the only reason you are missing out on those treasures.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Bruised Fingertips

I am not a musician, but I am passionate about music. So the idea of spending a whole summer away from a piano was terrifying. I mean, how am I going to function without getting time to play the right hand of particularly unpopular musical theater songs? HOW?!? The idea terrified me.

I was faced with a choice: Tie the piano to the top of the jeep and bring it to LA this summer, or learn to play a new instrument.

And with that I introduce you to Charles,* the reason for the title of this post.
What I'm wearing:
Hoodie: High school yearbook staff w/ times new roman font
Shirt: Laguna Surf and Sport (purchased during my obsession with the show Laguna Beach)
Hair: Styled by a day lying around the house pretending to prepare for finals
Make up: Hahaha...
(I saw this whole "what I'm wearing thing" on a fancy fashion blog. It was time to incorporate fancy blogs into this one)
The uke with me looking fierce in the background. Though I may be mixing up the word "fierce" with another word meaning "angry yet confused."

It's really great. I'm really talented. After a few hours practicing I can now sing "Row, row, row your boat" as I strum along. You can ask my parents, they've heard me practice it a million times. They're really impressed though, I mean it has TWO chords. I'm a regular old... um... Hawaiian person who plays to ukulele.

Before you know it I will be playing the ever so cliche ukulele song Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Don't worry, videos will definitely be posted. It's alright to feel unusually excited by that idea.

*He doesn't actually have a name. I don't name inanimate objects. Though, apparently, I do give them genders, as I just referred to it as a he... But his name/title** will change continually with the circumstances. I wil usually call him "My Ukulele." It's cute,  I know

** I just realized that while I avoid giving inanimate objects names, I will give him a title. And I dub him a Duke.  Lord Duke My Ukulele of the Borupland

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Girl on Fire

Me two months ago:
Psh. Hunger Games. 
Never. No. I don't want to see it, thank you.

Me the night before the premiere:
It's going to be just like Twilight.
Not interested.

Me after reading a few reviews:
But I'll see it in the dollar theater

Me on Monday:
I would go if someone asked me...
but I'd go in protest

Me yesterday afternoon:
"Hey... Dad? What are you doing tomorrow?"
"Metal detecting." (duh)
"Do you, uh, want to go see Hunger Games with me?"
"When? I've got a lot of metal detecting to do"

Me right now:
I need archery lessons
And I need to learn how to use a throwing knife...
And I'm going to french braid my hair every day...
I love Peeta...
Shoot, I love Hunger Games!!!

The hipster in me fought a good fight, but lost to the pop-culture obsessed, blockbuster loving, adventure story side of me. I saw Hunger Games.

And what better way to watch the highest grossing blockbuster film of all time than with my dad and my little sister on a Saturday afternoon.
Anticipation building!!! ... even though Brooke had already seen it
We're movies with popcorn people... specifically kettle corn.
This is me pretending I'm still not excited
Since I've joined the Hunger Games team I think I'm going to go all the way with it.

I hope you're all looking forward to meeting my first child: Katniss Peeta Gale Primrose District 12 Bow and Arrow Mocking Jay Effie Trinket Fire "May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor" Gyllenhaal. 

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Omelette Nazi

It was 6:00 am. I had stayed up the night before until 2:30 am, yet I was excited to be up. 
Why? Two words.
Omelette Day

These are no ordinary omelettes, they are the omelettes at the Utah Valley Regional Hospital aka Manna from heaven. My fabulous roommate Annie introduced me to this rare celebration.

Let me paint you a picture.

You can get on an email list to be notified when there will be omelettes. The list has tons of subscribers. Every couple weeks, omelette fans will get an email from the hospital cafeteria "Omelette's will be served on Thursday." And so it begins.

We prepare the night before. Don't eat a big dinner, make sure you don't have any studying or class before 8:00 am, set your alarm, dress in the pajamas you will wear to the hospital the next morning, prepare purse and money.

They start serving omelette's at 7:00 am and they go until about 11:00, but you've got to be parked by 6:50 if you want to beat the crowd. 

After going through the maze of the hospital corridors, you finally arrive at the Red Rock Cafe on the third floor. It is time.

The line is run by Provo's very own omelette nazi. You've got to be prepared to order.
"Half omelette. Chicken, olives, tomatoes, spinach, lots of green peppers. Thank you." Then step aside. If you pause you may be skipped, or insulted at the least. 
Even if you are prepared, you are certain to get some sort of sassy quip from him. This morning I got two. The first came because I took this picture
look at all the condiments!!!
"'Scuse me, did you just take a picture?"
"Yes. Sorry. I swear you weren't in it"
"You better watch yourself, or I am going to take that camera."
"Oh no, not my baby!"
"You better believe it's your baby, because you are going to be nursing it back to health in the corner if you keep that up."

The second came when I placed my order
"Full omelette."
"Full omelette? No. You can't handle a full omelette."

But Annie and I escaped, omelette's in hand. We paid our $3.50 to the perk cashier and sat down to enjoy the taste of sweet victory. By then, it was about 7:15 and the line was already out the door.

Did I mention unlimited guacamole?

Annie doesn't always do thumbs up, but when she does it's because she has an omelette.
It's a great day.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

100th Post

The pressure is on. This is the big 1-0-0. Took almost 4 years to get here, but hey, at least we made it.
Wow. Can't believe I've been working on my sweet little Adult Shave Blog for that long, and regretting the title ever since (note: To those of you who stumbled here by googling something about an adult blog, or adults shaving I come bearing bad news. This is in no way an adult blog. No adult themes, nothing about shaving, and I've come to recognize that it's not even written by an adult. I wish you the best of luck with your next google search).

To celebrate big ONE-HUNDRED I'm going to make a list of 100 things. Not a list of 100 thing about me, just a list of 100 things. Here we go.

1. Hi Brooke, Jo, Dad, and Brian. I know you are my only followers. 
2. Hi weird guy who googled "Adult Blog" and has continued to read, even though I've clarified the content
3. I haven't seen Hunger Games yet. 
4. Here's a sentence for you all to learn in italian "Non ho l'anana, mi dispiace."
5. I don't have a pineapple, I'm sorry
6. Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to your house
7. My mom googles pictures of Justin Bieber
8. My dad metal detects
9. He even has a blog about it
11. 13 days until CONAN
12. Knock knock.
13. Who's there?
14. THE CHICKEN! (if you're confused, refer to #6)
15. My Jungle Cruise days are numbered... 
16. Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.
17. I have 8 trophies on my shelf right now
18. I'm Batman
20. I think if I randomly skip numbers no one will notice
21. Bananas and peanut butter
22. Pinterest
23. Google me. You'll see pictures
24. I love supernatural
25. Brooke's Baby hungry
26. Tomorrow there will only be TWELVE days until Conan
27. Tiramisu
28. Ryan Gosling/Jake Ghyllenhall
29. I've become a country fan
30. I hate the beach
31. I got distracted trying to find a youtube video to link from this post.
32. This is my fav website
33. THIS
34.  this
35. Dumb Laws
37. Eh.
38. HAHAHAHAH I love tiny hands
39. Religion
42. Squares
43. Not all those websites are worth visiting
44. On Your Porch - The Format
45. Forks over knives
46. Pilates at 8:05
47. Say no to T-swift
48. Italy is the best
49. My head is larger than average
50. I want to watch Supernatural... but it's dark outside, so I will be scared
51. Churros in Disneyland
52. My dog Dallas
53. Roadtrips
54. Sunny Days
55. Laughing really hard
56. Having no homework
57. Singing when no one else is home
58. Good Hair Days
59. Moulin Rouge
60. Ice Cream. All the Time
61. Get a job!
62. I am livid
63. Fer Rills
64. Nervous making!
65. Nugget!
66. !!!!!!!!!
67. Go home
68. Yeah girl
69. I'm sleepy
70. I love it
71. 30 Rock, SNL, Conan, New Girl, House
72. Canon T2i
73. I have SO many videos I need to edit
75. I swear when I grow up I won't just buy you a rose. I will buy you the whole flower shop, and you will never be lonely.
76. What's left to lose? You've done enough. And if you fail, well then you fail, but not to us. Cause these last 3 years, I know they've been hard, but it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it's alone
77. I cut my hair to short... and I cried
78. Did you make it this far?
79. If I could ride an elephant everywhere I would never ask for more
80. Sexey, France and Sexy, Peru. Real places
81. 3 Musketeers
82. Treasure Island
83. Alice in Wonderland
84. Girl names: Penelope, Alice (a la Alice in Wonderland, not Twilight), Bella (Because of my tie with Italy... again, not Twilight)
85. Boy names: Peter, Jack, Oliver, Ben
86. I love keeping a journal
87. I haven't been in the same place for a whole year since high school
88. I should be getting ready for finals
89. Should I start vlogging?
90. Facebook has not forced me to switch to timeline... yet
91. Zack Morris, I will always love you
92. First Concert: Britney Spears "Oops, I did it again" World Tour in SLC
93. First vacation I remember: Disneyland
94. First movie I remember seeing in theaters: Beauty and the Best
95. My sister just walked in my room
96. Come on and ZOOM come on and Zoom
97. Arthur - The musical episode
98. I was really excited about this semester... funny
99. Seriously... this needs to be done
100. FINALLY!!!!!!

Oh my gosh, I regret starting this stupid list.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Sleepy Carl

Mike Birbiglia said it best when it came to how hard it is to wake up in the morning
When I go to bed at night, it's like a different human being enters my body for the night shift. I call my guy Sleepy Carl -- that's my guy. And he's a terrible employee, but he's a great dude. He's always slobbering on my pillow and muttering about Vietnam, but then he'll try to talk me out of waking up with his great plans. He'll be like, 'Why would you go out there when you could stay here and ride on a ferris wheel made of pizza?'
Right now, I'm texting my sister planning our trip to the gym tomorrow morning.
At 7.

I really understand what Mike is saying because I go through a very similar thing every morning, only my version of Sleepy Carl has magic powers. Let me explain.

When I go to sleep my bed feels like this:

But when the alarm goes off at 6:30 a.m. Sleepy Carl has turned it into this:

Ain't no way I'm leaving this to go pretend I know what I'm doing at the gym

Darn you Sleepy Carl!!!

Note: My sister is worse than I am. We've continued to text while I wrote this post. The conversation follows
Brooke: Gym at 7?
Me: Yeah...
Brooke: Sounds painful... Anytime after 4 an option?
Me: No, I have class
Brooke: 7 is earlyyyyyyy...
Me: Yup! and we'll be there. Tell yourself it's easy.
Brooke:  Poop. Ok.
* a few seconds later *
Brooke: I changed my mind. Let's go at 8. I'm not going [in to work] early tomorrow
Me: Are you sure? Think of your camera [that you want to buy]
Brooke: $120 is not going to buy me a camera. I'll just pinch more pennies
Me: Fair. See you at 8

And this is why we are so thin and fit...

I Get Sappy When I Talk About My Family

I love the annual Hirschi family easter egg hunt, mostly because Brooke and I get to hide all the eggs. We are amazing at hiding eggs... especially if you consider the fact that we've had the hunt in the same place for the last four years, so we really know where to hide them. This year Zane got to help us out. That man is a professional egg hider. (if you are in need of a professional egg hider this year, Zane is a fairly affordable master of the science).

The children in my family are perfection. Seriously. I have no children yet, but I'm already jealous that my cousins are cuter than my own children.
Favorite picture of the hunt
There are a MILLION pictures I would love to share, but I'll try to limit it to a few very special, descriptive ones. I'm sure my sister will post more, if she ever gets to pictures off this card... All photo credit goes to her

On a really serious note, this semester has been incredibly hard. It's difficult to describe how hopeless I've felt, but then I'm with my family, and there is so much love and, at least for a little bit, everything starts to feel completely okay. 

I know Brooke wasn't going for any sort of theme in her pictures, she was just taking candid pictures of all the cute things that were happening around. Look how much our dads love us.
Uncle Jon (John?) and his spunky toddler
Brent and his baby... she was having a hard day as you can see  
My papa and me :)
Missy's kids showing grandpa their eggs.
I love going on adventures, and traveling, and making movies, and I've had a LOT of really incredible experiences: Italy, Disney World, Conan. But you know what is the most amazing thing in my life? My  family. It's special.
Love makes us contort our faces to be as unattractive as possible
Tomorrow (today? It's 2:20 a.m. I should go to bed) I get to hang out with the Borup side of the family for my Grandma's birthday and Easter. 

Friday, April 6, 2012

The hardest semester of school, courtesy of Mr. Bellpond

Do you remember last year when I was locations manager for a film? It was so incredibly stressful, and hard, and caused some stomach ulcers? Actually, you probably don't remember because I was SO stressed that I didn't write the entire time we were filming, but I did post a few pictures in this BLOG POST. Well, guess what? IT WON TWO STUDENT EMMYS! One for best director, and another for best comedy. This is a HUGE deal! It's basically the biggest honor a student film can receive, and I was a part of it. 

Another film I worked on, My Hero, won best family short... or something like that. I only helped for one day, but I still got my name in the credits!

And LOOK! Here is a picture of the homepage of For those of you who helped me, look closely. You may see a few objects I borrowed, or the benefit of some money you donated.

look closely at that window in the background... now look at this

You should all go watch clips from the film HERE

Thursday, April 5, 2012

I thought maybe the world would change

Today I got bangs. It was a big decision, and I've been thinking, and pining, and praying about this monumental choice for weeks. I mean, me getting bangs could potentially solve the debt crisis, repair Kim Kardashian and that-tall-guy's marriage, and end world hunger. THIS WAS A BIG DEAL!

The point I'm trying to make is that it felt like I was making a big change in my appearance, and I was terrified. I thought everyone would notice... or at the very least my hairdresser's assistant would. She did not. She walked away for a second while my stylist chopped 10+ inches off the front of my hair, then came back and said, "Wait... did you change something?"

Isn't it weird how something that seems like a big deal to us really doesn't matter even a bit to people around us?

I know that you are probably all just as shocked as I was that no one passed out because of the shock... or you are upset that you had to read a whole post about a change in my hair. I'm guessing most of you are in the latter category. So... I apologize.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Life is a Science Fiction Movie

During my usual time of Pinteresting (pinteresting: The act of looking at images on pinterest and realizing just how uncreative and poor you really are) I stumbled across this picture of a gorgeous girl wearing something that looked like a head-band across her forehead. At first I thought maybe she was using a headband in an effort to look like the black guy on Star Trek. Don't lie, you tried it when you were little. 

Then I thought maybe she was a hipster of some sort, trying to be ironic with her lensless, frameless glasses
Maybe he was also just trying to be an ironic hipster. "I totally said 'Beam me up Scotty' before it was mainstream."
I clicked on the link and saw this video about what this fore-head-band was all about

OH SWEET DEARY! We are going to look like cyborgs! We are going to look into the sky and know the temperature! We are going to learn to play the ukelele for our girlfriends while looking at a city skyline at sunset! (are we really going to need a map to get around a bookstore?)

Google says they have no set release date. As embarrassing as I think these look I'll probably put them at the top of my Christmas list that year.

Monday, April 2, 2012

My Good Intentions

I always have the intention of writing really short witty blog posts. I write down ideas in my phone, and I take pictures at special moments. Then I forget. Story of my life. Today I shall do a quick summary of the pictures, and then from now on I will be a real blogger, like unto my sister. 

First off, festival of colors. In high school it was fun, but now everyone goes and it's just not as cool (pardon me, is my hipster showing?) But, for the sake of being a part of a social gathering I go. I love the people, and I love the bright colors, and I love the temple, but I do not love the taste of chalk, or washing it out of my ears for the next few weeks, not to mention sitting in traffic for an hour trying to get home. Why do I do these things?

This is the first time I had cut an onion. I made some DELICIOUS marinara sauce from scratch, and it required that I chop one. I thought I was better than crying, but I was wrong. I lost a pound in water weight from those tears... that's a lie. The point is I sobbed. No one is imune to the power of the onion

I got one incredibly special valentine from my friend Bec. She takes really good care of me. I needed this.

We checked out books for the movie...

a lot of books...

about 400 books. It was a huge pain, but O. M. G. I love how pretty books are.

Another grievance about festival of colors. When I first went, there was ONE big throwing. Now there are a million, which is great, because they can be really crowded, but it also means that there isn't the great moment where you are totally clean, and the next second you are all colored. As you walk from your car to the temple you will be bombarded by people from earlier throwings trying to get rid of all their chalk. I dodged every person I saw with an unemptyed bag, but this is what I looked like by the time I got to the grounds. Moments later I was covered, and I had gotten my first mouthful of maroon color.