The day started out so lovely. Sundays are really nice. Especially for a relationship addict like me. I get to hang out with God and my favorite people. Aw. Fun stuff. Worship was awesome, I felt God so close, the sun was shining through the windows and one of my best friends, Jessica, came to church for the first time in a while. The day continued to be super. I held some really cute babies and laughed alot with friends. Then we went to Baha Fresh and ate Mexican. Sweeet.

But after lunch, things went downhill. Poopy. To put it mildly. My good friend Kristen turned 16, and so for her birthday some other s and I took her out to see a movie. There was a group of about nine. She was so cute and excited to see “Are We Done Yet,” which, I to say, but, I was not looking forward to. I thought it looked cheesy; I kind of suggested seeing Blades of Glory. You know, the John Heder Will Ferrel flick. Kristen is easy going either way, but I could tell she’d rather see the other one, so I completely backed off. However, we hung out at Baha Fresh too long and missed that showing. Secretly, I was happy, because the only other movie at that time was Blades of Glory. Of course I was disappointed for Kris, but my selfish side was kind of happy. Besides, she seemed ok with it.

It started off cute. I liked Napoleon Dynamite alot, so I figured I couldn’t go wrong with more John (Jon?) Heder humor. I thought to myself, “I’m really going to enjoy this.” I knew it was about to male figure skaters that got banned from their division for having a brawl. Then, they decided to skate as a pair and compete again for the gold. Reconciliation. Ice Skating. Random guys. It was looking good. John Heder looked hilarious with his perfect dyed blond curls and sparkly pink lip gloss. Will Ferrel looked kind of pudgy and disgusting and hairy. I figured there would be a few ual innuendos, being that two males would be skating in a division that was originally for male/female couples. But, I honestly didn’t think it would be that bad. Not for a PG-13. It was awful. Raunchy. I feel gross and dirty, like I did something bad.

You might call me naive, sheltered or whatev, but eeeewwww. Why do people think talking about and suggestive moves and jokes are so funny? There were some funny lines in it. But the slime of the dirty parts just made the whole film poopy. I felt so awful for suggesting it. And for having my little sister there. What a jerk am I. But, I didn’t know. I wish we would have all walked out. But it’s too late now. And I still feel like I need a spiritual shower. You know, though, I’m glad I can still have a sensitive spirit on these issues. It’d be bad to get so numb, things that are wrong don’t bother you. De-sensitized.

So, I’m wondering, why do all these perfectly awesome plots have to have perfectly awful parts? Just like in life, why does this beautiful world have to have so much sad, evil stuff. It’s fallen; we’re fallen.

Warren Barfield sings this awesome song. It’s called “Beautiful Broken World.” You’ll have to hear it some time. But I believe so firmly in his lyrics. This world has so much beauty…I look at our Oregon, green, green, green, with pink and orange sunsets. It’s awesome. And the sweet beauty of friendship (awww). But, it’s so broken too. Things like nature get polluted and trashed. Things like relationships get screwed up with abuse and miscommunication…etc.

So, in a nutshell…don’t see Blades of Glory. I know some of you loved it. But, poo. Yuck. Alright. Peace out. Love you guys. <3 christen ariel pagett