Chucky Versus Supermodelquins

Does anyone else hate the Old Navy mannequin commercials? In case you need a refresher:



These commercials creep me out! Isn't a mannequin essentially a life-size doll? And when you think of creepy dolls, who comes to mind? Chucky, anyone? Not that I've ever seen Child's Play, but seeing his face was enough to scar me for life.

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Not that when I see one of these commercials, I automatically think of Chucky, but I think that's why they creep me out. But even if I didn't find them creepy, I would still find them obnoxious.

Anyway, I finally decided I had had enough of these talking mannequins, so last night I decided to send Old Navy a quick email, which read:

I just wanted to tell you that the Old Navy mannequin commercials are creepy and diminish any desire I have to shop there. Thought you should know.


I got a reply today:


Dear oldnavy.com Customer,

Thank you for sharing your concerns with us regarding our Supermodelquins advertising campaign.  We take feedback like yours very seriously and were so sorry to hear that you found this campaign to be objectionable.

Old Navy advertisements are intended to reflect a shopping experience that is fun for the whole family and we apologize if you found our ads to be offensive in any way.

We've shared your comments with the Old Navy marketing team and our advertising agency so they can be taken into consideration when developing future advertising campaigns.

Again, thanks for bringing your concerns to our attention.  We hope you will continue to let us know how we are doing.

Sincerely,

Linda
Customer Service Consultant


Haha! It feels good to know that my opinion counts, and that I can save the world by tearing down one bad commercial at a time! I think I'm going to start speaking my mind more often. 

By the way, if you are interested in purchasing your very own collectible Chucky, click on the link below his picture.

Guns in the Library

I'm on the second floor--the quiet floor--of the library, and there's this guy sitting two desks down from me playing some sort of war game on his laptop. He has it turned up loud enough so I can hear it through his headphones. Thank you for making me a part of this.

I'm working on my ten-page research paper. Wish me luck!

Peace.

Organized Stupidity

I know I said I wasn't going to post everyday anymore, but so far I can't seem to stop.

I just wanted to take a moment to express my distaste for group projects. I was part of a really lame group presentation today in my Family Interactions class. I tried to tell them our class activity wouldn't work, but people don't seem to hear me in these groups! I'm also in a group for my Religion and Society class, and we have to write a ten page paper to go along with our presentation. There are five of us, so it would make sense to break the paper into sections and have each person write two pages, right? Well, one girl agreed with this suggestion, but the self-designated voice of the group insisted on writing the paper journal entry style, and she and another girl were going to write it. The rest of us had our own assignments--they asked me to edit the video we were going to make in the next couple days. After we filmed it, the same girl who was so adamant about how we wrote this paper, decided she wanted to edit the video. When I asked her what she wanted me to do instead, she said she and the other writer would send me what they had written, and I could finish off the paper. Well, I got their email today--they sent me a little over a page. I am in the middle of writing a ten-page research paper for an English class, which means it actually needs to be good. Do they honestly expect me to write nine pages on my own before Tuesday? Fat chance: that's all I have to say.

P.S. Now this guy in yet another group failed to post his edit online by midnight, so now the whole group suffers. Way too much group work for one semester! Curse you, BYU-I Learning Model!

I Just Found the Weirdest Video

I went on YouTube for a specific purpose that I am too exhausted to recall. Instead I clicked on this weird-looking video.



Back to homework...

Hooray, December!

Well, I made it through National Blog Posting Month, so now I don't have to worry about posting every day anymore, which is fine because most of my posts probably went unread anyway. And I didn't win any of the prizes, so I will probably never do that again. I'm not creative enough to post daily. Mostly, I just had to finish it because I started it.  Goodbye, NaBloPoMo! Goodbye forever!

I started Weight Watchers yesterday. I know I'm not fat. My roommate Natalie is doing it, and I have this terrible habit of eating everything in sight while I'm procrastinating homework. I'm hoping Weight Watchers will help me control my appetite enough so I can make it through a year of school without gaining weight. If you don't know how it works, it actually makes a lot of sense. Everything you eat is assigned a number of points based on its calorie, fiber, and fat content. You are alloted a certain amount of points each day. So you can eat what ever you want as long as you don't go over your points. And whatever points you don't use during the week, you can use to reward yourself with a tasty treat on the weekend. I realize it's only been a couple days, but I like that I don't feel like I'm making a huge change. I think I am just more conscious of portion sizes. For instance, I eat a normal serving of mac and cheese rather than devour half the box. Also, since I've committed myself, I don't crave an entire pan of brownies, which happens more often than you would think. It's funny how it just took a few numbers to help me control my appetite.

By the way, most of you said you would not date someone with baby hands. You're all shallow, and so am I.

Now to finish that ten-page research paper...

Yup

So my dating life is so pathetic that my home teacher is magnifying his calling by helping me get a date. He talked to this guy--we'll call him Chuck--and told him he should ask me out. That was two or three weeks ago. About an hour ago, I was taking the trash out to the dumpster and my home teacher came sliding on the ice toward me, and took over my chore. What a gentleman! He stopped to talk for a little while, and who should come sliding toward us next but Chuck! He stayed for a about a minute before he went off to his apartment. Then my home teacher said, "Oh, sorry! Was I interfering with flirting time?" Pah! I just laughed at him

I was supposed to do something with a friend while I was down in Utah. We talked on Wednesday and planned to do something on Friday. Friday came, and I got a text from him in the afternoon saying he didn't realize his family had so much going on that day, but he asked if he could call me later. I told him yes and asked if he still wanted to do something later or if he was busy all day. I'm still waiting for a reply.

Thankful for Thanksgiving

I'm back in Rexburg, and I'm already freaking out. I need to get started on homework! Also, I'm afraid of throwing up because I was around sick people all week, and Danielle was puking all night Friday. Dangit. I always get sick during finals.

I had a great time in Utah, though. Here are some pics:

Ryan slid through the chair feet first and then realized he couldn't pull his head through.

On Friday, we went to see the Christmas lights on Temple Square.

Brianna got cold and had to wear Grandpa's shirt. She put it on and yelled, "I'm ugly!" And then she would only wear when we were in dark areas. The second she thought she was being noticed, the old man shirt came off.

This could be me in a couple days.

I went for walks with my grandpa, and this is what we saw. Utah feels much warmer than Idaho.