Sniffles to Sobs: The Katelyn Gentry Movie Cry Continuum

In my last post, I mentioned that I cry in almost every movie ever. Though it may have seemed like an exaggeration, it's actually pretty close to true.  Now, when I say "I cried in that movie," I think some people get the impression that it's always this terrible weeping and wailing and a tiny bit of teeth-gnashing. It's only that way sometimes, though.

So, to avoid giving people the impression that I'm constantly a bundle of tears, I've decided to write a guide to my movie crying levels. Below you will find explanations of 5 different levels of crying, including descriptions of their manifestations, as well as some insight into why I cry about those things.

Level 1: The Allergy Cry. Movie scenes in this category are usually not overly sentimental or sensational in terms of the emotions they try to evoke, but I just happen to feel things--especially happiness--really strongly. Movies or movie scenes at Level 1 give me the sniffles, I have to concentrate harder on catching my breath, and I have a few tears welling up in my eyes. If I had the ability to feel embarrassed, I would probably be embarrassed that these movies made me cry.

Examples: Men in Black III, The 3 Stooges, The Muppets, How to Train Your Dragon, Joyful Noise, The Amazing Spider-man

Level 2: The eye-poke cry. This is when something is just beautiful. I can't really describe it another way. These movies feature people coming together despite their differences, cheesy ironies in love stories, etc. Pretty much any inspirational sports movie fits into this category, as do most romantic comedies. The smiling eye-poke cry is pretty self-explanatory . . . it's when I still have complete control over my face, but my eyes are watering as if I've been poked in the eye.

Examples: My Best Friend's Wedding, Serendipity, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, Remember the Titans, The Blind Side, We Are Marshall, Miracle, Angels in the Outfield

Level 3: Just because. A lot of times I'll cry a Level 3 (several tears coming down my face, but still able to keep my eyes open) when I'm not necessarily feeling any strong emotions, but I just feel like crying to release some stress or toxins or something. Often, I'm just recalling the fact that I once felt those emotions in the movie, meaning it used to make me cry a Level 5, but now I just cry out of habit.

Examples: A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, October Sky, Mister Magorium's Wonder Emporium, I Am Sam, Walk the Line

Level 4: Beauty Queen Sobs. This one happens during sweet moments that have a tinge of bitter, or just completely sweet moments (like a parent and child relationship being repaired or strengthened), etc. This is when I'm crying a lot--meaning that I have many tears running down my face and I can't always keep my eyes open through much of it--but I can cry fairly quietly and still smile. A lot of times I'm laughing through my tears, too, which happens to be my (and Truvy Jones's) favorite emotion.

Examples: What to Expect When You're Expecting, Toy Story 3, Ramona and Beezus, People Like Us, Tangled, Steel Magnolias

Level 5: The Ugly Cry. This is pretty much reserved for movies with deaths that hit me really hard, like those of a pet, a baby/young child, or a spouse. I can't control what my face is doing or what noises come out of my mouth. I often sound like a dying whale, which perfectly complements the mascara running down my face, mingling with the snot from my nose, ending in a beautiful mess of nastiness dripping from my chin faster than I can wipe it with my hand or a tissue. See Matthew 13:42.

Examples: Charly, 17 Miracles, Bridge to Terabithia, P.S. I Love You, Marley and Me, Finding Neverland

So there you have it, my Movie Cry Continuum. Look forward to movie reviews with my cry rating on them in the coming months/years. Keep in mind, though, that depending on the day, any movie could make me cry at just about any level. I have been known to cry a Level 5+ inRemember the Titans, for example. What about you, readers? What movies make you cry?

The answer

I have the answer to why I'm still single. It's the only possible explanation.

I'm not ticklish. 

See, all of my roommates are ticklish, and they all have boyfriends or a fiancé. Almost daily, I hear one of them being tickled in our living room or kitchen. (You can take a quick barf break now if you want. I'll stick around though; all my experience in this arena has led to an increasingly suppressed gag reflex.)

Ok, are you back? Cool. Well, I'm completely (halfway) serious about this hypothesis. Don't believe that I'm not ticklish? Well, I love having people tickle/massage my feet because I think it feels awesome, and my armpits, belly, and neck just aren't ticklish. The only exception is that sometimes I hug my friend (i.e.; we share a hug that is scientifically qualifiable as the best hug in the world)

like this

and his beard whiskers make me giggle. Or sometimes he talks while we're hugging and makes the inside of my ear all tickly. I also feel like my funny bone is hyperticklish sometimes. Other than that, though, I pretty much stopped being ticklish around 8 years ago . . . right around the time of my first heartbreak. Coincidence?

Maybe there's something about being ticklish that signifies some vulnerability, and when it comes to dating, people like that. I guess I've just got to show my vulnerability in other ways. Yay for crying in almost every movie ever! 

Purist Movie Quotations Part 1: Nacho Libre

If you know me well, you know that I'm not easily provoked. However, the two exceptions to this are (1) when people insult UNC--especially in favor of Dook--and (2) when they mess up quotations from my favorite movies. I'm definitely a purist when it comes to quotations from Nacho Libre.  I'm tired of people quoting some of my favorite comedic moments incorrectly. (On a slightly tangential note, I also get a little bugged when people use "quote" as a noun. Adversely, I'm usually a little bit tempted to fall in love with any man who uses the word "quotation.") Anyway, here it is.

Quotation #1: "When you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants in your room. It's for fun."

Variations:

• "You wear stretchy pants in your room, if you are a man."
• "You wear stretchy pants if you're a man."
• (This one really overcooks my grits.) "You wear stretchy pants in your room. Just for fun."

Seriously, where does the "just" come from? It doesn't even sound like it.

Quotation #2: "You gotta be kidding me. Everything you just said is my favorite thing to do every day."

Variations: 

• "All of those things you do, I like to do every day."
• "All those things are my favorite things every day." 
• Anything that doesn't include the proper pauses (after "said," "do," and "every").

Quotation #3: "Maybe it's time for me to get a better duty!"

Variations:

• "I gotta get a different duty!"
• "I need a different duty!"

The entire funny-value of this quotation comes from the "better duty" portion. Opting for the more alliterative "different duty" is a choppy disservice to this hilarious phrase that makes it sound like Nacho needs a "better doody." Because I'm a twelve-year-old boy, that's why.

Quotation #4: "I'm a little bit concerned right now, about your salvation and stuff. How come you have not been baptized?"

Variations:

• "I'm worried about your salvation and stuff."
• Anything that includes the word "baptized" with American intonation.

Quotation #5: "They might have the appearance of riches, but beneath the clothes, we find the man, and beneath the man, we find . . . his . . . nucleus."

Variation:

• Anything that leaves out the "beneath the clothes, we find the man" portion. They're usually just left saying, "Beneath the man, we find his nucleus," and that's not nearly as funny on its own as it is with the progressive beneathing.

Quotation #6: "I hate all the orphans in the whole world."

Variation:

• "I hate all the orphans in the whole wide world."

Esqueleto may be a street urchin, but he doesn't have the exaggeration methods of a six-year-old.

K folks, that's all for this installment of PMQ. So go. Go away! Read some books!

Carolina In My Mind . . . but for real. And for good.

In about 2 months, I will be moving back to North Carolina. This isn't really news, since I've pretty much known since I graduated college that I'd be getting back to the Tarheel State as soon as it was the right thing to do. Still, even though it's been my plan for over a year to move back to NC this coming August, the past 2 weeks have changed pretty much every detail of that plan.

I've been thinking and praying a lot about this decision lately, because although I have experiences every day that make me really excited to leave Provo and get to NC, I also have experiences every day that bring me close to tears when I think about having to leave this place. This has been my home for five years, and I can't deny that it's been great to me. I've learned so much here, and I know I'm a better person now than I was when I first came, largely due to the friendships and other associations I've made in my time here. I have grown so much and really expanded my horizons (and no, I'm not referring to the Freshman 15), and I will never forget the people--professors, academic advisors, boys I've had crushes on, roommates, Church leaders, and lifelong best friends--who have contributed to that growth. Part of me wants to stay here forever, but I know it's time for me to leave in order to progress in the ways I want and need to progress.

Originally, I planned to move somewhere near Raleigh. I eventually want to get certified to teach Special Education, and I'm planning on doing that through UNC's Continuing Education program, so I figured I might as well live and work somewhere nearby for networking purposes. Also, because of all the universities in the area, there is a really strong Institute program and, most likely, more opportunities for a social life similar to what I have now (which I love). All of these things seemed exciting and promising enough, but it just kept getting better when my brother and sister-in-law decided to move from Provo to Cary. I've come to be quite close with Brad and Natalie, so I was really looking forward to still living in the same area as them and being able to spend time with them fairly often. I'll be honest, I was also kind of banking on having more dating opportunities, since that hasn't really been much of a part of my BYU experience, even though it's something I really want. Raleigh has, for a long time, seemed like the place in which I could make the most progression in every aspect of my life. Over time, though, I have realized that what I have thought would be hands-down the most beneficial plan of action for me is actually only one of several good options.

Throughout my decision-making process, I've tried to have faith that Heavenly Father would make sure things fell into place for me. I've tried to do my part. I've applied for quite a few jobs in the Raleigh area and haven't heard anything back from them. I haven't had any luck with my housing search either, largely due to the fact that, without a job, I have no idea what I would even be able to afford. Because of these and other issues, I've decided to look for jobs in Mt. Airy and live with my parents for the next year or so.

This was a hard decision to make. I love my family so much and I always enjoy being able to visit them, but for some reason, it's really difficult to be there for extended periods of time. I don't know if it has something to do with the changes in my level of independence, or something else, but I know that after a week or so, I'm usually ready to be gone. So why would I do this to myself? Well, believe it or not, it's because it's going to be the best way for me to progress.

"But wait! I thought you said you needed to have social and dating opportunities! Don't you think that, by living in your small hometown where everyone who is LDS and single is either related to you or really old (or both), you'll be taking a step backward?"

I hear ya. I know the social aspect of things is going to be hard. I'm going to have to travel more than a few blocks to spend time with my friends, and that's going to be a huge adjustment. I've also had to come to terms with the fact that maybe I'm not going to get married anytime soon, and that's okay.

I think somewhere along the way, I got it into my head that, since things weren't happening for me in Provo, as soon as I moved away, something would click in the minds of handsome men everywhere that would all of a sudden open up a floodgate of date requests, eventually culminating in a marriage proposal that I'd feel good about saying "yes" to. Because of this, I've tried to grow in my personal life--so that I would be ready whenever the right man came along. I've tried to be better at scripture study and prayer, journaling, being kind to people, serving others, and everything else that I thought would signify that I was ready to be not just any wife, but a dang good one--one that any man would be lucky to have.

I know now that this is where I've gone wrong. I mean, it's not wrong that I want to be a good wife and mother--I've always known that those two roles are the most important ones I'll ever fill in this life--but for so many years I've been trying to do the right things, but with a purpose that is just a little askew. Yes, I should always remember that I need to be living worthy of a temple marriage, and have that goal in mind. However, my primary motivation for improving myself shouldn't be my desire to be loved by a handsome Priesthood holder, but my desire to serve the God that I love, to follow His plan for me. That is the desire that will lead me to real testimony, real growth, and real progression.

Though I know I can cultivate that desire anywhere, all things (temporal and spiritual) considered, I feel strongly that spending some time living with my parents is going to be the best path for me. And, miracle of miracles, I feel at peace with that decision. I'm not sure where or when, but I know I'll find a good job. I know I'll be able to accomplish my educational and career goals. I know I'll be married in the temple to a good man. I know I'll be blessed with children to love and raise in the gospel. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me. His plan is perfect, and it includes not only the things He wants me to experience, but also the timing in which I will experience them. I know that He is looking out for me, and that He gave me the gift of agency so that I can choose the details of how I reach the milestones He has set in place. I know that if I remain close to Him and listen to the promptings of the Spirit, I cannot go astray, I cannot fail. I know that no decision I make will be free of difficulties or sacrifices, but that I can always count on the Savior to help me through them. I know He will be with me every step of the way as long as I choose to be with Him. (It sure is a good thing North Carolina is the closest thing to heaven on this earth.)

Making a good life great

During a conversation with a friend last week, I decided it's been much too long since I've written up my bucket list and really thought about some of the things I want to accomplish in my life. I've done plenty of cool things already--things that have changed my life and hopefully blessed the lives of others--but there's something about doing things because you've set a goal that just makes it so much more satisfying when you finally do it. So here it is, my official bucket list. I'm planning to have completed at least a few of these by the end of this year, so stay tuned for updates on my progress!

Also, I'm looking for inspiration for more things to do, and it's fun to have goals in common with your friends, because you can accomplish and celebrate them together. So what are some things on your bucket list?

Music/Talents

• See Michael Bublé in concert
• See Noel Gallagher in concert
• Sing with a famous musician, on or off stage
• Sing like a black woman (or just find my own voice)
• Sing in a gospel choir
• Be a backup singer (Motown-style)
• Write and record a song
• Learn to play the harmonica
• Learn to play the banjo
• Learn to play the cello
• Learn archery
• Learn how to bind books (so I can make my own journals)
• Learn how to juggle
• Earn 10 dollars playing as a street musician
• Learn to yodel
• Make a music video
• Write and illustrate a children's book
• Take tango lessons, either with my husband or in order to find one :)
• Solve a Rubik's cube in 30 seconds or less
• Learn cake decorating skills so I can make cool cakes for my kids

Adventures

• Be weightless (a zero-gravity flight would be enough, but space travel would be awesome)
• Go skydiving
• Go hang gliding
• Go rock climbing and rappelling
• Sleep in a castle
• Fly a plane (possibly even get a pilot's license)
• Go whitewater rafting
• Donate blood (I put this under "adventures" because I don't do well with needles.)
• Complete a sprint-distance triathlon (I put this under "adventures" because I'm no good at running and I can't swim in a straight line.)
• Carry the Olympic flame

Leisurely Recreation

• Go on a tandem bike ride
• Go geocaching
• Join a bowling league
• Get a fishing license
• Learn to sail
• Take horseback-riding lessons

Witnessing Beauty

• See the northern lights
• Ride in a hot air balloon
• Release paper lanterns (like in Tangled)
• Travel to Thailand and ride an elephant
• Visit India
• Visit Africa (specifically Egypt and South Africa)
• Visit South America (Argentina and Brazil)
• Visit Italy (especially Tuscany)
• Visit Greece
• Section-hike the entire Appalachian Trail
• Revisit London, Cardiff, Snowdonia, Rome, Madrid, and the Lake District

Service/Love/Future Home

• Send an uplifting message in a bottle
• Be someone's hero 
• Write "thank you" letters to all of my heroes
• Say "I love you" to someone every day
• Find the love of my life and marry him
• Sew my own wedding dress (with my Mama)
• Hold hands with my husband every chance I get--no matter how old we are
• Serve a mission with my husband when we're the cutest old couple in the world
• Have some niños
• Remodel a really old house to live in
• Have a flower garden
• Have a produce garden
• Have a wood-burning fireplace
• Have shelves full of knick-knacks in my kitchen (like Tookie's)
• Have a home library
• Make windchimes

Other

• Grow my hair out to my waist
• Restore Brownie (my favorite teddy bear) to mint condition
• Watch UNC play Duke in the Dean Dome
• Spend an entire day barefoot (and avoid getting tetanus)
• Watch sea turtles hatching and running for the ocean
• Milk a cow
• Hug a koala