Three posts in one day. I know, I know. I’m sorry. But holy crap. HOLY CRAP. So remember Steve Kluger, the author of my absolute favorite book in the world, The Last Days of Summer? I write about him so much he has his own “tag” (check the tag cloud to the right of this blog and a bit further down, and you’ll see what I mean). I love his books and I love his writing and… yeah. I’m probably one of his biggest fangirls ever. Anyways.
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Social Cheat Sheet
I’m kind of agoraphobic. I sometimes have “a morbid fear of wide open spaces, crowds, or uncontrolled social conditions.” Mostly the uncontrolled social conditions, though. I’m really paranoid about peoples motives when they talk to me, especially when their greetings (greetings being what happens when you pass this person on your way to somewhere else, when you don’t specifically seek them out) seem out of context with how close we are. I have a theory about this, and when I told Ellen about it she told me that it was the “saddest thing she’d ever heard.” But there has to be one person out there who is as socially suspicious as I am. Continue reading “Social Cheat Sheet”
Insert creative movie-related blog title here
I swear to you I’m trying to do better about blogging on time. I also swear that the quality of said on-time blogging will go up. Ok? Things are just weirdly complicated right now, and I don’t have a lot of time to myself. However, I apparently have a lot of time to consume movies at an alarming rate. In the past week, I’ve watched so many I can barely keep them straight in my head. To help with my quickly deteriorating memory, I’ve made a list of short reviews.
When Harry Met Sally– As if I didn’t already have problems with unrealistic romantic fantasies. This is a dangerous movie to show a single girl.
Mega Shark versus Giant Octopus– If the title doesn’t tickle your fancy, maybe the bad CGI battle sequences and ridiculous “science” montages will. Perfect for the peanut gallery.
Air Bud– A childhood favorite. Also, I miss my dog.
Garden State– Zach Braff can act, write, and direct?? WILL YOU MARRY MEEEEEE?
You Again– That movie about a girl’s former bully marrying her brother years later. Predictable, uncomfortable, and sometimes inadvertently funny. Not something I’d see again, though.
2010: Moby Dick– The hilariously bad retelling of the classic white whale story. Spoiler: the whale can walk on land.
Bolt- SO. CUTE. Still miss my dog.
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs– Loved the book as a kid, the movie was meh. Meh.
So yeah.
My head hurts like poetry
This is just gonna be a rambly talky talk bloggy blog like I haven’t done in ages. I’m sorry I’ve been so flippant about the site lately. I’ve just been insanely busy. College has gotten significantly more difficult in the past couple of weeks, and I feel like I should probably focus on it a bit. You know, just a bit. Continue reading “My head hurts like poetry”
Girls are sometimes cowards too
This is a followup post to my “boys are cowards” blog from Friday because I’ve gotten a substantial response and there are a few things I’d like to address.
The first thing is the nature of my failed relationships. My friend Ben asked if it was on purpose, that I broke up with the boys the way they asked me out. And upon rereading my post, I realize it does sound like that a bit. So I guess the first thing is really my defense. Continue reading “Girls are sometimes cowards too”
Boys are cowards and other musings
So a few weeks ago, when I wrote Flummoxed, as a lot of you probably guessed, much of that story was true. That’s kind of what it’s like up in my head. I’m constantly realizing how socially inept I really am and, thus, constantly looking for ways to get out of social interactions. Sometimes, I swear this is true, I plan my bathroom use schedule around the times I know the least amount of people will be around. But that’s not what I want to talk about today. I want to talk about something else that I mentioned in Flummoxed that happens to be based on real life. The whole “being asked out” thing. Continue reading “Boys are cowards and other musings”
Two Boys, One Night
I’m becoming unrecognizable to myself. What the hell is going on.
Not that anything went on. I’m not that unrecognizable. But still… geez. Continue reading “Two Boys, One Night”
OMG Eric Stangel- An Open Letter
Last night, my grandmother retweeted a little quip from The Late Show w/ David Letterman’s executive producer Eric Stangle. “LOL, OMG & FYI added to Oxford English Dictionary. Do people who write LOL, OMG & FYI even use dictionaries?” Naturally, I had to reply. “yes. Just because they’re new words doesn’t mean they’re any less of words. They’re just new. That’s the point.” It seems I have more to say, however. Continue reading “OMG Eric Stangel- An Open Letter”
Hotel Room Ramblings
This video doesn’t make any sense. I was out of my mind with sleep deprivation. Enjoy.
Guess who’s BACK?!?
Me. Duh.
So I’m at the Portland Airport right now at exactly 5:04 AM, waiting for my TheseFolk video to upload and for my flight to Salt Lake City to board. I’m sipping a peanut butter shake (I thought it would be more breakfasty, but no, it’s a chocolate-peanut butter milkshake) with the taste of coffee cake and milk still on the back of my pallet. Families file in and out of the waiting area, desperately trying to find something healthy to grab for breakfast.
A printer sounds behind me, but everything else is silent. It’s too early for rousing conversation, and there are few to none young children around to complain about the early hour and the long waits.
I continue sitting, with my knee high green socks and my beat up, fully-stickered laptop across my folded legs, and breath it in. I kind of like airports, I realize. I mean, I’ve spent enough time in them lately. I like how straightforward it is to get around. I like the abundance of coffee shops.