If you know anything about me you will know why this is the most awesome discovery I made today.
If you know anything about me you will know why this is the most awesome discovery I made today.
All I want to do in life is meet an IRL nerdfighter. And be their friend, and hang out with them, and be weird together.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, its ok. This is one of those vague posts.
But if you think you know what I am talking about, and you think you might be a nerdfighter, here are some signs pointing in the “definite” direction:
You pretty much know you are a nerd, and you have known it for a very long time.
You know who the vlogbrothers are.
You have a happy dance and you have done it in public.
You know what brotherhood 2.0 is, you think it is awesome and you have watched every single one. You maybe even commented on some. Or made a video response. Or both.
You can name at least two or three Hank Green songs off the top of your head. You also know the one that made him famous.
You get the “in my pants” joke and have made it many times while wondering the isles of the bookstores.
You spend a lot of time watching youtube videos. The vlog ones/comedy channel ones. You know what Im talking about.
You actually know what DFTBA, IRL, and FTW stands for.
You don’t have to google any of the above mentioned items.
And lastly, you know the nerdfighting symbol and have possibly done it in at least one picture.
p.s. you might also be a nerdfighter if you admit you are a fan girl for John Green and have absolutely no shame.
I was going through my notebook today trying to find a packet of poems for poetry class, and I stumbled upon some rather amusing (at least to me) notes I wrote all over the pages. Because classes here are so unbelievably boring, I often find myself doodling instead of taking actual notes. Here are some interesting excerpts. Where the thoughts came from, who knows. Enjoy.
From Travel writing (Professor: Richard):
This first particular note comes from the day the computer and internet connection would not work, so we couldn’t watch any clips meaning we would be forced into a class discussion.
Why wont you work? You make me sick. I don’t understand what I have ever done to you for you to make me suffer like this. I thought you could rely on technology. I thought you were my friend. I guess I thought wrong. Now I must listen to pretentious students suck up to the professor. Thanks for nothing.
Then just randomness:
– Lauren is truly profound.
– The weak die easily as a feather, and when they die, they die together.
From Poetry class (Professor: Buckingham):
These are just a bunch of random little thoughts and ideas.
– Woodrow Wilson is my homeboy.
– Bring back the ugly coat!! (this was in reference to a girl who wears the most hideous coat imaginable. She came into class the other day wearing a somewhat less ugly plain black coat. I was sad.)
– Am I falling asleep? Yes, yes I am.
– MAKE ME A GODDESS.
– When did the Buckster become Scottish? (When he reads poetry, my professor’s British accent fades away and out comes this tremendous Scottish accent. Its brilliant.)
– Dear Professor Buckingham, let your students go. Love, Moses. (my personal favorite)
– Enjambment rocks my socks.
From Shakespeare class: (Professor: Buckingham):
– Hold up! It’s Shakespeare!
– Rawr! I’m a bear! FEAR ME! (oddly enough, there was no actual picture of a bear anywhere on the page.)
– A Roman, by a Roman, Valiantly Vanquished.
– Lets make the ghosts gaze.
– I hope you die Antony. (A bit bleak that one.)
– Save the battles for the dance floor
– Strike while the iron is hot.
Then there was the occasional limerick. The first was written by me, and the second was a response by my friend Macie, who has travel writing as well as Shakespeare with me.
There once was a travel writing class
With a professor who is such an ass
He once was so cool
But now he’s a tool
And I’d like to push him in the grass.
(Her response) I go to the class and shudder.
He makes me want to be a cutter.
He is insane
Lacking cells and membrane.
And on top of that, he stutters. (which he totally does.)
And while all of those may or may not be amusing or interesting to you, I found one particular page quite astonishing. Let me set up the scene. We are in Shakespeare class watching a horrible version of Antony and Cleopatra. I mean horrible. So I started writing anything and everything that came to my head. Random thoughts, random lines from the movie, random notes on things my professor shouts out.
Oh my gosh. lets leave. Im over you Billy Shakespeare. I am hungry. A marvelous man could exist. Oh to be free of this class. Bless you. I want to go to Ireland. Shakespeare is one crazy man. Awake sir, Awake. NO one cares about Antony or Cleopatra. It is so hot in here. Oh my gosh. Oh em gee. apparantly they want us roast. I wonder if Elise likes her candy. I wonder if Heather got hers. I wonder if she will give them to Leta. Who doesn’t like pancakes but likes them now. Shakespeare you are slowly killing me with this bad BBC reinactment. Let shake hands! Lets dance. This woman playing dear old Cleopatra is not good. SHe is literally orange. As if she has that disease where she eats too much carrots and tomato juice. She really thinks that she is going to get some kind of award for portraying this role. She is probably sitting at home with her fifty cats. What the heck is up with this shemale that is on the screen? He is talking like a unich. Dead. Someone just died. Oh! They left out a scene. Naughty. Way to destroy what Shakespeare set his lifes work out to do. Stupid BBC. Why is Buckingham making such eye contact with me? Its a little freaky. I suppose it looks like I am taking notes. The girl next to me is popping her gum and its annoying. You know what else is annoying? THIS CLASS. I have to go do laundry and I am so starving.
I think my favorite bit is when I write “bless you” when someone sneezes. As if they can hear me. Or read it. My friend read this and told me I needed my head examined. After rereading it, I think she might be right…
In travel writing today my professor handed back our papers that we wrote for our midterm. Except for mine. I got the privilege of staying after class and then receiving my paper, on which I expected to see a huge fat C. When the students had filtered out of the room my professor handed me my paper and brightly shining on it was a huge fat C. So why did I have to stay after? I’m sure I didn’t get the lowest grade. Then Richard started talking.
Richard: “Well, I must say you write beautifully, but I’m not sure if this was intentional or not, but you didn’t really answer the assigned question.”
Me: “Okay? How so?”
Richard: “Well you summarized the book.”
Me: Blank stare. Because of the five questions he asked I picked the one that pretty much required that you summarize the books.
Richard: Starts to flip through the pages of my paper and about ten of the thirteen pages have a huge line through it with the words “PLOT SUMMARY” written in a barely legible handwriting. As if I wouldn’t have gotten the message from the first page.
Me: I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry.
Richard: “You see? I mean, you did I nice job summarizing, but you really just gave me an encyclopedia version of what I just read.”
Me: “Well I can assure you that I did not intentionally not answer your question. I guess I misunderstood what you were asking.”
Richard: “Well you could use some secondary sources. Its just a summary of the books.”
Me: “Okay.” I am not going to cry I am not going to cry I am not going to cry.
Richard: “And if you want you can rewrite it and possibly bump your grade up.”
Me: “Awesome. Okay. Thanks.”
Richard: Still has the paper in his hands and is still going on about- you guessed it- the fact that I summarized the books. As if I don’t get the point.
Me: “Okay. Yea.”
Richard: Still Rambling.
Me: “Okay. Yea.”
Richard: Sensing that he has gone on far too long, gives me my paper.
Me: I (totally not- but kind of- meaning to) open the door with greater force than necessary and walk out.
So now I have to rewrite a 3,000 word paper. Which I mean, is nice that he gave me another chance and I am really grateful please don’t get me wrong, but… I HAVE TO REWRITE A 3,000 WORD PAPER. Basically all he liked from my first paper that is somewhat usable is the last paragraph. Comprised of around 126 words. But hey! At least I write beautifully. ha. ha. ha.
Tonight I tried working on the paper, but after an hour and forty-five minutes of sitting in front of the computer screen looking at a somewhat blank word document (I had my 126 word paragraph as my introduction) I realized I had no idea what I am supposed to be writing this paper on. So I decided to email ol Richard. Still anxiously awaiting that reply. And as it turns out, the other girl who chose this topic (there were five to choose from) got a C+ on her paper. She didn’t use any secondary sources either. Not because we are bad and intentionally don’t do what we are asked, but because we both took the very vague question and ran in a completely different direction than what he wanted. And he expected us to be mind readers. Silly Richard.
In other news, I bought an amazingly cute coat today. Shopping is awesome.
Needless to say I miss Kevin, my hot (and totally straight) hairdresser in Florida. This lady who cut my hair was missing something. Something important. I think its called… a personality. Yep. Definitely missing one of those.
In other news, there is nothing like good music, humorous talks with the roommate, good chick lit purchased at an amazing book store, and snow to make a fantastic evening.
Wait, what? Lauren, did you just say snow?
Why Yes Internet, I did. You read correctly. I experienced my first snow fall (in a good two-three? years) here in good old Kensington England.
And that Charlie Brown, is why today is awesome.
Because if you don’t already know, it is my favorite holiday movie. And I watch it more than five times. Sometimes more than ten. Yes, I am 20 years old.
I need to go to the post office.
This sums up my contribution to the travel writing class discussion today:
“I read about fifteen pages of the book and realized there are no actual chapters in it. Are you kidding me? That is ridiculous. A book with no chapters is like a life with no ice cream. I could survive, but what would be the point?”
Soo lately I have been feeling very inspired to read. And not just my assigned books for class, because quite frankly, those books suck. I am feeling inspired to read books I want to read, books I enjoy reading, books I have never read before, books I have read many times before, and most importantly, books I want to share with you people of the internet. My freind Jessica and I have decided that starting in January we will begin a book club type challenge. I am calling mine “Lauren’s Really Awesome Book Club Challenge.” Catchy, I know.
What will happen is Jess and I will each make our own list of fifty books we wish to read starting in January. This will last until the following January. In case you are somewhat lacking in the brain cell area, that is one whole year. We will keep each other updated with these books which means I will most likely be blogging about them. These books can be any genre, anything we feel like reading. And we can add and change our lists whenever because its our list. Hooray!
Now because I am awesome, I have set up some rules for myself.
Rule #1: I can not include the Twilight series because I just read them three times in a row. I need to stretch out a bit.
Rule #2: I can not include any school assigned book. This means any book I am assigned while in college. I can however, go back and read some books assigned in high school. Which I plan to do.
Rule #3: (I’m regretting this rule already) but I can not read Hamlet. I have read that so many times and I am actually going to be reading it in my Shakespeare class this semester, so I shouldn’t really count it even though it is my favorite Shakespeare play. I want to try and read those I haven’t before.
Rules #4-7 have already been mentioned: Challenge will last one year, must be fifty books, must keep each other updated, and the book list can change.
On to my book list. So far I have only written down ten books to read because I got this idea about thirty minutes ago and started my list about eight minutes ago. I wrote down books as they came to me, so books by the same author will be listed together, though I may not read them in that particular order. Anywho, my list as of now:
1. Looking for Alaska- John Green
2. An Abundunce of Katherines- John Green
3. Paper Towns- John Green
4. Lord of the Flies- William Golding
5. The Great Gatsby- F. Scott Fitzgerald
6. 1984- George Orwell
7. Animal Farm- George Orwell
8. The Gun Seller- Hugh Laurie
9. Paper Soldiers- Hugh Laurie
10. Twelfth Night- William Shakespeare
11-18. The Harry Potter series- JK Rowling
So that concludes my list as of right now. I encourage any of you readers to do the same. This is a fun challenge!!! What I need from you are suggestions of good books you have read that may or may not be widely known. If you want to send your book list to me, my email is broadwaylvr88@ yahoo.com. Or you can put a comment in the comment section. And if you want to tell me a brief description of the book that would rock, but please no spoilers. I’m excited about The Gun Seller because I have attempted to read this about ten times but always got distracted. Now I have a reason to.
Hooray for books!!