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!!
I found myself missing America.
My friend Jess came in to my room tonight to look through my movies and pick out one to watch. So we began the process we find ourselves in all the time where we see the title of the movie and, because we have watched it so many times we can practically quote the entire thing, we say “Ohh, but I just saw that!” And then we get mad because we do it to every one we come across. After going through them I decided we would sit and talk through each movie, figure out when it was we actually last saw it and discuss how wonderful the movie is which would be a reason for us to watch it again. Movies like Shakespeare in Love, or Because I Said So, or the Kill Bill series, or the ever- so- amazing- yet- terribly- depressing Dead Poets Society. Then we came across The Legend of Bagger Vance. My favorite Matt Damon movie. Jess had never seen this movie, and once I picked myself up off the floor and managed to quit screeching “why? why? WHY?” I put it into my computer and we watched it. I must say it has been quite a while since 1. I have seen this movie, and 2. I have had a proper dose of Matt Damon.
Ok so the truth is Jess had never seen the movie, like I said, but I really put it in to show her how incredibly hot Matt is. Because seriously, there is not a scene in this movie where he does not look fiiiiine. But enough about that. I showed her the scene where Hardy goes to talk to Junuh (Matt) about playing in a golf tournament. Jess immediately fell in love with “Hardy. Hardy Greaves.” and I mean how could you not. The kid is undeniably cute with his facial expressions and southern accent. So Jess said she wanted to watch it and I said “Oh me too!” so we watched it together. As I quoted a fair share of the lines in my head when I wasn’t quoting them aloud, I remembered why this is my favorite Matt movie. Will Smith is an unbelievable caddy named Bagger Vance and just completely makes the film. And together he and Matt can give you amazing scenes like this:
If you have not seen this movie I order you to stop what you are doing and go watch it right now.
I love this movie.
Not a day goes by where I don’t find a way to quote it at least ten or fifteen or fifty times.
Tonight my sister and I saw the Sound of Music on Broadway… or rather in the “West End.” During the underground ride over to the theater my sister was eating a sandwich and there were two guys sitting across from us, talking rather loudly about how every time they are on the last train home and they haven’t had any supper they find that someone is always eating across from them. Then one of them proceeded to explain how he thought it was ok to kill that person and take their food because he was hungry. Survival of the fittest I always say. Then we got off the tube and tried looking for the theater but were a bit turned around. So I went up to the nearest news paper stand and asked the man where the theater was, and as I tried to pronounce the name correctly the man couldn’t tell me because he was too busy laughing at my pronunciation. Then I was all “Or whatever its called…” and he smiled at me and I was laughing too so it wasn’t all that bad. He gave us our directions and found the theater. When they announced for the audience to turn off their cell phones the man speaking welcomed us. Turns out I pronounced the name correctly and Mr. news paper man was mistaken. So point for me.
The play its self was not bad at all; In fact I quite enjoyed it. I don’t think my sister did as much as me though. Oh well. The music was great and the children were AMAZING. Seriously. Little Gretl had everyone in the audience wrapped around her finger. So adorable. And while the woman who played Maria was a good actress, her singing voice was surprisingly so-so at certain points. As for the Captain… well he left a lot to be desired. He overacted, making dramatic facial expressions and hand movements. I was laughing at him more than I was convinced of anything he said. And then there was his singing. My sister is convinced he is getting over a cold. I think she is being nice. He just can’t sing. He is no Christopher Plummer that’s for sure. But like I said, I really enjoyed the play and would def. go see it again (…if someone else paid.)
Also last night we got half priced tickets on a whim and saw Spamalot again. I’m telling you internet, I think it is my new favorite musical. Our seats were actually better last night than our first performance but sadly the original King Arthur and Lady of the Lake were on instead of the understudies. And may I just say it sucked. Just their parts really, the rest was fine as usual.
**Warning: Lauren is about to go on a rant** May I just say that I do not think it is a good idea, ever, for a reality show to be held where the winner is given a spot in a Broadway/ West End play. Lets examine the evidence shall we? My friend Jessica went to NYC for Christmas/ New Years and saw Grease. In it was the girl and guy who won that reality show “Your the One that I Want” where they found the new Danny and Sandy. I watched one episode of it and said “ew gross.” Jessica said they (mostly Sandy) were not good at all. And why is that? Because they have the contestants sing modern rock/ pop/ whatever songs. That may work for American Idol, but don’t you think if you are going to be winning a spot in the THEATER showbiz you may want to sing some SHOW TUNES???? Seriously. Yes, you may be able to belt out any Mariah Carey song, Beatles song, any song really, but can you belt out Without Love from Hairspray (the musical version not the stupid butchered one they used in the movie)? What about Here I Am from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels? Or Out Tonight from RENT? Can you put the passion in Mama Who Bore Me and Whispering from Spring Awakening without turning it into some rock ballad? Then there is Defying Gravity from Wicked, which only a select few can master like Idina could. What? You don’t know if you can? Because you are too busy cranking out pop songs that don’t have vocal ranges like the majority of the show tunes you are going to be singing??? And don’t even get me started on the fact that they totally neglect the acting aspect of the process.**Abrupt end of rant.**
I said all of that to say the Lady of the Lake became the Lady of the Lake by winning a reality show called “The Search for the next Lady of the Lake” or something like that. And could she sing? Yeah, when it called for her to do impressions of rock stars like Cher or Elvis or whatever. Don’t get me wrong, she had a great voice. But she sounded like she was constantly giving a rock concert. When it came time for her to just flat belt it out and give it that classic Broadway whatever, we found her screeching and just kind of talking her lines out rather than singing them. The previous Lady of the Lake that we saw rocked my socks off. And she was theatrically trained. Not that I am saying you need to be a theater major/minor to be able to get up there, give it your all, and walk away with a Tony. No, no, no, that is not what I am saying. What I am saying is don’t have a contest where you belt out modern songs, win, then can’t hit the range required in the show you are now starring in.
But enough about that. The King Arthur also sucked. Major. At one point Arthur kind of makes a face at the conductor as part of one of the joke in the play. But no. Mr. I-improvise-waaaaaay-too-much broke character and started speaking Indian…because he was Indian… but it just wasn’t funny. Then he improvised a lot more and you could tell the other actors weren’t really playing off of it, because they were smart and didn’t think it was all that funny and the jokes sort of fell flat and were just plain awkward. It didn’t help much that he looked and sounded like and Indian version of Michael Scott with a British accent. That just made me laugh.