Monday, November 29, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
There's one sight that's more common than almost any other on campus, and, surprisingly, it's not nasty hair. No, what I see more often than not is people passed out on sundry objects, such as the floor, couches, benches, chairs, the lawn, etc.
Walking through campus is kind of like this:
Hey, who needs to go to a big city like New York or LA when you can see sad sights like this in your own backcampus?
I admit, though, that I have on occasion succumbed to slumber on campus. Most notably the benches in the JSB. One day I woke up to a text from my bestie, Kaitlynn, asking what I was doing.
Me: Uh, just woke up from a nap.
Kaitlynn: In your apartment? Don't you have class soon?
Me: Uh....on a bench.
Kaitlynn: What the heck? They let you do that?
Me: I guess so. There are people sleeping all over campus.
Kaitlynn: Man, BYU is like the home of the legalized bums.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
No, your modern Jo March has Wanderlust Syndrome.
I was born and raised in the same house, on the same street, in the same city, in the same state for EIGHTEEN YEARS. I'm ready to move out and be done and see different things.
Good thing I'm going to college, huh? Get out and experience some new stuff. Yeah. In Provo. Hoo hoo. Living large.
Hold on; let me make myself very clear. I do not regret my decision (for my decision it was indeed) to attend Brigham Young University. I know there's a reason for me to be there. And yes, I do get bitter and slightly resentful at times, but I know I'm supposed to be there.
It's just that we live on such a big earth with such rich history and such beautiful landscapes. And the cultures! Why on earth would someone want stay in one place for a long period of time?
Yes, I understand that money is an issue. Money is always an issue. Money will always be an issue. But I didn't wonder why people don't. I wonder why they don't even want to.
It's a good thing I've been biking to work(s) lately, or else I'd go mad with all this pent-up energy. Even now at 11:3o at night, I feel like pacing back and forth in the backyard. (That's not a bad idea, actually.)
I want to go. I want to experience. I want to explore. I want to meet people. I want to taste different food. I want to handle foreign money. I want to wake up everyday and face the day filled with spontaneity and adventure.
Reading can only get you so far. I've read at least four books since school got out and I'm sick to the teeth of reading. Dickens only made me hungrier for foreign climes, London in particular.
I know I'll probably be teased mercilessly for posting these thoughts, my siblings always do, but whatever. I needed an outlet and this sort-of-not-really helped.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Like, really. I distinctly remember thinking that Danny was my dad and Jesse and Joey were my uncles.
And the weirdest part is I don't remember the girls at all. I sort of remembered DJ and I sort of remembered Michelle and then after I started Season One Stephanie started seeming more familiar, but if someone had asked me in January to tell them about the characters on Full House, I couldn't've said more than that I felt a strange connection to Jesse, Joey, and Danny.
Has anyone else had this experience with a TV show?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Let me back up. Remember how I've been a ravenous book devourer since I was knee high to a pig's eye (which is possibly the most disgusting idiom ever)? Well, the last little while I haven't wanted to read anything.
And by "anything" I mean "anything substantial."
I've been gnawing on Stephen Hawking and all sorts of taoist/physics books for the longest time. These sorts of books are great and mind-expanding, but I got to the point where all I could think was, "If I have to read anything profound ever again...I'm gonna puke."
So I gave up reading entirely, which is a shame because the written word and I are really quite good friends. But like all good friends, we needed a break or someone's jugular would be ripped out.
Pretty soon, though, I got around to missing my wordy friends. So I wanted to read something without actually reading anything. Here's how it went:
[Enter BECCA, lovely and brilliant, crosses to the BOOKSHELF]
Becca: Hullo, darlings. How've you been?
Becca: Well, Jane Austen, how about we start with you?
Jane Austen: You could, if you so desired, although I'm not entirely sure that I recommend it.
[BECCA suddenly finds Ms. Austen's sentence constructs too convoluted for her shrunken brain]
Becca: Nope, none of that. Agatha Christie?
Agatha Christie: *is silent*
Becca: This is alarming. Anyone? Anyone?
Twilight: *from the depths of hell in Becca's mind* Beeeeeecca....I'm heeeere.... Read me, Seymour! You want something easy....brainless.....sickly sweet.....
Becca: Never! I'll never give into your evil powers!
[Cut scene because I'm bored with the scriptyness]
Yeah, I never actually considered Twilight as a legit choice of reading material. So I read some Shannon Hale instead. And The Hunger Games.
Oh my fantastic. That cured my reading lethargy for G-E-W-D, gewd.
And now I'm all itchy inside. The premise of The Hunger Games was similar to an imagining I had floating in my head way back in fifth or sixth grade. I have so many ideas floating around in my head---
If only I had some semblance of self control or discipline. I'm awful at making myself stick with something. The only time I get essays done is when I have a strict deadline that means life or death. Making myself write a story is another kettle of ponies entirely.
I enjoy writing; really I do. I love my characters: Alpha and Hazel and Emily; Nissy and Mairi and Aleksander; Ingrid and Ivory.... I love their situations and who each of them are.
I'll write a short story. Something small, with a beginning, middle, and end. Or maybe just one chapter. Just one....
But one that means something.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
First, I absolutely love the Jane Austen-Agatha Christie crossovers. In the '96 version of Emma, Mrs. Elton-one of the most obnoxious, detestable characters in all of literary history- is played by Juliet Stevenson. Later in '07 she plays Gwenda in Christie's Ordeal by Innocence. She did such a good job as the nasty, moronic Mrs. Elton that my reaction when she was stabbed in the base of the skull was as follows:
Mrs.Elton/Gwenda: *is stabbed by the murderer*
Me: Woo hoo! I've been wanting to do that for five years! Oh, wait. She's the good guy this time...shoot. I still don't mind.
I'm fairly certain that my reaction would've been different had Juliet not played Mrs. Elton.
Funnily enough, the other JA-AC crossover on my mind also involves Mrs. E. In the '04 version of Murder at the Vicarage (with Geraldine McEwan) Christina Cole plays the snobby, precocious Lettice Protheroe and completely rocks the 40s look. She was brilliant as Mrs. Elton-she grates on my more when she's closer to my age-but didn't do the Regency look nearly as well.
(Speaking of looking good, someone really should bring back the 40s. So classy! Check this out. Rachael Stirling:
Okay-looking. But now let's see Rachael Stirling in 40s style:
The coloring is better, the clothes are better, and the hair is better. Class! And the same goes for Christina Cole:
Again, okay-looking. Good features but...so...classless. Christina Cole in 40s style:
Much, much better.)
Ahem. Sorry about that tangent. Moving on, and then there are the Harry Potter-Jane Austen crossovers. Michael Gambon plays both the wise (if eccentric) Albus Dumbledore (RIP, Alby, RIP *sniff*) as well as the worry-prone, invalid Mr. Woodhouse. (Both parts were played extremely well.) Emma Thompson plays the slightly crazy Professor Trelawney and the responsible Eleanore (Sense and Sensibility). And who can forget Alan Rickman as the snarky Severus Snape and the reserved, gallant Colonel Brandon (S&S). With all due respect to his talent, he still grosses me out in that role.
I've always loved Emma; I connect with Miss Woodhouse more than any other Jane Austen heroine (yes, even more than Lizzie Bennett). We're both clever, meddlesome, well intentioned, and incurably vain. I loved Gwyneth Paltrow's portrayal of Emma for the longest time. Then my neighbor let me borrow the new BBC version with Romola Garai and Johnny Lee Miller.
Gwyneth got pushed to second chair. The new version is gorgeously done, and the characters look closer to the ages of the characters in the novel.
And Romola Garai!!! She was so real, so quick witted, so Emma! You know how Kiera Knightley never closes her mouth? (google it; I defy you to find one where it's completely closed) Romola has this characteristic little smirk that was absolutely perfect for the role.
As for Mr. Elton, he was still inane and obnoxious, but he was good looking enough to make Harriet's crush on him and his eventual marriage to the wealthy Mrs. Elton make sense. He had no money; why would she marry him if he looked like this?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
So I'm writing.
I'm all getting ready to graduate and I'm sick of people telling me what to do. Why is it that grown ups are all two-faced? They're always saying "Reach for your dreams!" "You can be anything!" and "Go for it!" but then they turn around and kick you in the teeth with "You want to be an actress? Do something practical!"
Practical? What the heck does that mean? Is ANYTHING practical? If I have drive, shouldn't I be able to make anything work?
I'm not one of those "stick it to the man" sort of people who does things just to spite "the man." I don't rage against the machine. I'm not a non-conformist.
I'm just different.
I understand that being an actress isn't for everyone, but being a desk jockey isn't for me. I want to live a fulfilling life! Two things make me feel full to the brim with meaning and they're teaching little kids and acting. But of the two, I feel most accomplished before, during, and after a performance. I feel so alive!
Not many people get to feel that. It makes me sad to think so many people go through their lives without that wonderful emotion.
I'M NOT GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE.
I'm not going to let other people tell me what to do. I respect your opinion, but let me fail. Freedom isn't just about the freedom to succeed. It's about the freedom to fail, too.