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I AM SO EXCITED THAT AGENT CARTER GOT PICKED UP, YOU GUYS. I want it to be September already. I wonder if it means that there will be previews of it during Comic-Con?

Speaking of conventions: I only learned last night that this weekend was Dallas Comic-Con. One day I will go to a convention. One day.

Anyway.

Last minute strokes of genius are the best. I ended up working late Thursday--like, we got out after midnight late--and I was exhausted and couldn't even think of any theme for my show on Friday. I was so tired that all I did was write a note that was basically "play whatever you want, just add the music to your folder in the morning." When I got up, I was in between doing "anything goes", which is kind of a cheat in my opinion, and "80s Day". Just when I started raking through my folders, I started thinking of a variation: why not mix 80s songs with songs by people born in the 80s? And eventually I ditched the general 80s-ness and went with "Made in the 80s", and the results can be viewed here. (follow me and send suggestions, feedback, and etc, if you'd like!)

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday. It went pretty well, and I actually feel good for asking some questions about general things that I hadn't asked about before. (ADULTING!) I did have to get some blood drawn, and I was doing fine until I happened to glance over after everything was done and I got kind of faint at the sight of the vials. Well, not faint, but really lightheaded and it felt weird. That has never happened to me before.

The other thing was that I really not happy with my weight. But I'm gonna save that for a later day, 'cause I don't want to get super-into it right now.
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I don't even know how to start this post. It's not as if it's some life-shattering OH MY GOD I MUST SCREAM THIS FROM THE ROOFTOPS post, but just a collection of pretty good things from my life, which has been uber stressful the past month plus, so much so that I haven't really been able to do most of the things I usually really love to do just for fun. Like, I have only read about two books from cover to cover this year, when I usually should have read five. I am weeks behind on Once Upon a Time, Scandal, and Bomb Girls, and I am serious about my TV. (Thank God that we have DVR now.) THINGS HAVE BEEN THAT INTENSE. So I take my pleasures where I can get them.

Let me go in backwards chronological order:

Yesterday I got to see an advance screening of Jurassic Park 3D! It was at 10 AM, and it was definitely fun. When the raptors showed up, the two teenage girls sitting next to me were so freaked out that they were literally clinging to each other. Before the movie started, I pulled my Sprite out of my bag and when I opened it, for reasons unknown it fizzed everywhere. A woman who had brought her two daughters along gave me a handful of napkins to help clean up the mess, which was really nice.

For some reason on Thursday, I was cleaning some stuff out of a milk crate full of crap in the garage. It's full of random odds and ends that I took out of my room ages ago, like my Brownie Scout handbook, some Garfield books, a huge book of Strange But True stories that I read like a maniac when I was like ten... that kind of stuff.

ANYWAY. I got so excited to see all of these things that I'd forgotten that I had, and once I reached the bottom of this crate, I nearly screamed in happiness because I found this stack of folders that I have been looking for for YEARS.

What is in these folders? Oh, just pretty much EVERY single magazine tearout and poster from every teen girl glossy that I wallpapered my room with when I was fourteen. ALL my Backstreet Boys posters and random other celebs and bands that I forgot that I once was super into were in there. It's like a time capsule. I'll probably take some pictures of the stuff later, because I'm still amazed that all of it was still under my roof.

On Wednesday, I helped a former classmate with a commercial shoot that she was doing at the theater where she works. I went along with her and another one of her friends. It was about two and a half hours worth of shooting, and we got to eat the food that we filmed for the final shot. It was all SO TASTY. SO SO TASTY.

But I think that the best part of the night--which was pretty damn cool anyway--was on the way home. The guy (whose name I can't remember for some reason) was shuffling through his music for something to play in the car, and I looked over his shoulder as he brought up fun., and I mentioned that I really like this one song of theirs from Aim and Ignite. Then he said that he liked it too, and so did Margie. What followed was kind of like those warm fuzzy moments in the movies: he played the song and we all sang along to it, and it was just indescribably nice.

I also found a box under my bed on Wednesday that had a bunch of random things I bought when I tried traditional scrapbooking about six or seven years ago. The biggest surprise, really, was finding a bunch of my senior pictures and name cards from when I graduated from high school. Which is a whole other slap to the face: holy shit, I graduated ALMOST TEN YEARS AGO.

And that kind of brings me to the semi-sucky part of this. I've seen at least four or five different engagement announcements on Facebook in the past month. One of them was that of one of my once-super close friends, and it's bumming me out.

Also, randomly: what do you do when you realize that one of your semi-good friends can be an asshole sometimes? I feel like I should know the answer to this question, but come on, I'm chronically nice and tend to avoid conflict as much as humanly possible.

But to reverse the suck, two things to share:

1. I signed up in the second round of International Geek Girl Pen Pals! I can't wait to get my match.
2. I am really loving this cover of "How Deep is Your Love" by POP ETC (formerly The Morning Benders).
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OH GOD HOW IS IT MARCH ALREADY.

Sometimes I have to count little things in my "did I do something to make myself seem like the responsible adult I know I can be" file. Today it was cleaning my room. I still have a stack of laundry I need to attend to, but, you know, baby steps!

I also want to make like, five different mixes for no good reason. For almost two years, I've wanted to make a mix with cover songs and their original versions on it, back to back. And then today, I was listening to "Footsteps in the Dark" by the Isley Brothers, and it made me want a mix with songs that have a sample and the songs that the sample comes from.

One day.

And hey, what the hell, why not do this?


I LOVE CANDICE BECAUSE...
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I have semi-big news on the personal front!

I AM GOING TO GRADUATE IN AUGUST! )

So while I am so so excited about that, it definitely has thrown me off a little bit. I need to speed up my search for a Real Job/internship ASAP. And once I got over the relief/surprise/happiness of the situation, I realized that once I'm out in August, I won't be seeing Dr. D (my therapist at school) any more, and that is one of the things that is kind of freaking me out about this good news.

On the non-school front:

I am going to see Lady Gaga in about two weeks! I've wanted to see her live for a few years now, and I got a pretty good ticket for half the price that I thought I'd need. (Which was helpful, because my check for this past week was abysmal.) I'm going to try to head to Dallas right after I get out of class, because I love standing in line before big shows. Well, just standing in line before shows in general is super-fun. I love hanging out with people and talking, and then that moment when they finally open the doors and everyone is so excited to go in is one of my favorite things about going to shows.

Yesterday I dug out some old photo albums and wound up scanning and reprinting some old shots from middle school. There were a lot of people in those pictures that I hadn't thought about in forever, including some girls who I was kind of friends with, but I was also really awful to at times. I went through some pretty awful things back then (who doesn't in middle school?), but I hate remembering that while I hated it when other people made me feel like shit, I may have made others feel just as shitty on my own. It makes me want to, I don't know, post a mass-message somewhere and apologize, but what's done is done. I've realized the error of my ways, and the best that I can do now is try to be as non-shitty as possible, right?

And that's all I've got for now. How's everyone else?
enamoured: "I can't go out, I'm sick! COUGH COUGH". Mean Girls. (boo you whore)
One of the worst feelings in the world is re-adding music to your media player of choice after you've wiped it clean. In addition to trying to remember what you had on and liked (as I tend to clean off everything when I'm fed up with trying to go through and individually delete tracks I'm not that fond of), you have to shuffle through playlists, take off singles and add the album versions, and refresh the album art. Hand to God, if ugly fanmix covers don't stop popping up on actual full albums (especially the cover for some Twilight fanmix that for reasons unknown ALWAYS seems to pop up on my copy of Little Voice), I am going to scream.
enamoured: The Little Mermaid. "But who cares? No big deal. I want... more." (part of your world)
I don't know why I latched on to Marina and the Diamonds' Electra Heart, but damn, that album is one of my favorite things right now. Of all the songs, "Lies" just kind of guts me in the best way, because I've been there too many damn times before, and because it reminds me so much of something I'm working on right now.

I don't know why I'm writing this; more than anything, I'm stalling on writing my statement to go with my portfolio review stuff. I have to hand this in first thing in the morning and I am terrified that I will get it back tomorrow afternoon and discover that I've been kicked out of the art program, which will mean I'm screwed on both degree fronts. So if you feel inclined, please cross your fingers and/or pray for me, because I'm all kinds of freaked about this. Hell, I almost accidentally deleted my first movie (which I have not watched since I handed it in way back in May '09--GOOD LORD), I'm that worried.
enamoured: a kitty with a frog hat on. (i has frog on hed)
This post was going to go much, much differently than originally planned.

And that is because I saw this.

Here's the thing: I have made a lot of progress on the "no shame in liking what I like" front, and I have been griping about not having been on a real vacation in forever to anyone who will listen. At the same time, around the start of July, my mom told me that my uncle's girlfriend invited us up for Labor Day weekend. Said uncle lives in the New York metro area. I also have a longtime friend who lives there too.

So, theoretically, I could have a place to stay should I go on this endeavor. There are but four flaws in the plan, and they are:
  1. School will be back in session, and I'll miss (at the most) two days of classes,
  2. $200 for the tickets to this thing, and that doesn't include
  3. Airfaire.
  4. I've never traveled on my own before.
BUT, since I could possibly be not-leaving on a Wednesday/Thursday, it might not be too terribly pricey if I look up tickets now or something, right? There's still the factor of finding a place to stay and having spending money, and, I mean, I have a little bit in savings.

And really, as far as fannish things go, this is much, much more feasible for me right now than Comic-Con. 

I just really want a vacation, y'all. And to meet my teen idols, okay? I JUST HATE SPENDING MONEY.

enamoured: The Little Mermaid. "But who cares? No big deal. I want... more." (part of your world)
I am a big fan of free stuff.

I went through this short period of following blogs that would give you tips on how to get free stuff and coupons, and for about six months I got all manner of fun, interesting, and helpful things. Lately my whole free stuff thing's been contained to free MP3 downloads, and Amazon's are usually my favorite.

It's through this that I've gotten hooked on fun.'s "The Gambler" (which you can get FOR FREE here), which is kind of sweet and so very not like "We Are Young". Depending on how you feel about that song, "The Gambler" is either amazing or a complete and welcome departure.

In other news: I think the waxing strips I've been using have caused the rash that JUST RANDOMLY SHOWED UP ON MY CHIN. What the hell?!
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I should rich text this to add bullet points, but I'm too lazy.

1. Is it possible to be happy about something but also kind of pissed off about it? If so, I'm absolutely feeling that right now and it's just weird. Also, the situation at hand is making me a little bit anxious and paranoid that I'm a terrible person and people secretly hate me. I'm acting like a twelve year old over it. God.

2. Anyway. I don't know if it's still a Thing or not, but I still love Texts From Last Night, especially when you get gems like this: "(617):How would I get in touch with Carly Rae Jepsen if I wanted to thank her for the loss of my virginity?" I REALLY want to know the backstory for this. And while we're talking about "Call Me Maybe", here, have a video of the Harvard baseball team car dancing to it.

3. TOMORROW IS JUNE FIRST, AND I CAN GET TO CAMP NANOING! YUUUSS.

4. Here is a random video of Chris Evans macking on a girl in a parking garage. I don't know if it's the environment or what, but I find this absolutely hilarious. And I know that this profile is old (read: from last summer), but I will never get over it. I mean, this is the opening:
"chris evans pecs. how do they FEEL? like smooth stone from the souvenir shop?"

...is the instant message that pops up on my computer one Monday morning in April. My friend Kyle follows it up with a link to the gossip pages of the New York Daily News: I am being described as the "mystery maiden" Evans introduced to his mother at a premiere party; we held hands, the paper is reporting, "in a flirty manner," and he even placed "one of them on his chest." Oh.

When I started working on this profile, I decided on a "say yes to everything, try to be cool" approach, with the idea that maybe I'd capture something real about the star of Captain America: The First Avenger—or as "real" as could be hoped for/faked in the time we had together. But in the days since my first interview with Chris Evans, I'd drunk myself under the table, snuck out of his house at five thirty in the morning, bummed a ride home off a transsexual, been teased mercilessly in front of his mother, and now—this bit in the paper.

I don't remember touching his chest, which is too bad.

And it gets progressively weirder/funnier as you read on. When I realized that one of the editors from The Hairpin wrote it, it just made it better.

5. I am seriously considering looking in to how much it would cost to hire a maid for the day, because good Lord, my room is a mess and I am not angry enough to clean it. I have to be angry to clean my room. I do not know why.
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I've worked all weekend. Yesterday, they switched the playlist over from country to pop/Top 40. Within the span of an hour I heard both "Call Me Maybe" and "What Makes You Beautiful". I didn't mind the former, because that song has been cycling through my head for weeks now (and, oh man, the video! Go watch it NOW!), but "What Makes You Beautiful" has kind of been on my oh please God no don't let them start playing this at work list since the first time I heard it.

But not only did they play the regular version, they also played the remix.

Last night, after watching The Great Escape (I always forget that it's an almost three hour long movie, so it was late when it was over), I could not sleep. So I was lying in bed with my Kindle Fire reading Avengers fan fiction (as I've been doing for a few nights now), and while I was reading some story, all of a sudden my brain starts going:

BABY YOU LIGHT UP THE WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE YOU DON'T KNOW-OH-OH

And now I hate everything about One Direction. (Except for Zayn's face. Boy is super-cute. Way too young, but super-cute.)

Relatedly: it blows my mind that tickets are already on sale for One Direction's arena tour next summer. I mean, what? WE NEVER HAD IT THAT GOOD IN THE '90S. [shakes fists menacingly]

Anyway.

I have written more fan fiction in the past two weeks than I have in years, thanks to The Avengers. I'm writing something with Steve and Darcy for [livejournal.com profile] het_bigbang, and really, I do not know how I ended up shipping that, but I do and it's kind of fun and terrifying, in that I have to write 10,000 words of them doing stuff in New York--and having only been there once when I was about nine, I have to say that my knowledge of the city is largely shaped by whatever I've seen in movies/on TV/read about in books. So there's that.

Tangent: recently I realized that I've wanted to go to/live in New York since I was a kid because of the books I read, starting with Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.

This post is all over the place, and if you've gotten this far, congratulations!
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I survived the paper, and I survived yesterday, and I have to say that after the near panic attack I had over that paper, this has been an awesome week.

For starters: I did a quick sneak into the restroom on Sunday at work to check Twitter, and nearly dropped my phone and shrieked in joy because this was one of the first tweets I saw. It was even more surprising/strange to me that I'd just been thinking the day before, Wouldn't it be awesome if Kevin showed up at one of the London dates of the tour, like he did in LA last summer? And then this happens, and [insert gif of Abed from Community silently screaming]. It makes me feel a little bit ridiculous that it took one concert last year to kind of fall back into loving this one pop group that I loved when I was much younger, but I'm past the shame portion of it, you know? I like what I like, and that's it.

But yeah, AHH KEVIN IS BACK WITH BSB. THE EYEBROWS ARE BACK!

Anyway.

Then there were two things on the fandom front, in terms of me making stuff. First, I signed up for my first ever big bang. The details of this are sketchy as of present, but, oh my God, people really like my completely crack pairing idea a lot, and I'm genuinely surprised and kind of going, "I could easily make this into 25k instead of 10!", while also going, "...the longest fan fiction I've ever written was just under 5k help." And secondly, my mix won First Place for art at [profile] waywardmixes! As someone who is pretty much always a little insecure about her fanart Photoshop skills, this was pretty cool news.

And now, the Avengers portion of the entry!

I did the marathon at Studio Movie Grill, because the AMC one was sold out by the time I went to get tickets. Out of the pre-Avengers movies, they didn't show The Incredible Hulk, and on top of that, they didn't show the movies in chronological order! First was Iron Man (I realized halfway through it that counting that viewing, I've officially seen that movie in a theater five times), then Thor, Captain America (third time in theater), and Iron Man 2. The marathon at SMG was definitely not as promoed as AMC's, as I'm pretty sure there were about five people total who watched all the movies and then stayed for the midnight show. Like, for IM there were maybe seven of us total in the theater, and the number only slightly increased with every movie that lead up to The Avengers. I think it peaked around the time that CA and IM2 came on.

There was about a 30 to 45 minute break in between movies, so I went out and Did Stuff while I waited. I went to the bank in between IM and Thor. In between Thor and CA, I walked to Old Navy (the theater's in this shopping center, and Old Navy is a parking lot and a half away) to look for superhero shirts, and I ended up buying the last women's Avengers shirt in XL for $6. (And then I tried on some ridiculously high heels at Famous Footwear, but whatever.) In between Cap and IM2, I sat in my car and played Angry Birds.

Iron Man 2 ended around 10:50, and I was going to be in the same theater I'd been in all day for Avengers, since I wasn't seeing it in 3D. Well, I made the mistake of stepping out of the theater, and then got told I had to go get in line with the rest of the people. Which I didn't mind too much, honestly, and besides, it meant I got to get free stuff from Lone Star Comics, and see people in costume! I took a horribly blurry photo of a woman dressed up as Peggy Carter, and then there was this group that contained all the Avengers, plus Loki and Nick Fury. Honestly, waiting in line for the actual movie felt way longer than anything else during the course of the day.

OH, AND THEN WE HAD MOVIE! I know that LJ has spoiler tags now, but I'm cross-posting from Dreamwidth, which does NOT, so everything goes behind a cut. If you are a spoilerphobe, DO NOT PASS THIS LINE, HERE BE DRAGONS. )

I was going to go see it again after I got out of class today (I ended up wearing my new shirt to school, and a girl in a Hulk shirt saw me walking to my car and yelled, "Your shirt is cute!" at me), but various familial entanglements and the weather prevented that.

To close, this post. The tag was my exact thought as soon as I saw the picture. I like superheroes and boy bands, and I neither know nor care what this says about me. If you want to discuss the movie, go ahead; I have all weekend ahead of me and plenty to talk/possibly gush about.
enamoured: The Little Mermaid. "But who cares? No big deal. I want... more." (part of your world)
YAY, HUNGER GAMES IS OUT IN ABOUT SIX HOURS! I am trying to see what show I can get to tomorrow afternoon, since I might go with a friend. Still wish I could go to the midnight show, but alas, I have French at 11 and the movie won't be over 'til 3 AM at the latest. I've been shirking my sleeping responsibilities for the night, so I should be good and actually sleep.

In honor of the movie, I made this. )

On a completely different note: I've been getting followed by a lot of boy band fans on Tumblr. This is not a problem. I mean, if you know me and have seen my Tumblr/Twitter feed, you know that I have no problem with boy bands. What is astounding to me is the age of said fans. They're in their mid teens and like The Wanted and One Direction (and can I just take a moment to say dude, we're getting new boy bands!, and I really want The Wanted to do a show 'round these parts soon), but at the same time, they are also into the Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC, and are all, "I've loved them my whole life!"

That right there is the part I'm not used to. Because those groups were my teen years. And I'll read these girls Tumblrs and think, Oh my God, you were in preschool when they were popular! It's enough to make me wonder if they're so hardcore that they have the DVDs and have watched all the videos and like, wonder what it would've been like to see them in 1999 or whatever. Kind of like how I wonder the same thing when I think about Duran Duran. I don't know, man. It's giving me one of those ZOMG HOW AM I SUDDENLY GETTING OLDER moments. I am going to be like all the people who were in their twenties when I first got into fandom if I get into 1D and The Wanted. I am going to be the one corrupting sheltered fourteen year olds. What is this strange new world?
enamoured: my OTP is better than yours. (my otp = > than yours)
I didn't have class today, so I loafed around, watched Zac Efron on The View (I am still LOLing at him dropping a condom while walking the red carpet for The Lorax; seriously, if you had told me five years ago that I would be smitten by him I would have called you a liar), took Pepper for a long-ass walk, and then took one of those late afternoon naps where you intend to just lie in bed for a little bit and then you wake up and it's 7 PM.

Other junk:

- A while ago I downloaded the first episode of Bomb Girls, but I didn't get around to watching it until last Friday. And after watching that, I mainlined the other five episodes ASAP. I am so glad it's coming back for a second season, because leaving it the way that they did would have been cruel and unusual punishment. I'm kind of hoping that somehow it makes its way to the US. I mean, people are all about Downton Abbey, right? PBS loves its period dramas, right? Can this happen?

- There are twenty-one days until The Hunger Games is out, and I'm trying to get to an early release... but at the same time I want to do the midnight show experience.

It's so weird for me to say that. Like, I remember during junior year of high school these guys in one of the computer tech classes that was near mine (I'd go over there to use the scanner and because the teacher was really cool and my comm tech teacher was always leaving us high and dry) were talking about going to the midnight show for whichever Matrix sequel came out in 2003, and I remember rolling my eyes and thinking, How lame is that? And after having two midnight shows under my belt, I totally get it. I've more or less decided that I must see The Avengers at midnight, so why not this movie as well?

- On a related note, some of the cast members from THG are supposed to be doing some mall tour thing at the Galleria next week. I hope I'm off on Friday, 'cause I kinda want to check that out. And, oh man, I have not been to the Galleria since prom night. Lord.

- I got bored and started rereading posts at [community profile] isurrendered. Can we make that meme come back again?

- I am starting to get a bit hooked on The Wanted. Can they please come back to the US soon?
enamoured: The Little Mermaid. "But who cares? No big deal. I want... more." (part of your world)
Around 7, my dad yelled, "Whitney Houston died!" at me, and I shouted back, "WHAT?!"

I'm pretty much in agreement with what Maureen Johnson said. It's a shame. She more or less finished wrapping Sparkle a few weeks ago!

Since everyone's sharing their favorite songs, here's some of mine:

I Believe in You and Me The Preacher's Wife soundtrack is one of my favorites to listen to at Christmas. When I was about eleven, my mom tried to get me to sing "Who Would Imagine a King" at a church pageant, but I knew I wouldn't get it because my choir had a lot of older, more talented singers who could have handled the song a lot better than eleven year old me could. Anyway, this song's amazing, regardless of it being played to death with those Jennifer Hudson Jenny Craig ads.

Run to You I am willing to bet that there was a period in the early '90s when every aspiring singer tried to hit that high note near the end of "I Will Always Love You". Before I tried to hit Mariah Carey's many elusive high notes, I would try to do the same thing with IWALY. But "Run to You" is definitely my favorite song from The Bodyguard. It's also got a tricky note near the end--apparently, when Christina Aguilera did her demo to get signed, she sang this song and her ability to hit the note (I... think it's a high E above middle C or something? I used to be a major Christina fan but I can't remember the exact note) got her signed. Speaking of high notes and Mariah!

When You Believe I'm on the low end of soprano, and my singing voice has more or less been there since I was about nine or so. And during that time, Mariah and Whitney (and, okay, Celine Dion, but she had nowhere near the crossover appeal that Mariah and Whitney did) were the female voices. I wore out my copy of Mariah's #1s CD listening to that duet and "I Still Believe". I've become more or less resigned that I will never have that amount of power, range, or control to my voice, but part of me will always wish that I could sing like them.

I'm Every Woman When I was younger, I always thought she was singing "I ain't pregnant!" instead of "I ain't playin'".

I'm Your Baby Tonight Go-to karaoke song.

I Learned from the Best I'm pretty sure it's a universal experience for preteen girls to sing songs about heartbreak in the confines of their room like they've gone through serious heartbreak, right? Right? Well, I used to sing this song and "Can't Let Go" by Mariah Carey when I was about twelve or thirteen... yeah.
enamoured: The Little Mermaid. "But who cares? No big deal. I want... more." (part of your world)
It's the end of the first week of the year, and I've already finished three books. SPEAKING OF BOOKS, I started a side Tumblr called What I Read This Year, so that I can post short reviews about all the new books I read. I don't think I'll talk about any of the books I re-read, unless it's an all-time favorite. But really, I tend to read more new books than to read old ones, so there's that.

While I'm on the topic of books: THE FAULT IN OUR STARS IS OUT ON TUESDAY. And I have seven library books out. All of the first run's autographed, right? So that means if I buy a copy at Barnes and Noble it'll be signed, right? I think I'm just gonna go ahead and finally buy my preorder on Amazon to be safe. That book has been in my shopping cart since Thanksgiving.

Beauty and the Beast 3D next Friday. Of all the movies that came out during the 90s Disney boom, that was the big one I didn't see at the theater. It's weird when I think about the fact that the first time I saw it, I didn't like it, but years later I've more or less fallen in love with it, and I've even seen the musical on stage. My first Disney movie at the theater was The Little Mermaid, and I've had an affinity for that movie ever since. Ariel's always been one of my favorite princesses; plus, "Part of Your World" is possibly the best I Want Song in the Disney Animated Canon.

Work related thing: I feel embarrassed when/if I see any of my former teachers/professors at work. I shouldn't, because I have to get money somehow, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with me working at The Job (also, academic assistance, which I need to use more). But at the same time, it just doesn't... feel right. It always makes me worry that somewhere in the back of their minds (especially when it comes to my high school teachers--and my former assistant principal, once) they are thinking, "That poor girl."

I had a moment like that on Monday, when I saw my former screenwriting instructor. He asked me how I was and what I'd been up to, and I responded with, "Oh, just hanging out... working..." And he adds, "And writing?" I didn't have the heart to tell him that the bulk of my writing over the past year has been for a novel, not for a screenplay. (But I still want to write my demon script! And I will, once I do some research on demons and what have!)

RANDOM LAST THING: I know we're a week into 2012, but if I did a post with the songs I listened to the most last year/favorite songs of 2011, would you all still be game?
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You know how there are little things that whoever you're attracted to will do that just... does it for you? It could be something simple or something that could verge on being a fetish or a kink, but when someone attractive does it, it just makes you FEEL THINGS.

That happened to me yesterday. )

In unrelated news: in Art and Gender today we watched part of La Dolce Vita, and one of my classmates knew exactly what I was talking about when I called Sylvia a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. Also, we're going to watch one of Antonioni's movies next class, and I'm pretty sure that I remember a reference being made to him in a Peanuts movie. I love it when I randomly remember pop culture references from books or cartoons that I was into as a kid.

I really, really want to see Maroon 5 on Christmas Eve. And Kelly Clarkson in February.
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You know how there are little things that whoever you're attracted to will do that just... does it for you? It could be something simple or something that could verge on being a fetish or a kink, but when someone attractive does it, it just makes you FEEL THINGS.

That happened to me yesterday. )

In unrelated news: in Art and Gender today we watched part of La Dolce Vita, and one of my classmates knew exactly what I was talking about when I called Sylvia a Manic Pixie Dream Girl. Also, we're going to watch one of Antonioni's movies next class, and I'm pretty sure that I remember a reference being made to him in a Peanuts movie. I love it when I randomly remember pop culture references from books or cartoons that I was into as a kid.

I really, really want to see Maroon 5 on Christmas Eve. And Kelly Clarkson in February.
enamoured: "I can't go out, I'm sick! COUGH COUGH". Mean Girls. (boo you whore)
LJ, WHY ARE YOU BEING SO IRRITATINGLY RIDICULOUS TONIGHT?! If you log me out one more time I am coming to set everything you love on fire.

Anyway. To curb your frustration, have lots of stuff to look at:
The Most Beautiful Lie, a mix I made that is a companion to If the Lovers Are Losers
Obama's Ask Box, because this happened. I cannot imagine being the intern who reads the asks.
In honor of The First Avenger being out on DVD: "People have been putting papers with the colloquialism 'Dat Ass' written on them and an arrow pointing down, on Capt. Rogers' backside. This is inappropriate." Related: "We have a new superhero with us, he just moved here from 1945."
Random self-promotion of one my Tumblr side projects: you got brown eyes (for celebrities with brown eyes)
The Most Popular Halloween Costumes, 1985-1993. Also: Tired of Nothing But "Sexy" Halloween Costumes? Take Back Halloween Has Exhaustively Researched Suggestions For You.
Chris Evans looking very young and adorable while standing next to a tree.
Gossip Girl Creator Josh Schwartz Is Officially Threatening to Remake E4's Misfits in America. I am not one of those people who gripes about how terrible American TV is and how British TV is vastly superior, but there is just no way in hell that American Misfits could work.
Meanwhile, on Family Feud: "NEKKID GRAMMA!"
I basically spent most of the afternoon reading The Hairpin's Scandals of Classic Hollywood series. MAN OH MAN, this is friggin' fascinating and absurd at the same time.

To close: I got my first ever invitation to a baby shower yesterday.
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- This is quite possibly the most relaxed I've been on Sunday night in a while. My story is in, I got to watch the first part of Prohibition on PBS (I have liked Ken Burns documentaries since we watched parts of the Civil War one in fifth grade), and right now I am watching Pan Am and getting a cramp in my right leg.

- I need headphone help! The pair that I had suddenly went weird on me; I kept hearing a distorted squealing in the right side. I'm looking for inner ear earbuds--this is important, because I can't do regulation earbuds as they always hurt my ears--or earphones that hook behind your ears. Either is fine, but I just need them to be reasonably priced. Like, under $50 reasonably priced. Preferably under $25, but I need some good headphones.

- Is it wrong of me to still sort of dig Jennifer Lopez songs? "If You Had My Love" came on at work last week and I still knew all the words.

- Yesterday when I was at school editing my story, one of my classmates from reporting came into the editing lab after I got back from the recording booths in the radio lab. It caught me completely by surprise because A.) I had been thinking about him before I got up there and B.) I kind of have a minor crush on him. I was almost done with my story, just had to type up my script and put it into EZ News, so after I finished adding my VO I logged onto my Amazon Cloud Music account and put it on shuffle, thinking that he might at least comment on what I was listening to. I got through two Sondre Lerche songs and Corinne Bailey Rae's cover of "Is This Love" and nothing. Sigh.

- Did I mention that the In-N-Out near my job opened? Their fries are really good.
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Just a thought before I go retrograde fangirl on you: being a fan of a boy band is like being in a really weird sorority of sorts. You have this thing in common and sometimes you get lumped into a cliched monolith simply by the virtue of having that thing in common with (mostly) other girls. That sounded a lot more poetic in my head, but hopefully you know what I mean.

So, rewind: I bought this ticket at the end of May. On Friday night I went to Walmart and discovered that my location now sells Ticketmaster tickets. I was intrigued, and I wanted to see if I could get a better seat, so at about 1 PM on Sunday I went back over to see what I had to do. It's just a touch screen in the electronics department, and ridiculously easy to use (once the cashier came along, and she was all, "This is the first time I've done this, so we're learning together!"). So after I did the basics of number of tickets and all, the page for price range pops up and I see the listing for floor seats, and I was all, "OOH SHINY", and I bought one ticket in section 19, row B, seat 2. It was only after that that I was suddenly really amped, because I was living the dream I'd had way back when: to be on the floor at a Backstreet Boys show, and not off on the side of the stage or on the lawn or whatever.

I still had my original ticket, but figured I could find some way to sell it/give it away once I got to the American Airlines Center.

Anyway. I AM SO HAPPY I COULD PUKE A RAINBOW. )

Basically, it was awesome. I am so glad I got that ticket, and I wish I could go to another one of the shows. And if you want to see more, I have more pictures here.

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