Archive for May, 2010

I’m still processing the Lost finale, so have this instead.
May 27, 2010

My friends are at the midnight premiere of Sex and the City, so I’m watching The Phantom of the Opera alone in Front Quad. The story used to creep me out, so I was a bit wary about watching it alone at night. But, I like the costumes and sets, so I gave it a shot.

What a joke.

It’s definitely still creepy, but Christine is pissing me off. I’m at “Music of the Night,” and here is what I have gathered thus far:

  • Christine is a mindless waif. She follows The Phantom into the depths of the opera house with a look of complete awe and dedication. Think for yourself!
  • The Phantom is a controlling, horny manipulator. With his miniature version of the opera house and mannequin of Christine in a wedding dress, you can totally tell he’s just ready to jump her bones as soon as he gets the chance. Nasty. Plus, his voice is just a little much for me, and he hangs a dude for following him around.
  • Madame Giry is way questionable. When the owners of the opera house clearly defy The Phantom’s wishes, she just follows along saying “You heard him. You’ll regret this,” when she totally knows the extent of the consequences. And she allows The Phantom to maintain his hold on Christine.
  • Raoul is the man. He’s the only one who recognizes Christine’s brainwashing and sweeps in like the gallant gentleman he is. Who could deny him when he’s singing “All I Ask of You”?

Hopefully I can stop judging and start enjoying the movie, because I have over an hour left.

Newsflash: The Phantom is played by Gerard Butler. GERARD BUTLER. That douchey guy from The Ugly Truth and The Bounty Hunter! WEIRD.


Cleveland Rocks
May 18, 2010

Cleveland may not have the most successful sports teams, but no one can deny that the fans are loyal. Check out this video of local celebrities singing to LeBron James. Don’t leave us, Lebron!

I need to go home.
May 16, 2010

Highlights from this weekend:

Surprising Megan at Race for the Cure.

Singing “Africa” at The Junction in a tie-dye t-shirt at midnight last night.

Lowlights (?) from this weekend:

Loading and unloading tables, chairs, and grills from various cars.

My current state of exhaustion and the pile of French homework that is looming over me.

I should be working on my night moves
May 13, 2010

I’m antsy. I feel the need to organize stuff and rearrange our room. I’m just young and restless and bored!

Drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days
May 12, 2010

This quarter has been a bit of a drag for me. Any OU alum I have talked to starts the bonding conversation with a variation of, “How about that spring quarter, eh?” And they’re right; it’s beautiful here. Athens is truly alive when the weather heats up. There are people everywhere, soaking up the vitamin D and enjoying the loveliness of the city. I have certainly taken in the sights and basked in the spring breeze. I really love it here and I feel more at home in Athens than I ever thought possible. But that’s not enough for me.

Last weekend was Bay High’s Prom. The spring choir concert is next week and pretty soon it will be time for graduation. For my sister, a senior, these are huge events, and I am missing them. I want, more than anything, to be home celebrating the milestones with her. Despite my love for this city, I feel trapped. This mundane feeling has been following me around for weeks now, and with that feeling of ennui, I headed into Palmerfest.

The day was fine. Michelle came to visit from Cincinnati and it was nice to have her. We saw a lot of Bay Village people and sat on a porch and drank and listened to good music. As night fell, the crowds were getting rowdy. The DJ put on “Teenage Wasteland” and my friends and I ran with excitement from the porch to the street. We danced in a clump, screaming along with the music and getting jostled by people as we simultaneously threw our hands in the air and guarded our drinks. In that moment, I felt more alive than I had in weeks. And that’s enough.

Rando, fo sho.
May 12, 2010

I know I haven’t posted anything real in awhile, and I wish I could say that it is because I have been busy being a real person, but we all know that’s a lie. I’ve just had a lot going on, ok? Step off, you don’t know my life!

Now that I have gotten that out of my system, a few passing remarks:

I just watched last night’s episode of Glee and joy erupted from me when Finn started singing “Jesse’s Girl.” When it was directly followed by “Lady is a Tramp,” I deemed it my favorite episode yet. Glorious.

My second-ever article ran in The Post the other day.

The amazing Sprinkles shared this gem with me today. Sa-woooooon. I’m using the following picture from that site as my backgound. Yum.

Meow have some music
May 7, 2010

Michelle is coming to visit tomorrow! I’m very excited.

Here is what I am listening to as I attempt to get some work done.

No Homework+Greek Week=Danger, Will Robinson
May 4, 2010

At the risk of sounding like a vapid sorority girl, I am about to write about Greek Week socials. If that makes you want to gouge your eyes out, I suggest you stop reading now and instead turn to my friend Molly’s blog. If you like hearing about social themes, then read on friend!

Greek week, for any GDI readers my blog attracts, consists of various competitions throughout the week and socials every night. These socials are generally themed, for example: “Risky business,” “jersey and jorts,” etc. On Thursday night, the theme is “dress as your favorite movie character.” While most people are genuinely dressing up as their favorite character, or just picking someone who is cheap and easy to emulate, I have turned it into an opportunity to find my soulmate.

I think I might be crazy. Here is the scenario I have in my head: I will be dressed as some off-beat but adorable movie character. No one will know which character I am and I will have to explain to my fellow greeks who I am. Then I will silently judge their limited movie taste. As I am standing there, wearing a trash bag pretending I am Sam in Garden State, a nice, smart, attractive boy with similar taste in movies and music as myself will wander over and say, “You’re Sam from Garden State!” And I will say, “Why yes, yes I am.”

What is wrong with me? No one understands why I don’t want to be Ariel from The Little Mermaid and I am too ashamed to tell them that it’s because I want to be someone weird that only one other person will understand. It’s an instant conversation starter, you know? In all honesty, I don’t really expect any of these frat bros to watch The Royal Tenenbaums or anything, but a girl can dream, right?