WILL EVERYONE PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT NEW MOON ALREADY??

Seriously.

I am sick of every other blog entry, status update, etc. being about this damn movie.

Let me say, just for the sake of fact, that I did read the entire Twilight series.  I am one of those people who believes in having information before I talk about it, so I read the series so I could see what all the fuss was about (or not).  It was ehh, okay.  I read them once, was okay with it, and then did not care whether I ever read them again.  I was rather apathetic about the whole thing.

Unfortunately, the crazy fans ruined everything for me and made me actively hate this series.  These are some of the things that bother me:

1) I am sick of hearing about the actors in the film being accosted by insane fans.  Seriously.  They are people, not the characters they portray, and either way I doubt they want to sign your underwear.  On the same note, I can't put into words how much I DO NOT CARE about whether the actors are involved with each other.  I am tired of seeing their faces on every celebrity magazine.

2) It disturbs me that teenage girls - and other people who should know better - are portraying the whole Edward/Bella thing as this perfect storybook romance when HE IS A FUCKING STALKER.  Seriously.  He watches her while she sleeps, follows her every move while she's out with her friends.  Not to mention he's ridiculously controlling; she's not allowed to make a single decision on her own.  Nobody should be holding this up as the romantic ideal.

3) The writing is not that great.  It is mostly a bunch of purple prose.

4) It's one thing to try and make "different" vampires and get another angle on a legend.  It's another thing entirely to make them SPARKLY.  Seriously, what the fuck is up with that?

5) Bella is a whiny bitch.  End of story.  So your boyfriend is a total jackass and decides to leave town with no warning and pretend he doesn't love you?  Here is what you do not do:  sit around for MONTHS in a state of apathetic nonbeing and do dangerous things just so he can hear his voice in your head.  It is not safe or healthy to have that kind of emotional dependence on someone.  This goes along with the whole romantic-ideal thing.  Don't teach girls that their boyfriend has to be their entire life and identity.  Please don't.  I dated someone who seemed to have this idea at least partially fixed in his head and it did not end well.  (For him, anyway.  My life's been back on track for a good long time now.)

I could go on, but my fingers are tired.

Several weird things have happened over the past few days.  Some good, some bad.

1) I saw a girl in a corn suit.  When I asked her about it, she didn't want to talk about it and told me she was "just having one of those days".  So many questions.

2) My media class today was spent watching an episode of Boy Meets World and a bunch of Sesame Street clips on YouTube.

3) It was raining today, which apparently means I was too distracted by the raindrops to notice when a bird crapped on my head.

4) I discovered that buttered waffles with powdered sugar taste eerily like funnel cake.

5) I was told that having a good group of friends is like finding a power mushroom in Mario.

6) Conor was on Facebook before poetry class and saw that our professor was on too, so he sent him a message that said "GET TO CLASS".  He did.

7) I had a fucking DELICIOUS dining hall meal.  Seriously, this has not happened in at least a year.

I tend to jot down things in my planner - on the planning spaces and in the margins.  Random phrases I think up, observations during class, things I think are interesting, notes I write to fellow classmates.  Here are some of them.  Some days are more productive in this area than others.

From the calendar pages - I love how we haven't talked about the book yet.

From 8/27 - Narcoleptic professor!

From the week of 8/31: TRUTHINESS

          Owls do not need a sleep aid, but sometimes badgers do.

          I had this corset on and I couldn't breathe in the damn thing.

          She illustrated an ionic bond by stealing someone's glasses.  EXCELLENT.

From the week of 9/7: Young white guys are the biggest audience for gangsta rap.

          "Instances of corpulency"

From the week of 9/14:  VICTORY SAUCE

          If I'm going to have two sore fingers, I want to at least have some bruises or something.

From 9/16:  COLD FUSION WTF

From the week of 9/21: I showed up to my prom driving a decidedly uncool red minivan that matched my dress.  Later, my friends and I danced the Time Warp in the glare of the headlights.

          I carry a short length of chain in my pocket in case I need to make a quick escape.

From the week of 9/28: My English professor wears unlaced, storm-blue Converse.

From 10/10: I discovered a few months ago that I was a plagiarist in elementary school.

From the week of 10/12: Such people should be immediately shot.

           I get headaches on Tuesdays.

           BABIES ARE NOT FORMED IN STOMACHS!   Stop talking!

From 10/17: The clouds are perched on the edge of the sky waiting to pounce.

         SUVS = SATAN

         Whale penis leather?

From the week of 10/19: "The snakes are like wooo!  I'm gonna come eat you!"

         Virus on bullets?

From 10/20: Thing is, I dream of hugs.

         When your life falls to pieces, don't blame me.

         I always think about kissing during biology class.

         They put a girl in front of us and we tear her apart.

         We've been eating a long time.

         You may have gone to school with Brad Pitt, but my dad went to camp with Superman.

         Salvador Dali was a sheep with spider hairs.

         I can't imagine ears would be very tasty.

        Did I spit in your coffee?  I can sure as hell make you wonder.

From the week of 10/26: Do not buy shark!

        Here's the flaw - it should say "time + money", which means the equation no longer makes sense.

From 10/27: "You're all cock and no fashion."

         "Men have nipples, but they're only used for twisting."

From 10/31: This will be a very good day.

From the week of 11/2:  Passing Laughter

From 11/9: Whoa!  Amber said something positive today!

Dear iTunes,

Your Genius tool in the iTunes store is a very useful one for me, particularly since I recently lost a long list of potential CDs to buy and artists to check out.  I enjoy the fact that I can be matched up with artists that I would potentially like.

However, I have a few bones to pick with your system.

First of all, let me make this quite clear.  Just because I bought a few tracks from "Sesame Street" does not mean I like every note of children's music ever written.  "Sesame Street" music is clever and fun.  I do not want to hear "The Best of The Wiggles".  That show is stupid and demeaning.

Also, on that note, just because I like one soundtrack does not mean I am automatically going to like every other soundtrack.  I bought Where the Wild Things Are; that is very, very different from Gossip Girl.  Please realize this.

Finally, please stop showing me the same Fall Out Boy albums over and over again.  If I want to buy them, I will.

Sincerely,

Carly

I remember being in Chicago and planning a family trip to a museum, and when my parents asked us where we wanted to go, we all agreed "anywhere except the planetarium".  We went to the planetarium.  I had a good time and was pissed at my parents for making a point.

I remember going to an aquarium and touching an anemone.

I remember spilling mustard in the basement.  It went UNDER the wall.

I remember stepping on a greasepaint stick in the basement.  We had an ugly black splotch on the carpet until we got it replaced.

I remember doing makeup in the basement and then dancing around like cats.  Every single weekend.

I remember a sleepover in the basement and a rather awkward game of Truth or Dare.

I remember going to a show with Lauren and laughing our asses off.

I remember feeling very out of place in the SEMO theatre department.  I remember feeling similarly out of place in the Ball State theatre department.  I still do.

I remember "The Adventures of Mouse Deer" and "Chicken Bones For the Teenage Soup."  I remember playing God.

I remember a humorous interpretation piece with a ridiculously long name.  I also remember remembering this piece several months ago, and laughing at the irony of it.

I remember the Jackson Hostage Crisis.

I remember a hell of a lot of other stuff, but I have to leave, so I'll have to come back to this later.  I'm rather enjoying it.

This kind of turned into a speech & debate entry, didn't it?

This irks me just a tad.

When I went into the dorm bathrooms to take a shower just now, there was nobody in there, so for my own sake I turned off the radio in the bathroom, which always, ALWAYS is tuned to the Muncie "popular" radio station that plays the same 50 or so songs over and over again, about 45 of which I now completely hate because of this. 

I enjoyed peace for about 5 minutes, until someone else came into the bathroom and turned it on again.  Really loud.  Now, this would annoy me slightly by itself, since I at least made sure that no one else was around before changing it.  But I do also realize that some people actually like this music and that they like to listen to it in the shower.

However.

After a couple of minutes, I realized that whoever this person was had not even gotten in the shower.  Rather, they had turned on the radio for the sake of listening it for the minute and a half it took them to pee and wash their hands, and then left.

Seriously?  Do you really have to listen to Top 40 Radio while you pee?

(Also, for some reason, it bugs me that the radio is on all night.  Number one, we're wasting energy.  Number two, if I wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee, the last thing I need is for Fergie to be blasting in my ears when I go into the bathroom.  I don't want to be awakened any further.)

What was your favorite class in high school? (And no, lunch doesn't count.) 

Well, hey, I haven't answered one of these in a good long time.

My favorite class in high school would have to be Challenge.  I loved Challenge because it allowed me to leave class when we weren't doing anything useful, and then I could either choose to be productive or do something stupid and entertaining.  Plus, the Limbaugh was awesome.

If you don't want to count that as a class, I'll toss chamber choir in there, but only senior year.  Junior year chamber choir was fraught with drama that all stemmed from ONE PERSON, and it was all quite stressful for me because of this.  Senior year was awesome because we were good singers and that meant we could pretty much get away with anything; at least, the upperclassmen could.  Plus, that was the year I was on the Madrigal court and I taught everyone how to do "Thriller" for the pop concert.

Art class was also pretty fun.  OH, LOOK HOW RIGHT-BRAINED I AM.

Funny how that happens.

The annoying thing is, I can't really go into what I want to go into without exploding into a pile of cliches.  (I mean, okay, sure, cliches exist because they are usually applicable, but that doesn't mean people necessarily want to read them, especially stuffed into the middle of a wad of purple prose.)

I guess what I should have said is, I'm waxing poetic in my head, but would feel rather silly putting all of it down on a page until I can figure out some more unique ways to express it.

(An example would be "prophecy", which I posted a little while back.  I still felt a little silly, because I felt like the subject matter was screamingly obvious, but I also didn't feel like it was stupid.  Later, my poetry classmates proved to be surprisingly perceptive about that poem, especially considering that a couple of close friends I showed it to really had no idea.  Even later and even weirder, a majority of that "prophecy" actually turned out to be true.  But I digress.)

I feel utterly ridiculous quite frequently, but I'm okay with that.

Apropos of nothing in particular, that idea that a group of us developed on Saturday night as to a set of adult-themed crayons might have some merit.  (Examples: jizz white, pube black, a whole spectrum of vagina pinks, blue balls, wasted green, neon condom orange?)

Hey, everyone loves to color.  I'm sure there's a niche there.

Well, technically it was already, but now even more so.

I hate the fact that I have to go back to the real world tomorrow, because I'm insanely happy and I would prefer for it to stay that way for a very long time.

to my pre-Halloween  Puppet Snape costume.

1) Last night I walked down my dorm's hallway wearing the head part of the costume, but with my regular clothes.  I got a few giggles and "what the fucks", but the best one was "OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE WHAT JUST WALKED BY?????????"  I could hear her all the way down the hall.

(That's right guys...I'm a "what".)

2) Lots of spontaneous cell phone pictures.

3) Unrelated - a guy in my media class was handing out candy dressed as the Riddler.

4) Walking out of one building, I heard a guy start singing "The Mysterious Ticking Noise".

5) Lots of spontaneous grins and thumbs-up.

6) Two people "bothered" me before fiction class started.

7) I got a hug from a girl with Joker scars.

8) A balding police officer gave me a thumbs-up from the squad car.

More to come, hopefully.