Sunday, February 22, 2009

I’m too excited to sleep!

The Oscars are on tonight The Oscars are on tonight The Oscars are on tonight The Oscars are on tonight THE OSCARS ARE ON TONIGHT!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5JAPkvnyso
Please please please watch this. Makes me SO happy.

I finished reading “Watchmen” last night for the second time. Still good, if not better because I picked up on things I did not catch the first time. Man it is so sad, I had completely forgotten how it ended. I am as excited about seeing the “Watchmen” movie as I have been about all the Star Wars movies and Lord of the Rings, and that is saying something. I have no idea how they are going to do the ending, just seeing it in the graphic novel is rough. I am so excited!



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Who watches the Watchmen?

I have to start reading a book called “Cyteen” tonight for my SiFi class. It is about 600 pages long and I have to have the first 146 pages read by tomorrow. Not happening. Well, if it is a good book it may happen, but chances are it is going to be over my head. Our teacher even admitted that it took him three reads through to fully understand it. Humm.

I saw these things on facebook (once again, I am a slave to facebook) that have been really making me think. One is “Ten Fictional Characters you would not have dinner with under any circumstances.” And the other is the opposite, “What 10 fictional characters would you most like to have dinner with?” These seem like fun, so here I go. I will start with the people I want to have dinner with. I am sure my list would be different if I did it next month or next year; these are just the people I want to dine with at the moment.

1. Ziggy Stardust or Jareth the Goblin King for obvious reasons.
2. Han Solo. Duh.
3. Princess Leia. Duh.
4. Rorschach from Watchmen. Sure he kills a lot of people, but I admire him for lot of reasons. And he seems polite; as long as you are not bad person he will be nice to you.
5. Anton Chigurh from “No Country for Old Men”. I know this seems like a strange choice, but I feel that if he flipped his coin in my favor, it would be a very interesting dinner guest. I have a lot of questions for him.
6. Cyrano De Bergerac. I would ask him to write me a poem and probably fall in love with him on the spot and live happily ever after.
7. Fred and George Wesley. Hilarious.
8. Peter Pan. If he actually remembers that he said he would come.
9. Lee Scoresby from His Dark Materials trilogy.
10. Atticus Finch from “To Kill a Mockingbird”

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This could be a potentially dangerous group of people to get together for dinner, but it would defiantly be interesting. The major problem comes with Rorschach and Chigurh being in the same room. Rorschach would try to kill Chigurh, and I can not even call who would win in that fight. They are both ruthless. So that fight would break out, and everyone would get freaked out. Fred and George would probably pick on Jareth for his hair and then he would stick them in the Labyrinth, but I think they could find their way out. Han and Leia would just make out in the corner the entire time while Cyrano tried to break up Chigurh and Rorschach with his sword and then write a poem about it. Lee Scoresby would just fly away in his air ship. In the end, Atticus would reason with everyone to stop fighting and just sit down and eat, because honestly, who can argue with Atticus Finch? If Atticus says sit, you sit. Peter would not even remember he was invited, but show up 10 years later. I would convince him to take to Neverland anyway.

You would think this would be my list of people I would not want to dinner too, what with all the fighting and everything, but not so. Actually, I got Chigurh off a friend of mine’s list of people she would not want to dinner. At first I agreed, but then thought about everything he could clear up for me if he promised not to kill me. She had Henry Plainview on her list, but I think he would be interesting to dine with too. So anyway, here is who I would not want to eat with under any circumstance.

1. Pizza the Hutt. Man he is gross.
2. The White Rabbit. I hate his voice, the Disney version anyway. So annoying.
3. Dolores Umbridge. I don’t think any character from Harry Potter has made me madder. I despise that women and she does not even exist.
4. Ignatius J. Reilly from “A Confederacy of Dunces” by John Kennedy Toole. I have a love hate relationship with that book, but not with Ignatius.
5. The Duke from Moulin Rouge.
6. The Children in “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” by Flannery O’Connor.
7. Joy/Hulga from “Good Country People” by Flannery O’Connor.
8. Kate from Lost. She has always annoyed me.
9. Adrian Veidt, aka Ozymandias from “Watchmen.” His logic is so scary.
10. Hannibal Lecter. He would mainly be a bad choice in dinner guest because of what he would want to eat. GA.

I have no idea what would happen if these people would get together for dinner. This list was actually harder to make than the other one. I just kept thinking of villains, but a lot of my favorite characters are villains who I would probably not mind having dinner with. The Joker, Darth Vader, Severus Snape, all people I would love to talk to. If they were coming to dinner anyway, it is just assumed that most villains are only interested in eating and not killing anyone, and with death out of the way most villains are fascinating people.

I think I have a pretty good list of awful and or annoying people. I mean, The White Rabbit is not really that bad a guy, all I have against him is his voice. Umbridge, Ignatius and The Duke I would never even want to be in the same room with much less eating dinner. These are in no particular order by the way, neither is the other list. If they were in order, I think Umbridge would be at the top of this one. If anyone has seen Space Balls you will know why I don’t want to have dinner with Pizza the Hutt. He is more disgusting than Jabba the Hutt, makes him look like a fuzzy kitten. Apparently Flannery O’Connor is terrific at writing people you would never want to meet. Joy/Hulga would just be annoying to talk to and the Children I would smack. Ozymandias, well, for one thing he is the smartest man alive. Who would want to compete with that? What could you possibly talk to the smartest man alive about? Oh, and he is completely insane, but that’s another story. Last but certainly not least I have Hannibal. I am pretty sure I don’t even have to say why he is not coming to my dinner party. No thank you.

Weird that no Lord of the Rings characters made either list. I love all those characters too much to pick. Boromir and Faramir would probably make the list if it were longer, like a top 20 characters or something. Also all the hobbits, they would get along nicely with Fred and George. I don’t think any of them would be on my bad list to be honest, except perhaps Gollum mainly for being sort of gross to look at. But I even have questions for him about before he found the ring and all that. Humm.

I have been listening to a song called “Where The Wild Roses Grow” by Kylie over and over again on YouTube. I am trying to convert it to an MP3, but its not working. I don’t even remember how I found the song. I think it was when I was looking up The Duke from Moulin Rouge for my list and I stumbled across the actress who played The Green Fairy. She is Kylie, and apparently sings. Weird.

I guess I should start “Cyteen” now. I need to get through at least half of what I need for tomorrow before the Oscars start. THE OSCARS ARE ON TONIGHT! Did I mention that before? I can’t remember. One of these days I will be there, so you all better watch them every year just in case!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cTR6fk8frs
My favorite. Makes me cry every time. Go find some high speed internet and watch the videos in this blog!

~major7th~

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Move out of my way.

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Have you ever noticed that conversations about movies tend to be very fast? It may just be me, but whenever I start talking movies with someone, no matter who they are, the conversation always ends up very high paced with a lot of interrupting. I am not saying there is anything wrong with this, just that it seems to be the way things go. Everyone had an opinion about movies (even if it is that they don’t like any of them) so whenever you are talking about them with someone, everyone involved wants to make sure their opinion is known one way or another. This happens with conversations about music and books too, but I have never noticed it as much as I do with film chats.

That probably made no sense. I was sitting in the CAC today as usual, waiting for Puppetry to start and this girl I usually don’t like too much came and sat next to me. I was trying to find a song for class to be the theme song for my puppet and she noticed that I was looking at all sorts of movie scores in my itunes. She flipped out for some reason.

“OH my god! You have movie scores too?” says the girl as she plops down next to me, sitting entirely too close for comfort.

“Ya, I love movie scores,” I reply, thinking that I do not have the energy for where I can see this conversation going, “Lots of the time I have the soundtrack before I see the movie.”

“Oh man, that’s so cool; I have about 800 of them!” At this point I am thinking you are a liar, really 800? You are sitting way too close to me.

“Cool,” was all I could think to say. All my energy was being spent keeping the fake look of interest in our conversation plastered to my face. God I am mean.

“Yay! This is great,” she continued, “I finally found another movie buff!”

“Who isn’t a movie buff?” one of the puppetry major’s sitting across from us piped in.

“That’s sort of true…” I say, but am interrupted by girl face.

“I will have to burn you some CDs! I have so many scores; I have all the Star Wars…”

“I have all of them too.” No way was I going to let her say the words ‘Star Wars’ without letting it be known that they are my favorites. This is what I mean by fast conversations.

“Let’s see, I have all the Indiana Jones…”

“I have the first one.”

“Finding Neverland…”

“Have it.”

“OH and I have a HUGE John Williams collection!” Seriously girl face? I am in love with that man. “I will just burn you a whole bunch of stuff; if you have it you have it. This is so great! Oh I have Peter Pan too!”

“Really?” Now I am interested. I did not want this girl wasting her time burning me CDs of music that I already had, but I do love me some Peter Pan. “I have lots of Peter Pan too. Do you have the Disney version?”

“No, I have the live action.”

“Oh, well I have that one, and the Mary Martin one.”

“I will see if I have the Disney one, I am not sure.”

“That would be great.”

This story did not have a point. In the end she said she would burn me tons of music and bring it to class for me. Why would she do this? She does not even know me. That’s a lot of CDs that cost money that I am not going to give her. I am sure she will forget and not do it anyway, so I guess this is a moo point. (Like the opinion of a cow)

This conversation took an annoying point. Not because of whom I was talking too anymore, but the subject matter. We talked movies for a while, going back and forth really fast mainly because I had to basically interrupt her to get a single word in, then it turned to film school. Turns out WVU is in the process of developing a film school, just in time for me to graduate. That’s just great. ANDDD I find out that no, I was correct and there are no screenwriting classes here, but there ARE playwriting classes which is basically the same thing.

What is wrong with me? Why am I finding out about all these great things mere months before I am going to graduate and leave forever? This is awful. Other things I have been finding out about, the fact that there is a puppetry major for one, the fact that I could have minored in music if I took two theory classes and that If I was not doing Guard this semester I may have been able to actually have a flit minor. Why oh why did I not start caring freshmen year? Why did I wait till junior year to actually take advantage of my school? I am an idiot.

So what it all boils down to is that I want to create my own minor. I am going to call it a minor in ‘the arts’ and I believe I have more than enough credits to fulfill it. I have taken three film classes, not counting all the lit classes where we have discussed films as well as literature. I was in the marching band for 4 years, a rank leader two years. I am in my third semester of concert band with my lovely tuba. I am taking choral union for the first time, another thing I wish I had known about sooner/had the guts to try out for sooner. I am in puppetry right now and love it. I am a creative writing major for goodness sake. My Chinese lit class was all about plays and poetry. I did indoor guard freshmen year and am in one again this year (it’s not a class but whatever, it should count for something). I am practically drenched in ‘the arts’ and want it to show for something. I know that at some schools you can create your own major or minor, I will have to see if I can do it here.

I am not all that sure how this blog makes me look, but that’s ok. The first part makes me look really mean, but you all know that already, and the second part makes me look like a slacker, which is 100% true.


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Sigh.

“It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say,
Gotta find me a future move out of my way,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now.”

~major7th~

You See Me Crying Crazy

Greetings Earthlings.

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Everyone needs to go read C.L. Moore’s story No Women Born. It’s fantastic. I had to read it for my SiFi class and it blew my mind.

Sorry to all my loyal readers, I have been absent for a while. Last semester of my senior year is catching up with me in all the wrong ways and I have been booked solid. Since I have not had time to actually write a new blog, I am going to type up this writing exercise I had to do for one of my creative writing non fiction classes last semester. Our lovely teacher asked us to write our life stories with one or two sentences only for each year of our lives. At first it was really hard, but then it got easier, and then got really fun. I like how mine turned out, and I have been meaning to type it up for a while.

So here it is, my life in 21 (give or take) sentences:

1. I was born early in the morning on April 9th, minute too late to have an awesome birthday, but no one would know for two more years.

2. The first two years of my life were spent living the life of an only child with all my parents’ attention.

3. The day before I turned 2, my brother was born, providing me with a loud, whiny, cute little birthday present.

4. My only child existence was shattered.

5. I learned to share not only my parent’s attention but my room.

6. Elementary school brought me 5 friends I had no idea at the time would stick by me for the next 15 years of my life.

7. We learned to read and write, some enjoying this more than others. I enjoyed it enough for everyone.

8. In third grade I was taller than my teacher, breaking her only rule of the classroom.

9. Our teacher had a snake in Fourth grade and there was a war within our class; a few friends were lost.

10. In fifth grade we took a class trip to DC and made pizzas shaped like the USA. I used olives for Virginia.

11. Middle school started and with it the magical world of Harry Potter.

12. Nothing exciting or worth mentioning occurred in 7th grade, for me or anyone else in the history of 7th grades.

13. I took a trip with my family around the entire USA and discovered that I love to travel.

14. High School brought Color Guard into my life and consumed it for the next 8 years. That is also the year that tragedy made me patriotic.

15. I decided English was my favorite class in 10th grade after reading
To Kill A Mockingbird.

16. My sweet 16 birthday consisted of a brutal bike ride through a Civil War battleground with one of my friends from elementary school that ended at a cemetery at the top of the steepest hill I have ever biked. This may be why I love them so; I have never been so happy to see a cemetery.

17. At 17 I became a world traveler by dragging a tuba through 7 different European countries.

18. Senior year of high school I ruled my school (the band geeks that is). That was also the year I went to New Zealand for the first time and was shocked at how beautiful the world can be.

19. I went straight from New Zealand to college and started missing my friends immediately. I pretended WVU was Hogwarts for the majority for the year.

20. Sophomore year I started making new friends at last and went to Rome with my brother and grandparents. I also decided that I might enjoy writing for more than myself.

21. Junior year I stated to write, really write, and my world exploded in a way I never thought it would. I went back to New Zealand to visit one of my best friends and heard Country Roads sung by inebriated Kiwis.

22. This year I will graduate college and start my real adult life despite my severe Peter Pan syndrome. I will spin with a color guard for the last time and say goodbye to my college friends it took me so long to meet, but who I will miss desperately. But the future seems exciting, so all I can do is wait for it to hit and go with it.

This is my life in 22 sentences. I am not actually 22 yet, but I will be soon enough. If I had enough time and energy I would do a little more research and put a few more important mile stones in there, like the first time I saw Star Wars or when I was on an episode of West Wing or the first time I saw Aerosmith live. They were all important and life changing, but alas, it is almost midnight and I have stories to write and essays to figure out.

I listened to You See Me Crying 17 times today in a row, so here is my man Steven Tyler for your viewing pleasure. Ummmm.

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I love that man so much.

“Youre packin up your stuff
And and talkin like its tough
And tryin to tell me
That its time to go
But I know you aint wearin nothin underneath that
Overcoat and that its all a show”


(I know those are not lyrics from You See Me Crying, don’t think I don’t. They are from Crazy. I have moved on to Crazy now and those lyrics there are some of my favorite Aerosmith lyrics of all time and I have no idea why. Something about ‘I know you aint wearin nothin underneath that overcoat’ gets me.)

~marjor7th~

Monday, February 9, 2009

Breakfast time

Finally figured out how to do videos.

Here is our puppetry project I keep talking about.

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Dig it? I dig it.

~major7th~

Saturday, February 7, 2009

25 happy things



I realized a bit ago that my last two blogs had to do with death in some way shape or form. That is to depressing for me to let slide, so I decided to pull the old copy-paste and take something I just posted on facebook to lighten the mood. I assure you all, I do not only think of death and dying. There was a point almost two years ago when I was fascinated with suicide, but I swear it was for a character I was writing about. I am a very happy person.


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See? flowers are happy and so am I.

So this is a ‘25 things’ sort of survey thing that has been going around facebook like a plague or something lately. You are supposed to write 25 random things about yourself, then tag 25 of your friends who in turn do it and tag 25 of their friends including you and on and on and on until you know a lot of random stuff about people you never cared about in the first place. I resisted for a while, but then gave in because of my love of making lists. It turned out alright I think. James said it was ‘lovely’ so I guess it was a success.

Here are my 25 things in no particular order:

1. My picture is in the new Creative Writing Brochure! I mean, it’s the worst picture ever taken of me EVER, but whatever. I may be graduating, but the English department won’t be able to get rid of my face for a while! WOO!

2. To quote my good friend Tiffany’s 25 things “I have a huge thing for David Bowie.”

3. I adore polite people.

4. If I ever get a dog I am going to name him Atticus.

5. I have a cardboard cutout of Han Solo on my bedroom wall and directly across from him on the opposite wall is a READ poster of Sean Connery. Two of my most prized possessions.

6. On that same note, I love Star Wars with all my heart. All of them. I want to get married at Skywalker Ranch and have Princess Leia and Han Solo action figures on the top of my wedding cake.

7. I have been to New Zealand twice and want to go back right now.

8. I love making lists and usually make one every day for one reason or another. I have a really intense life goal list at the moment, something I need to get on immediately.

9. People I would marry if they asked me/were alive/were straight/were not old enough to be my grandfather: David Bowie, Harrison Ford, Freddy Mercury, Bobby Darin, Gerard Depardieu (RIP Guillaume Depardieu), Ewan McGregor, Robert Downey Jr, Sean Connery and Tim Curry to name a few.

10. I like to write. A LOT.

11. I like to read. A LOT.

12. I like to watch movies and want to learn how to make them.

13. Color Guard is kinda fun I guess. Just kidding, I love it.

14. I never have the right shoes and hate shoe shopping. Guess that’s why.

15. I am that annoying girl who is always shoving a camera in your face. Sorry about that. Actually I’m not.

16. I think my brother is pretty awesome. I hope I get into VCU for grad school so I can hang out with him more and see his shows.

17. I am going to write the next Harry Potter book, at least that’s what my dad is banking on. He says I need to hurry up and write it so he can retire. Har har, he thinks he is so funny. Actually, he is pretty funny. I LOVE my parents; they are the best in the world. I got real lucky in that department.

18. By the way, I am in no way comparing myself to J.K. Rowling in #17. She is a literary goddess and no one will ever compare to what she did to the world. I will defend Harry Potter till the day I die!

19. My favorite story of all time is ‘Cyrano De Bergerac’ by Edmond Rostand.

20. I used to have this secret ambition to be either a movie star or singer. Shyness and lack of talent have squashed these dreams, but they are still fun to think about. I have wanted to be a lot of things.

21. Currently I want to be the following: writer of children’s/YA/fantasy/magical realism/non-fiction/travel books, film director, work on movies in any capacity, puppeteer, professional traveler, work in publishing in some capacity, full time dreamer, kid for life or anything else exciting. I forgot super hero. My super power would be the ability to fly with wings that appear whenever I need them. I would probably be able to be invisible too. Probably.

22. I tried to dye my hair pink the day before classes started. It did not take. Wish it had.

23. I really do want to get into Grad school, but I don’t think I am going to. However, I have so many other options for the future that I am not really stressing out about it. I can always try again, or blow all my money traveling for a summer, or move to California and beg a movie studio to give me a job or anything!

24. Any and all music rules. I literally love all music. I play the tuba and hope that one day I will have enough time to actually commit to being good at it.

25. I am sure I will think of 25 way better things to have put in this as soon as I post it. And sorry if anyone I tagged is sick of theses, I only did it because I really like reading all the ones other people are doing. Whatever, I’m in the facebook generation; I might as well do the facebook thing.


There it is, 25 things about me you may or may not have known already. I hope I represented myself well, and yes, I have thought about 100 other much better things I could have written since I posted it. It happens.

Good night all and I promise I will stop writing about death for a while. Let all be happy forever!

“No more sad songs.”

~major7th~

Puppets and Battlestar Galactica

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The other day my friend Joe and I (pictured) preformed our first puppetry project of the season. Yes, I am taking a puppetry class. It is sort of the best thing in the world. If I had known puppetry was a major at this school four years ago, I would probably be a puppetry and English major. However, I don’t think I would have made it far in the puppetry major. Too many acting classes.

Notice the Polaroid features of these pictures?


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That would be because my awesome friend Beth gave me a Polaroid camera for Christmas. These were actually the fist two pictures I took with it. There are only 10 pictures in a pack of film and the film is really expensive to buy online because it is not made anymore. It’s a real shame because Polaroid cameras extremely fun. Every Christmas list from now on is going to include Polaroid film.

I have had a lot to read lately. Unfortunately all for classes, fortunately cool classes. So far this semester I have read Plato’s Symposium, Edward II by Christopher Marlow, Frankenstein and Jurassic Park. On top of this I am trying to read the fist Sandman comic and Stardust by Neil Gaiman. He is going to be at this English convention I am going to in March, and I figured that I should probably read some of his stuff. He is the coolest guy ever, I am a huge fan and I have not even finished one thing he has written yet. English major’s have little time for pleasure reading. But that’s ok; I would have never made it in any other major, or been as happy.

I really want to write a non fiction piece about two questions; where were you on 9/11 and where were you when Heath Ledger died? I feel like, for my generation anyway, those are the two questions that will be asked of us the most. However, I think it may be too soon to be making 9/11 jokes (not really a joke, just a question, don’t freak out) or bring up Heath Ledger for that matter. It’s been almost 8 years since 9/11 happened and almost exactly a year since Heath Ledger died and both feel like they happened yesterday. I think it would be an interesting essay.

On 9/11 I was a freshman in high school and did not know anything about anything. Not to say that I know much of anything now, but I know a heck of a lot more than I did then. I was in Sign Language class when I found out. That year we had sign language in the German teacher’s classroom (I remember his name but can’t spell it). Every day we showed up and learned American Sign Language in a room covered in maps of Germany and posters of German this and that.

One such day we had just gotten to class when an announcement came over the loudspeaker. “The school will be immediately under lockdown until further notice in response to terrorist attacks.” Our whole class started to laugh. It was not exactly worded like that, but that was the general point. It sounded ridiculous, the thought of terrorist coming all the way to Valley to attack us. One person who was not laughing was our teacher. She finally shouted above the roar of laughter “you mean you all don’t know?” No, we did not know. What happened? Tell us tell us.

Then she told us and we all shut up real fast. At some point in the day I got a hall pass to the bathroom and snuck down the theater/music hallway to find a TV. Standing in the door way to the Black Box (theater classroom) I watched the towers smolder and the Pentagon being put out by fire trucks. I ended up in the band room, my class completely forgotten, and sat in my tuba cubby for a while thinking. Too many friends and family members worked in or around DC. I never got to see the Twin Towers and always wanted to. The one emotion I remember feeling the most in the days after 9/11 was anger. I was so angry and did not even know who to be angry at. It was an awful day.

That year we went to New York City on my first band trip. We got to see Ground Zero.

This would be the part in the essay where I would make some awkward transition from 9/11 to Heath Ledger. I would probably include other people’s experiences and stories because lets face it, who wants to read only what happened to me? No one, not even me.

I found out about Heath Ledger in a text message. It was on a Tuesday, my busiest day of my junior year spring semester. I had classes from 9am all the way until 9pm with a few hours break when I was at work. Tuesdays were annoying, I did not get to go back to my house at all and there fore had to carry everything I needed for the entire day all day. If I forgot anything, too bad. I would just have to go without it.

That night found me at the CAC as usual, going to Concert Band. Once again, I was in place where music happens, interesting. In my essay I would probably try to find some meaningfull connection there as well, but I will spare my blog readers. Any who, that night I was walking through the lobby, about to descend down into the music floor, when I get this text message. It reads the following:

“Heath Ledger”

I was confused. It was from my dear friend Molly from back home, which made a little more sense. We both share a love of Ledger and watched A Knights Tale about a million times in high school. Thinking hard, trying to remember if I should know what she was talking about I decided finally that I shouldn’t and replied “What about him?”

“Dead”

I stopped walking. I don’t remember if I responded, I thought she was joking, but who would joke about that? Downstairs in the band room my fears were confirmed. I spent the evening reading horrifying articles online about drug overdoses and watching A Knights Tale with a whole new perspective. This was the fist time that an actor I truly loved had ever died. Sure, lots of actors I have liked have died or have been dead for ever, but Heath Ledger was so young. That’s what got me. If one of my old man loves (and there are quite a few) were to die, I would feel just as sad, but not nearly as shocked.

The end of my essay would try to tie everything together somehow. Herein lays the problem. How do you tie those together? I probably couldn’t, and would instead be bashed for comparing something as God awful as 9/11 to one man dyeing. Well, whatever. These are but a few reasons this essay will probably never be written.

Oh goodness look at the time! I have to go, Battlestar Galactica is on! Oh boy.


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“Shove it up your ass; I don’t need a frackin lawyer.”
~Admiral Adama

~major7th~

Monday, February 2, 2009

Guillaume is on an awfully big adventure.

I was click click clickin around the English Department website the other day trying to figure out what the heck WVU wants me to give them to apply for their graduate program when I came across the new Creative Writing Brochure. Take a looksee:


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Fairly lovely looking brochure. I think so anyway. The colors are nice and I like the font, but more importantly, that picture is just stellar. Look closer:


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See anyone you know? I sure do. That’s a picture of my creative non fiction class last semester. One of the English Department office ladies came in one day and took a bunch of pictures of our teacher Mark with our class pretending to have be having class. At one point she dragged us outside and placed us under the trees. It turned out pretty good; it actually looks like we are having class outside which we never did.

Don’t be fooled, creative writing classes at WVU do not usually lounge outside and talk about our favorite books and writers and the world like they do in the movies. This was a fictional situation. Let’s look closer.


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All you can see of me really is my decapitated head floating behind Nicole who looks quite lovely. We have the same hair style, happens often when you only have like three hair styles between two people. Being in the Creative Writing Brochure is even cooler for her because she is a Psychology major. So there English Department! We may be graduating soon, but our faces will be on the brochure until Mark retires! HA!

Too bad it’s the worst picture ever taken of me in the history of ever. Oh well, I’ll take it. It’s still cool.

So, on a completely unrelated topic, I just found out last night that Guillaume Depardieu, son of one of my favorite actors Gérard Depardieu, died in October of pneumonia. Where have I been? I feel like this is something I should have heard about in, I don’t know, October? Also, he only had on leg. Apparently it got amputated after a motorcycle accident. And he struggled with drugs. And has a cute little daughter. All I knew about him is that he had a big nose like Gérard and was also a good actor.

I actually own a few movies with Guillaume in them because he was in a lot with his dad, and I LOVE his dad. I felt like such a slacker when I found out he had died, and was depressed for the rest of the night. After I read it I went all over the net looking for articles and found out that Guillaume wrote an autobiography. One article said that it tells all these bad things about Gérard, how he was not around when Guillaume was little and how he was a drunk. It also said that Guillaume loved his father for the same reasons he hated him which I found interesting. I think I would like to read it, but I could not find it online anywhere so I bet it’s not translated into English anywhere.

I love reading about real people. Unfortunately I don’t have time to read lots of autobiographies, biographies and memoirs (or any other books for pleasure that is), but I love looking up articles online about my favorite actors and singers. Well, not when I find out that their sons died. I remember being outraged when I read about Oscar Wilde’s life and how he was sent to prison for being flamboyant, leading to his weakened state and eventual death. He was such an interesting guy. Bobby Darin is another I love. Did you know he found out when he was grown up that his sister was really his mother? His story always gets me because of how he lived his life. He lived his whole life knowing that he could die any day because of his weak heart. He was not supposed to even grow up, and he went on to be one of the greatest singers of all time. Look him up sometime.

This blog went into a depressing decision. I always get sad thinking about how I will never get to meet people like Freddy Mercury and Bobby Darin. Not that I would have meet them anyway, but who knows? I might have.

RIP Guillaume Depardieu. Sorry I am late saying it.


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“To die would be an awfully big adventure.” ~Peter Pan

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