Monday, March 23, 2009



I did not get into grad school.

Well, that’s a little premature. I heard from two schools in one day, so it sort of feels like I have not gotten in anywhere. ODU does not want me at all, that letter was one paragraph long, so I knew I was not in before I even read it. GMU claims to want me, says my “work holds considerable promise,” and have therefore placed me and my dreams in the last place anyone ever wants to be, a waiting list. No one likes waiting, be it in line for anything, waiting for test scores, to get a paper back, or waiting for a reply to a fan letter you know you will never get. I wish they had not even told me there was a waiting list. I wish GMU had not written to me until they knew I was in or not, even if it means me being in the dark for a few weeks longer. Because, although I just expressed my hated of waiting, waiting to hear back from grad schools had not really bothered me. So to anyone know I told “I just want to know already!” I was lying. I did not want to know, because as long as I did not know, there was still hope.

So now I am on a waiting list, midway on the waiting list actually. So, that means that, in order for me to get in, the amount of people ahead of me on this list have to get accepted to GMU, and turn it down. Then I am in. This does not look good for me. Needless to say, I am a tiny bit depressed. However, I will live. Once again, my mood is saved by my mother’s insistent need to send me e-mails full of links and weather updates. Although I may pretend at times that these annoy me, that is also a lie. I guess I am a bigger liar than I always thought.

To fully understand this statement I should probably explain what is going on with me this week. On Wednesday, my friend Hayley and I are getting up at the crack of dawn to drive to Pittsburgh and catch a flight at 5:30am (ug) for Minneapolis, Minnesota. That fine city holds the Sigma Tau Delta International English Honor Society’s annual Convention, which I will be reading two creative pieces, one fiction and one non fiction. My maturity level is not well represented in my two pieces, the fiction piece being about two comic nerds having an argument and the other about me reading The Princess Bride for the first time, but who really cares. This will be my third and last Convention, sophomore year it was in Pittsburgh, last year in Louisville. Although this will be my first year going without either of my amazing friends Jen and Liz who got me into (or rather forced me into) Sigma Tau Delta leadership positions (I am the president of WVU’s chapter, woot!), I find my self excited like never before to go to Minneapolis. The reason for my excitement can be summed up in one name: Neil Gaiman.

I will admit, at the beginning of last semester when I found out that Neil Gaiman was going to be speaking at the Convention, I did not know who he was. The name sounded familiar, but I could not rattle off any titles. Since then I have done my homework, and now I don’t know how I have claimed to love fantasy, children’s literature, graphic novels or any book in general without having known about Mr. Gaiman. His imagination is astounding, limitless and terrifying, and I find myself a huge fan. Unfortunately, I have not had enough time this year to read as many of his books as I would have liked, but I have read enough to know I love him. Reading Coraline over spring break and then going immediately into The Sandman inspired me toward the current direction of my Capstone story, and for that I will always be eternally grateful. Inspire me and you will have a place in my heart forever.

Now, for the reason all of this has anything to do with my current mood. One of the links my mother sent me today was to Neil Gaiman’s blog and website. My mood as I was responding to the e-mail was not a good one, so sorry mom if my responses were less than polite. However, not being in any mood to start my homework, I ventured into Neil Gaiman’s blog to see what it was all about. And it in I found a real person.

When we idolize someone, be it a movie star, director, writer or any public figure, they become somewhat godlike. Not that we worship them in any creepy way or perform sacrifices to them or anything, but they become unreal. I tend to talk about my future in terms of this fantasy time in my life when I am going to be rich and famous, saying things like “well when I am at the Oscars with Tim Curry, I will put in a good word for you with George Lucas, since we will probably be sitting at the same table. Afterward, when George and I have set up the contract to make my book into a movie, I am sure I can get you in it as an extra.” Now, I know I will probably never go to the Oscars and sit with George Lucas and Tim Curry, but I still talk like this, which makes these celebrity figures more and more untouchable. They are part of my fantasy life, the one in which I live in a mansion and can actually support myself. But every so often, someone from the fantasy world steps into the light and become real. This is what happened when I read Neil Gaiman’s blog.

His blogs vary in length, from long accounts of his time on The Colbert Report and his opinion of being nominated for a Hugo award. But as I kept reading, I found other things. He has before and after pictures of his daughter the day she got her braces off. He wrote about his father dying. And the best part (not that his father dying is good, I am sorry about that) was in a letter he put in from a friend of his. His friend said he was sorry about his father and then started to talk about The Graveyard Book. I will quote the exact line that blew my mind open a little.

“Loed your appearance on the Colbert Report.”

See anything wrong? Now, I realize that this was a note from a friend writing to Mr. Gaiman, but still. Even if he copy and pasted it from an e-mail, I think most people would check their friend’s spelling. Do you see what his means? Do you see why I am so happy? That missing V in loved means that Neil Gaiman, writer extraordinaire, overlooked a spelling error. He is human! He is proud of his daughter’s new teeth, missed a V in loved, has to think about whether he should shave or not and sleeps for 13 hours in one night when he feels like it. He is real and I get to meet him in a few days.

So my mood was saved. And with my newly saved mood, I can see the bright side of any situation, especially not getting into grad school. Not getting into school does not mean I am not going to be able to be a writer, nothing can stop me. If anything, it might be better not going to grad school. I would have to torture myself grading brat student’s English 101 papers, students who don’t even want to be there, on topics I don’t have any interest in just to pay for school. Don’t get me wrong, if GMU does have tons of kids turn them down, thus letting me in, I will be thrilled. If VCU decides that they want me, I will be ecstatic, but if not, it’s no big deal. Whatever I am doing in life, I can always write.

I am in an incredible mood to blow off my books for school right now and start reading The Graveyard Book.

So there you have it, my blog about reading a blog. Can you believe that all last week, when I did not have classes and my only obligations were to read and hang out with my friends, that I did not write one blog? And yet now, when I have endless things I could and should be doing, being rejected form a grad school inspired me to write one? Strange.

I have been listening to a lot of opera lately. I have a CD set called “The Very Best of Opera” which is organized into three disks, The Men, The Women, and Instrumental. I realized, on my way back to school, that I should really pay more attention to the Instrumental CD. This one song in particular, Intermezzo From Manon Lescault by Puccini is haunting. Listen to it and I dare you not to cry. Listen to it loud. This is a common theme I have found with any song by Puccini. This is why you buy ‘Best Of’ CDs, of anything. Out of the Best Of, you will find what you think is the Best Of.

I know that seemed unrelated to the aforementioned blog, but its not. The music you happen to be listening to have a great deal of affect on your mood, so I believe that’s another reason I survived my rejection letter. Not that opera is the most cheerful of music, not the kind I like anyway, but listening to something beautiful will make you happy no matter what. So I am happy.

This turned real long real fast. Hope you reached the end without regret.

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Friday, March 13, 2009

Shout out…

…to my mom. Hey mom! Thanks for sending me blog edits! Because we all know Maria can’t spell. Ha ha, lets all laugh at her. But seriously, don’t, its getting old (Nicole). Just kidding, I love Nicole. I make fun of her enough that I think we will always be even.

Also, notice how the title of my blog fed right into the first sentence? This is how my mom starts a lot of her e-mails to me. I have been meaning to comment on this for a while, because I find it funny and cute. It’s always something like SUBJECT: I forgot to tell you… E-MAIL: …that you need to check the oil in your car! Or, SUJECT: Thought you might be interested…E-MAIL: …in this article about your school because I read your campus newspaper (online) more than you do! One of these days I am going to get one that says something like SUBJECT: Just wanted to let you know…E-MAIL: …your cat died. I think Kelsey got an e-mail from her dad like this one time. It was something like SUBJECT: Your mother’s not pregnant…E-MAIL:…but your hamsters dead.

I have one more class till spring break. Why can’t he just cancel it? No one is going to even be there, it will be pointless. Oh well, I have actually finished the book for that class, so for once I am prepared for class, so we might as well have class.
Oh man, I have the perfect picture for this blog of Joe pulling his skin off, but its on my camera still and I am at the library. Too bad, I will have to put it up later. I will find something else random that’s already on my photobucket account. This is good.



The Great Happiness Contest
(This happens a lot)

First Women: I’m perfectly happy. I love my husband and we have two darling children. I certinally don’t need any change in my lot.

Me: You miserable nits, I have a Nobel Peace Prize, fourteen published novels, six lovers, a town house, a box at the Metropolitan Opera, I fly a plane, I fix my own car, and I can do eighteen push-ups before breakfast, that is, if you’re interested in numbers.

All The Women: Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.”

~The Female Man by Joanna Russ

HA. I am not saying that there is anything wrong with the first women by quoting this passage from the book I am currently reading, I just think what 'Me' says is funny. As long as people are happy, it does not matter how many Nobel prizes they have.


Thursday, March 12, 2009

50 Million years later...

Greetings gentle readers! It’s been far too long! It is cold outside today and I wore capris. What is wrong with me?


Much has happened since last we spoke. I have been incredibly flattered with the amount of people telling me to write a new blog because they are sick of reading my last one over and over again. (That amount of people was like 3, but that’s still better than ever before.) I have also had a request to write about my opinion of the Oscars. Here it is, short and sweet version:

I cringed every time Benjamin Button won something. Luckily it only happened 3 times.

I love Kate Winslet and am super excited she won best the actress. Shut up everyone saying that Merrell Streep got robbed, she has like 30 million Oscars already! As far as I am concerned, Kate deserved that award for the entire year of movies, not just The Reader. She was awesome in Revolutionary Road too. And in every other thing she is in.

I am happy for Slumdog Millionaire, even though I still have not seen it. But I did download the song from said movie that won best song, and it is awesome.

Sean Penn is cool and all, but I have a feeling Mickey Rourke should have won for best actor. I have not even seen The Wrestler (BUT I REALLY WANT TO If anyone knows that it is playing anywhere TELL ME) but I still get that feeling.

I LOVE Hugh Jackman. I don’t care what anyone says. He is adorable. And man can Ann Hathaway sing. Shocker. Just wait, she will be in a musical in no time.


The whole thing they did with the best actor and actress nominees, where they had the previous winners stand in a semi circle and talk about how great they are, was lame. They are all Hollywood actors up for Oscars, they already know how great they are, and so do we. It just wasted time that could have been spent actually showcasing each of the best song nominations instead of putting them all together (It was sort of cool though) or doing anything else.

Ben Stiller= HA.

Heath Ledger. I love him, don’t get me wrong, but he already won the Golden Globe for Joker. I was hoping someone else would win best supporting actor, more specifically Robert Downy Jr. I mainly wanted Robert to win because it would be hilarious, and because actors in comedies rarely win anything and don’t always get the respect they deserve. In a lot of ways it is way harder to be funny than serious.

I am sure there is more, but this is all I remember about the Oscars that I feel worth mentioning. A lot of people have been bashing the Oscars this year, saying that they did not care about them as much and that the movies up for awards were lame, but I will always disagree. I will always care, no matter what is going on, because that’s where I want to be someday. That’s the ultimate goal, as unattainable as it may seem. But that’s ok, what’s the point of having life goals if they are too easy to achieve? Aiming high is the only way to aim.

Another thing that happened since last we spoke was Watchmen. I saw it at midnight with Nicole and Jeremy, which was really something. The theater was packed, two theaters I believe completely sold out. It was like every fanboy and fangirl/comic nerd in the Morgantown area crawled out from their parent’s basements to see this movie. Practically all of my creative writing Capstone class was there. I love seeing movies on opening day. Those are the people who will appreciate it the most, and the reaction from that crowd is the one that truly counts.

There have been extremely mixed reviews of Watchmen ranging from fantastic to incredibly negative. I am more on the fantastic side, but for one important reason: I am not comparing the movie to the book. You can’t do that if you want to enjoy the movie at all. There is far too much going on in the book for any director to possibly cram into a movie, so he doesn’t. What we get is a gory superhero movie, which I found wildly entertaining. It was very well cast (except for Laurie, she blew), the soundtrack was awesome and it was visually appealing. My favorite part were the opening credits, which is the only part that strayed creatively from the original plot of the book.

Sure, Zack Snyder (the director) changed the ending, but I honestly don’t care. It was basically the same, and that’s all the matters. I think Snyder did a great job making the movie that for years was stamped un-filmable, and that is something to be admired.

Speaking of the soundtrack, there is one song in particular that I found not only prefect for the movie but hauntingly beautiful. It is by Phillip Glass and is called Pruit Igoe & Prophecies. Go look it up on youtube or something, its awesome. There is one video about Grand Theft Auto that’s cool. The video is stupid, but the song will blow your mind. I have been trying to rip it off youtube, but the site that Nicole always uses does not work for me for some reason, so if anyone else knows a good site, let me know! I would just buy it on itunes, but I can’t get that song without buying the entire album from the Watchmen soundtrack. I would just go for it, but it’s the soundtrack with the songs in the movie (not the original score one, which is better) and I have half the songs on it already so it would be a waste of $11. Of course it is album only, so I cannot just buy the one song like normal movie soundtracks without getting them all. Anyway, sorry about that little rant. Everyone go look up the song, its great.

So, Oscars and Watchmen, what else is there? I am at work at the CAC and they are having this event, it’s like a Convention or something for musical high schoolers (I don't think 'schoolers' is a word) or something dumb. It’s been catered, but I have been told that I cannot have any of the food till it’s over because it’s for the Convention goers. If my dad were here he would not stand for that. He would stay in line anyway (It looks like it’s the same people who cater MountainLair events) and tell the event staff to run across the road and get him a coke.

Spring break starts in a few days (not till Sunday for me) and I couldn’t be happier. Even the prospect of doing homework and working on projects during my entire break (thus why I don’t really have a break) is more appealing than staying here and going to classes.

More later.

“If the world is ending, I'm throwing the party.”