I consider myself a creature of habit. My default state is sitting in my bed trying unsuccessfully to convince myself to get out of bed. Sometimes, I am vaguely successful, and go from sitting around, to slumping around like a zombie while making a noise I can only compare to those people who smoked so much they have to have a machine in order to make their vocal chords work.
Sometimes, though, my anxiety works in a direction vaguely resembling my favor, and I am convinced that because I don’t have my life in order, I will never be happy in my life (1), so I decide to do some organizing. This ends up being a struggle, because I so rarely do anything vaguely resembling organization (2). So I am stuck in the awkward crevasse where I don’t know where to begin, yet feel the sting of failure for not doing anything. Eventually, I reach the decision that something is better than nothing, and so I get started on changing everything.
For a period shorter than a day, I have things together. My space of living is clean, or I have my stuff organized, or I feel better, or I have a new productive habit.
Then it falls to shit.
I start slacking off on my habits. I don’t start putting things back where they belong, I skip days on whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing, figuring I’ll pick it back up. And then it just stops for good. Soon I’m back to living in my own filth (3) as usual. However, sometimes a teeny bit of organization sticks with me, putting me one step closer to being a satisfactory human being.
(1) I mean, I’m usually convinced of this, but this is when it has a general direction rather than the vague feeling of failure and disappointment.
(2) Except for the things I do out of habits since otherwise I’ll forget everything and fall into the whole “die unhappy, never have anything good, etc. etc.” pattern.
(3) I cannot stress enough that this is a hyperbole. Although I am passive-aggressively trying to get my roommate to take out the trash by not doing anything about it…
I attend what some might call a “party school”. Granted, we also top lists on academics, but when decrying my school as a hotbed of sin (1), people don’t care about how our programs are some of the best in the country. So, naturally, I hear about all the crazy shit that happens when a school of 40,000 undergrads has a binge drinking culture (2).
The key word here is “heard about”. You may be surprised to hear this, but I’m not exactly a big partier. So when the school paper (3) ran a story about some girl who went crazy at tailgate, everyone was huddled around a copy Corey picked up before quiddich practice. I was standing behind Corey (4) when Garrett asked me if there was Jello in a Jello shot.
Well shit if I knew.
I flat out said I don’t know, and then mocked Garrett for his decision to ask me this question when he’s standing right next to Corey (5). The conversation shifted from how this girl could get that drunk and not die, to whether or not there is jello in a jello shot. Corey answered the question and then proceeded to list the ingredients in a jello shot. Garrett asked me if I was uncomfortable with the question, and I explained that I wasn’t, although I didn’t say I was judging him for asking me of all people.
So, TL; DR: Don’t ask quid kids about alcohol because while they’re an even mix of people who party and people who stay in, they are also very easily distracted. Especially when Corey is involved.
(1) I’m waiting for Brother Jed to use those actual words to describe IU. Anyone want to take bets on that?
(2) In the exact words of the school paper
(3) Can I stop calling it the school paper? It makes me sound like I’m on a kid com about middle school students trying to figure out who pooped in the computer lab.
(4) On my tiptoes, because at 6’5” Corey is a giant. A ginger giant.
(5) For those of you who don’t know him, there are two things Corey is good at: 1. Telling crazy stories about what other people did while drunk 2. Making up stories about how he’s the heir of Slytherin and I’m a serial killer trying to leave the country.
So tonight I saw The Bling Ring, which focuses on a group of upper class teenagers who rob celebrity homes. Honestly, I can’t quite put into words what I was expecting, but it was not what I saw in theaters. Whether that’s for good or bad is for you to decide.I’m taking the rest of this review under the cut because of a) spoilers and b) trigger warnings for a surprising amount of stuff.
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Even 50 years after the Equal Pay Act.
This figure is somewhat accurate. However, and this is what bothers me, IT ONLY APPLIES TO WHITE WOMEN. Women who aren’t white generally make EVEN LESS than this. Not because of lack of competence, but because our society is super racist and discriminatory.
I feel that this is one of the many ways that feminism can exclude people who aren’t white. Which is counterproductive, because feminism is an equality movement. So maybe we should have a discussion about how women of different races face extra discrimination, which is still a part of sexism and definitely something that should be up for discussion in feminist discourses.
A list in no particular order for my friends who haven’t watched it yet.
- Season four is coming out on Sunday. I see a lot of fandoms complain about hiatuses, well, after a seven year hiatus, AD is back with the promise of a movie. You can’t get much better than that. Plus, the show’s being posted all at once meaning that there’s no wait to devour the season or make GIFs.
- There are a zillion people you already know from other stuff on there. I’m not kidding. The show’s main cast includes Michael Cera and Will Arnett, and guest stars include Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Liza Minelli, Henry Winkler, and Mae Whitman. And yes, you have seen Mae Whitman somewhere, because she’s everywhere, and her occasional inability to be noticed is parodied with her character
egg plant yam ann abell. And all of these characters have a distinct place in the plot that makes sense with everything else, with one episode parodying the out of place guest star.
- It is crazy well written. I can’t even begin to tell you how much time I’ve put into watching and rewatching all three seasons of Arrested Development. And why not? Arrested Development not only stands up to rewatching, but rewards it. The series is so dense in jokes and the continuity is so strong that no matter how many times you watch the show, there will always be new things to pick up on. While it does rely on topical matter, such as George Sr.’s acts of “light treason” building houses in Iraq, the show is able to use its own characters and plot to derive the majority of the jokes, making it still relevant. Speaking of jokes…
- The running gags. These always pop up where you least expect them, keeping the humor fresh despite allusions to previous episodes. This makes me wonder where the show’s writers learned all of their
illusions tricks. PS they also make for fun in-fandom references. Wink wink.
- You can finally find out where that “I don’t know what I was expecting” GIF comes from. Yes, that’s from AD. Let’s not pretend, you were wondering where that came from. No, I won’t have to tell you what its context is, that’s for you to find out by watching.
- The Bluths.The family themselves have engrossing personalities that it’s hard to choose a favorite, although Lucille doesn’t care much for Gob. They’re such a trainwreck it’s enjoyable to watch. Plus, whether you’re in the mood for a two hour angry nap or expecting something to go completely wrong, the characters’ variety all means that you could make a GIF about what you’re feeling.
- Maeby. Remember how in my last point I said it was hard to choose a favorite? It’s hard, but it’s not impossible. Maeby, a fifteen year old who manages to bluff her way into a job as a studio executive, manage to be rebellious enough to win the audience over, but clueless enough to make her believable. She also has some of the best interactions with other characters because she serves as a foil to pretty much everyone. Plus it’s a refreshing change of pace to see a teenage girl who’s one of the more sane ones in her family.
- Franklin Delano Bluth. In a way, Franklin, Gob’s puppet, is the show’s humor in a nutshell. A seemingly one off joke who appears unexpectedly throughout the series, Franklin has the sort of quirkiness that give AD its voice. Franklin serves at times as a representation of how insensitive Gob is. Plus half of the stuff he says is so shocking it has to be funny.
- It’s a piece of television history. If you watch AD for no other reason, watch it because it has a lot of significance. Arrested Development was one of the first shows to come from the mockumentary genre, helping pave the way for other shows. It also set up the 2000s trend of smart sitcoms with a cult fanbase, high critical praise, and low ratings. Plus, the netflix revival makes it one of the first shows released on the site, and the first show to go from a network to online. So that’s something to consider.
I’m reblogging this because it says a lot of the things that I wanted to say and makes some really great points.
To begin talking about this issue, let me set a scene for you. Let’s say you’ve been petrified and are lying in the Hospital Wing, but as is mentioned later in the storyline, you can see and hear what’s going on. Your boyfriend comes in and gets a musical number while you just lie there. When…
Oh my God, this is heaven-sent.
It took me like 50 years to understand what this is about
But now I get it and it’s awesome
But the thing is, said is not something that should be avoided at all costs. The main advantage of “said” is that it is unobtrusive, so if you have a lot of “dialogue”, said doesn’t take away from that. However, if you’re describing a character’s tone, then avoid “Said [adverb]”.
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