Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Oscars

After this incredible display, I was expecting a lot from the Academy Awards this year.

I was glad The King's Speech won Best Picture. Who woulda thunk a movie about stuttering could keep me on the edge of my seat the whole time?
















But I was a disappointed by Anne Hathaway and James Franco, who are usually my favs.

Did we really need to see this?














Every girl in the room gasped when we saw this:
Zach Levi, you are just precious!


My favorite part of the night might have been the autotune mash-up.


Loved it!

As You Like It

The American Shakespeare Center came to the 'bury this weekend to perform As You Like It.











I was excited to see the play because we had just studied it in Shakespeare 410.

Shakespeare is by far my favorite class this semester, butI feel like an English major heretic for saying thisI was a little burned out on As You Like It. No pun intended.

















The play was performed well, and the costumes were phenomenal, but I had already read the play twice, watched it once, studied it for hours, and written an essay on Rosalind and Orlando.

By the time the three-hour performance was over, I was ready to go to bed. I'm such an old lady!


Another thought: is it weird that prefer Shakespeare's histories to his comedies?

Monday, February 21, 2011

No quiero trabajar más.

I'm not even sure if this graph is going the right direction, but desire to work is supposed to be inversely related to amount of work.

The first time I typed that sentence, I wrote, "the write direction."

That's how fried my brain is.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Phenomenal.

Some days, I'm just so glad to be a girl.

Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.



















I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.




















Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.














Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.

Friday, February 18, 2011

We don't need no boys.

Asbury's annual men's retreat = boy-free campus.

Sounds like it's time for a girl's night!

It had been way too long. We got together at Laura's for the ultimate
girl's night, complete with caramel macchiato cupcakes and a
brooding Zac Efron.

















(I may or may not have eaten my body weight in icing.)














Will the entire female race hate me if I say I didn't love this movie? I
feel like I must be missing the second X chromosome, but I can't make
myself enjoy sappy romances.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Friday, February 4, 2011

Okay, Starbucks.

This is getting ridiculous.

Seriously, do we really need a drink that's larger than the human stomach?

Where's it supposed to fit?!


















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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dear Punxsutawney Phil,

Just wanted to let you know,
I like your work.


And I'm ready
really, really, really ready
for spring.