So Jordyn did this meme the other day on her blog
and gave me the letter R, for RED. I'm not sure if it's against the rules, but pfft, who cares, it's the internet, I'll break meme rules and maybe even make a few rules of my own—I'm starting off the list with RED.
So this is a duh.
This is another duh. By the way, not reading much at the moment. Mostly just school stuff. If anyone wants to recommend a book to me, then do so plzkthx! I will have plenty of free time to relax and read once December 17th rolls around.
Actually, the Barack Roll
is my favorite right now. But yeah, who doesn't love a good Rickroll?
4. Red Sox.
I was evil and subjected my roommate from Long Island to the Red Sox post-season games. this past October. She didn't like it much. Hahahahahaha.
I first came across RENT in sophomore year when the movie was coming out. Listened to it, saw the movie, went crazy over it. And last April (actually, last day of March), I saw it on Broadway. Dream come true!
Oh, I am the queen of nostalgia parties. Lately, it's been for the Backstreet Boys—wait, did I say lately? I mean the past, like, six months. But yes, I watched the finale of TRL in which they performed, and oh my gosh. I was seriously tearing up. Would you believe it? BSB absolutely got me into TRL and MTV (when I was nine
, okay? Should a nine year old really be watching MTV? No, I don't think so—but whatever, I'm not messed up), so the end of TRL has officially been deemed as the end of my childhood. Though I haven't watched TRL since, like, middle school. Oh, and last week I also reminisced about Pepperhill Farm Day Camp, as I came across a Facebook group for it. I went there for, oh, three or four or five summers in a row? Looking through pictures and the members list had me recounting a gazillion memories from that place. Crazy.
As in Lionel Richie. As in his music video for the song "Hello." As in I'm in love with the creep factor of that video. As in I'm down to just putting a bunch of crap on this list as thinking up ten things that begin with the letter R that I love is freaking impossible.
Okay, I don't like all sorts of research. When I had to write that paper about Bull Connor, I was honestly bored out of my skull because everything said the exact same thing yet I had to have different resources and c'mon, couldn't I just say hey, he was a big jerk, the end? Of course not. But the research for my paper about youth in Iran fascinated
me—probably because, well, I know a lot less about Iran and Iranian youth than I do about the Civil Rights movement of the 60s. Just like I'm really pumped up about this paper about Bob Dylan and the Newport Folk Festival. I really don't actually know a whole lot about Bob Dylan, about the folk music scene of the 60s. So it should be a neat paper to write.
I probably relax more often than is healthy.
10. Really, whatever's on my mind right now.
HAHA COP-OUT. But right now, I'm thinking about the reading I am about to do for my Sixties class tomorrow, Midnight Cowboy
and whether or not I can draw out anymore inspiration from it for NaNo, my BFF Vincent with whom I am chatting on AIM, and the prospect of sleep tonight. And yes, I love all of that. Even the reading for class.