DO YOU EVER JUST SIT DOWN AND REALIZE HOW CREEPY YOU ARE
Sometimes I realize it while standing.
hi. follow this tumblr that brian started bc it’s funny and accurate. #internetfamous
ICYMI: remember that time I randomly found this fortune on my floor a couple weeks ago and I hadn’t had Chinese since last year? and then I magically got a job? a job that includes watching and writing about reality tv for a legit entertainment news agency?
yeah, that happened.
these past few months haven’t been the best of times, so i’m really glad that one of these “fortunes” finally came true. good timing, universe. i get to be a real adult now. it’s only taken like 4 years since i graduated, but hey, tim riggins says “no regrets”, so i stand by that statement. let’s do this, life.
is ugh an emotion cause i feel it all the time
- the date on which in a previous year, an emerson castle dweller returns to the united states after a semester of learning, travel, and adventure
Today is my Castleversary. April 27, 2006. It’s been 6 years, and the weird thing is that as time goes on, I certainly remember and reminisce about the amazing time I had there, but at the same time, the details start to fade, and every memory just becomes another picture in my scrapbook. So in an effort to keep those memories alive, from now on, I’ll just recall a specific anecdote for my Castleversary. Living in the Kasteel and exploring Europe forever changed me, made me the person that I am today, and I am forever grateful. So it’s only right that I keep its - and my - memory alive.
The One With The Cheese Plate
In my educational life, I have taken a total of 6 years studying Spanish. One would think I’d be pretty close to fluent after all those classes. Despite the fact that I got a 2 (out of 5) on the AP test, I’d like to think that I can carry on a decent conversation from those years of espanol. However, there was a reason I got such a low score on the AP - not just because our teacher didn’t prepare us for the actual test - and it was never more apparent than when we took a trip to Barcelona, Spain.
I cannot tell you how much of my time spent on dates is spent thinking, “Don’t talk about fonts. Don’t talk about fonts.” You ever learn the difference between Helvetica and Arial? There’s a Matrix you can’t go back to once you’ve left it. Prepare to always notice the difference, whether you like it or not.
Knowing fonts is a living nightmare.
brian dudley on a date, everyone.
Knowing fonts is a living nightmare. B- WE ARE THE FONTALISTS.
listen, we all have our things. we all have stuff we hold on to and gravitate towards for years. maybe it’s an old blanket or journal. maybe it’s a sports team, the one that generations of your family have been fans of and you continue to carry on the tradition. maybe it’s a book that particularly spoke to you, and through it all, that thing is what’s been there for you the longest.
for me, my thing is the backstreet boys.
now i know it sounds ridiculously stupid to even be writing an entire reflection about BSB, because you know, as a 26 year old adult, I should be writing topics that are relevant to the world, like the 2012 election, or relieving student loans. but it’s taken me years to finally admit that this obsession i have with them isn’t going away any time soon, i might as well embrace it and have no shame. so in full disclosure, i’m here to tell you i was/am the definition of a backstreet boys teenybopper.
it all started in the summer 1995, when during day camp, we went on a field trip to horizon fun fx. you’re familiar, it’s the one roller skating rink in town where everyone had their birthday parties. the 7 year old girl i befriended won whatever game we were all forced to play, and as part of the prize, she got a cassette tape sampler of a song called “we’ve got it goin’ on” by a band called the backstreet boys. she didn’t want it and offered it to me. to which i responded “backstreet boys? i’ve heard of BLACKstreet, but not backstreet” (this sentence is very telling of my childhood). needless to say, i took the free cassette tape anyways.
i had the posters, collectible books, lanyards, keychains, t-shirts, the entire discography (domestic and international). cut out pictures from magazines lined my bedroom walls as if it was some kind of limited edition BSB wallpaper that was completely necessary in being a hardcore fan. i taped every single appearance of them on tv, spanning 20 or so VHS tapes labeled with exactly what program and date it aired on the sticker spine (see exhibit A). my parents bought me “aj’s favorite cologne” and my mom would spray it on my pillow sometimes (that’s weird, right? yeah, that’s weird.). i have an entire bsb shelf still in tact in my room at home. and this isn’t even everything.
Paris Gellar - a girl many look up to, yet fear at the same time. She’s extremely bright, surprisingly bi-lingual, a Yale graduate, and often times exudes Stalin-esque leadership skills. And there’s a part of me that wishes I had all of these qualities. Did I mention she’s a fictional character?
For those not in the Gimore Girls know-how, Paris Geller is truly one of a kind. When we first meet Paris, she is the popular mean girl at the well-privelaged private school Rory transfers to. Paris targets Rory and makes her her enemy because she’s the only one who could possibly compete with Paris intellectually, and vie for the Valedictorian spot come senior year. I have never seen a character on tv as studious, determined, hard-working, and ruthless as her. Some prime examples:
- Paris reveals to Rory she’s been volunteering for a Habitat for Humanity-like organization for years, because that’s what will get her into Harvard. “I started volunteering in fourth grade. I handed out cookies at the local children’s hospital. By ten, I was leading my first study group. The youngest person in the group was twelve. I’ve been a camp counselor. I organized a senior illiteracy program, I worked a suicide hotline, I manned a runaway center. I’ve adopted dolphins, taught sign language, trained seeing eye dogs.” This concerns Rory. She hasn’t done any of those things.
- In an attempt to gloat about her PSAT scores, Paris brags about her results to her friends, but when she asks Rory, she doesn’t oblige, and this drives Paris nuts. She knows Rory’s hiding her probably much higher score from her, and she even pulls a Mean Girls 3 way call scenario on her just to find out.
- When writing for the Yale Daily News’ Religion Beat, Paris goes hardcore when writing an article. “Look, Rory, if you want to crib your articles from the A.P. Wire, that’s your business. I, on the other hand, actually give a rat’s ass about journalistic integrity. When I write about Ramadan, I experience Ramadan. Are you chewing gum?”