Blair and the Big Blue World

Marc Webb’s 500 days of summer starring Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel was incredibly popular when it was released in 2009. One of the most memorable scenes from the film happens at the end  when protagonist Tom goes to a party at his ex’s apartment with hopes that his expectations will finally align with his reality. Audiences watched with intrigue and later on horror as the two scenes on the screen that represent what Tom thinks is going to happen and what actually does diverge further and further away from each other. As the two scenes unfold themselves to the thunderous tone of a Regina Spektor Song, it becomes increasingly obvious that Tom can imagine and expect this alternate reality with as much clarity as he wants to, but will still be forced to live in the real one where he doesn’t have the charm, doesn’t have the job, and doesn’t have the girl at the of the day. This scene garnered acclaim from audiences and critics alike because it portrayed a universal experienc

Lately I've been ruminating about why I write, because I do it a lot. Every night I write one good thing about my day and answer a question from a journal that I've been working in for about 5 five years now. Every week I write a journal entry in a series that I started one Saturday morning in September back in 2016 that I call my '! per weeks.' I write screenplays, I write short stories, I write essays. I write I write I write---and I'm proud of it. There is a large portion of my heart that is dedicated to storytelling and all of the joy that it can bring and a large portion of my brain that's dedicated to dreaming about becoming a storyteller. So the cheap answer to the question that I've raised for myself would be that I write because I want to pursue it professionally, but I know that it's a lot more complex than that. During a sunny week in September 2014, I was tasked with a special assignment. It was the first week of fifth grade and my teacher ha

I'd probably faint and/or cry the second they used those little cleaning wipes to prepare me for the needle. Then, after being nursed back to health with a juice box and slightly sedated with something serious but sensible (try saying those last seven words five times fast...), I'd hop back on my chair and finalize my design. The idea of getting a tattoo freaks me out because tattoos are forever and  the thought of anything that I do being final is genuinely terrifying, So I wouldn't even bother trying to come up with a design of something special or even relatively important. No, I'd get something silly enough for it not to be taken too seriously but respectable enough for it to not make me look like a total idiot. A bee...a semi circle...a fried egg...the letter w...a qr code that sends you to the YouTube video of Beyoncé's 2009 Grammy performance...a rubber ducky. Nothing is really off limits as long is it fits the aforementioned requirements. I'd want the ta

Like the grand Moira Rose once said, "My favorite season? Oh it's awards!" I could write an entire think piece about why I adore these programs---and I probrably will someday. But for now, I will leave you with some of my reactions from tonight's wonderful ceremony.  1. Daniel Kayuula would like to fank oh so many people #lethimspeak.  2. Currently manifesting an Emily in Paris win.  3. Catharine O'Hara singing along to her play out music...yes. 4. I'd like to have a harsh word with whoever dressed Tina Fey and Amy Poehler.  5. Norman Lear's rainbow heart tie brings me sweet sweet joy.  6. Jason Sudeikis looks LOVELY in his little tie dye sweatshirt.  7. EMMA CORRINNNNNN!!! I'm obsessed with her little clown outfit. 8. The mispronunciation of Soul---couldn't possibly discuss. John Baptiste's pastel suite on the other hand... 9. Sterling K Brown and his shiny blue counterpart...also yes.  10. Ramy Youseff's BEANIE!!!  11. JASON SUDEIKIS winn

 I've always really really loved valentines day. When I was little I would struggle to fall asleep the night before because I'd be thinking about the carefully labeled candies that I'd get to pass out in class the next day and become overwhelmed by the amount of premature enthusiasm that I'd feel. As time has gone by that enthusiasm hasn't waned. Many of my cherished memories have happened on this day: a meticulously planned middle school class party, a cafeteria fight my freshman year, the discovery of one of my favorite role models...The list goes on and on---it actually doesn't, I couldn't think of anymore great valentine's day based memories but I simply do not have the energy nor the interest to rewrite that section. This year is different, that sort of goes without saying at this point. We're in a pandemic, the sky is green, badabada bing. In my 16 year history of valentines day I've never felt bad about not actually having a valentine. My

 From 2015-2018 my Netflix recommended queue had a resident nuisance. I would scroll searching for my newest television endeavor, rolling my eyes whenever my finger absentmindedly tapped on the program entitled  Freaks and Geeks . From the outside the show looked like something that I would adore. It had gritty looking 20 year olds playing teenagers and plot points that dove into situations that I had no reason to relate to and no ability to truly comprehend. However watching the pilot one afternoon in 2016 I quickly came to the conclusion that the show was "boring as hell"---my diary entry from that day. So from then on I avoided it and vowed to never waste another set of 44 minutes of my time on it again. I kept that vow close to my heart for 5 years until I broke it yesterday by re-watching the pilot and, surprisingly, falling in love wi th it.  I've watched 10 episodes the show in the past 24 hours and I'd be watching it right now if it weren't for my cripplin