Wednesday, April 16, 2014

College Pt. I: The Harsh Realities

Remember how I said my blogging days would fade out by Christmas? Well, my last post was on Halloween. It seems as though I overestimated my power of endurance. This is probably a sign that I should never have children or pets. I can't even take care of website. I probably should just let my blog die, rather than slowly killing it off.

^This is what I am doing to my blog.^

 As my freshman year comes to an end, I decided to do a two part post about what I have learned in college. This is Part One: The Harsh Reality. *Note to the reader: Part Two will be much happier, so please don't think I am a totally emotionally shut off human being because of this post.*

Well, dearest readers, Brittany is back and more jaded than before. First semester Brittany was full of freshman enthusiasm and optimism. Second Semester Brittany has been in the foxholes of college and seen the mental and emotional carnage. Second Semester Brittany has packed her battle wounds with an old T-shirt and is army crawling towards safety. Second Semester Brittany has been in an English class and has acquired a taste for dramatic writing. 

^My reaction when I realized Fall 2014^ 
registration was approaching

At this point of the blog post, the three relatives and two friends that decided to read this are probably concerned with my emotional and mental stability. Need thou not be afraid, dear ones! I am jaded, not postal. Sure, the month of February was kind of an emotional blur of harsh reality, but don't worry- I am still here, snarkily giving people my outlook on life. College has not defeated me yet! (Though I can't say for sure that sophomore year won't)
^College in a nutshell^

Here are some truths about college. My fellow college students can nod their heads in solemn affirmation to the truth of these statements. Future college students can convince themselves that they will be different. (We have all been there).

1. Stress-crying. It's a thing. Also, sometimes it leads to "Stress-singing Mariah Carey on the kitchen floor". That happened to me during finals week. I was simultaneously laughing/crying/singing "All I Want For Christmas is You" on the kitchen floor the night before my Stats final. There's no saying just how much you will snap after learning a whole semester's worth of statistics in one night.  
2. Early morning classes? HA! Guys, it's a struggle to get to my 10:30 class. I know you high school kids are thinking "I have to be to school before 7:30 every morning! I can definitely do it in college!" Again: HA! Let's just hope you aren't graded on attendance for that class. If you do decide to go (unlikely), it's not like high school. You will not have make up on, your hair will not be perfectly curled, and you probably won't even be aware if your clothes are on the right way. Even better? Everyone else is the same!

^Option 1 ^
^Option 2^

3. You don't have to go to class. So you don't. There isn't a secretary calling your mother to get your absences excused in college. In  fact, your mother never even has to know how often (or seldom) you go to class. It's a beautiful thing. And going to class late isn't an option. Usually the door is at the front of the classroom, all of the aisle seats are taken, so if you're late you're forced to do the walk of shame past the professor and shuffle through a crowded row of students. It's not worth it. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. A lot of college professors put their lectures online, so you can tell yourself you will watch/ read them later that day- no harm done! Realistically, you won't watch/read any of the lectures. You will watch Law and Order: SVU and hope the professor didn't go over anything too important. Or hope your professor isn't anything like the professor on the episode you just watched. 

^I did this more than I should admit.^
^I also did this more than I care to admit^
4. Laptops are such an efficient way to take notes! And by "taking notes", I of course mean browsing Facebook, Pinterest, or your website of choice. I spent more time shopping on Amazon in Stats than I did learning statistics. I watched two episodes of Community in my Psychology class the other day. I do more pinning in class than I do at home. I am writing this post in English right now (I started it in Psychology yesterday). Don't get me wrong, I have definitely taken some of my best notes on my laptop. But I have also done my best internet browsing in class.




^I can't even express how true this is.^
5. Procrastination. Oh boy, procrastination. I was a procrastinator in high school, but my high school procrastination is pale in comparison to my college procrastination. Here is the best example I can think of: We had to write a research paper for my Political Science class. The night before it was due, my roommate and I decided (once we got back from night skiing) that we should start on the paper. We got an email that our professor was sick, so the paper would actually be due a week later. We were so excited- now we have a whole week to research and write the paper so we don't have to pull an all-nighter!  When, you ask, did Emily and I get around to writing these extensive research papers? When else- the night before they were due. Guys. It's not even night-before anymore. I do my assignments the day they are due. I have also pulled all-nighters (complete with stress crying) to read all of the required chapters the night before a test.




6. This one is directly related to procrastination: You will not spend your time wisely. As mentioned in my previous paragraph, I had a huge research paper due in Political Science. What did I do instead? I went night skiing. I should be writing my persuasive research essay for English...Nah, I'll just watch all 5 seasons of Community instead. Pulling an elaborate prank is much more worthwhile than a project. Yes, I will spend two and a half hours going through the $5 movie bin at WalMart with you, I don't care about my grades. Naps will become your new best friend. You will tell yourself you will be able to work so much harder once you have taken a nap... But then boys from the ward come over and want to watch a movie. So you tell yourself you will work on your paper while watching the movie. Thirty minutes in your laptop has been pushed to the side and forgotten. So you stay up late writing said paper, all the while telling yourself you will never do this again. And lo and behold, what happens the next time you have a project/paper/test? I'll give you a guess.

Why yes it does. 
True story.
7. FINALS. The dirtiest "F" word to a college student. If you are a diligent student who doesn't procrastinate, reviews all notes and lectures on a regular basis, and pays attention in class, it really isn't a big deal. Well, I can't say this for sure, as I am not one of those students. The more likely scenario is that you have had a horribly boring class, you never went, you did the base requirements to pass assignments/tests up to this point (which is usually late night cramming/crying the night before each test). But now the professor is punishing you for disliking his/her class. This is Judgment Day, and you have a week to prepare. So buckle up and hold on for dear life. You have one week (probably less) to learn a whole semester's worth of material. You will be cramming so much information into your fragile mind that it will eventually shut down. You will forgot how to structure sentences. Someone will ask you something as simple as "What time is it?" and you will look at them (through bloodshot eyes) as if they are speaking Arabic. You may even break into tears, hating yourself  because you can't comprehend what they want from you. You will find yourself huddled in the fetal position on the floor, singing to yourself, not knowing where you are. "Livin' on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi becomes the anthem of your week. When the professor starts handing out the final, you just start laughing. Maniacally. You look at the first question, tears of laughter/anguish building up in your eyes. You take the test, hoping you aren't putting Sociology concepts on your Statistics final. At this point, you honestly can't tell the two classes apart. You leave class feeling as though you were just thrown out a window. Final's week is a surreal battle that you will never understand until you are in the midst of the flying bullets and carnage. 




Willy Wonka knows what's up.

For more information on the horrors of Finals Week click here

There you have it, folks. The dark side of college. Sorry it's so long.... But the stress of college is also long lasting. So it's fair. 

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Live from Cache Valley, it's Saturday Night!!!!! (League)

(OK, it's not actually Saturday night. It's actually 9:10 a.m. on Thursday the 31st. (Happy Halloween!!!!)) The air is crisp, the leaves are golden, and pumpkin flavored delicacies are showing up left and right. This can only mean one thing: Fantasy football season is upon us!
Tis the season for middle age men to live their dreams of managing a football team from the comfort of their couch in Suburbia. They can eat all of the Doritos, 7 layer bean dip, and drink all the brews they want, and they don't even have a real team to judge them for their emotional over-eating problem, stemming from a disappointing life.
It's the most wonderful time of the year!

You may be asking yourselves "Is this Brittany's life? Does she play Fantasy Football? Is her life full of emotional over-eating, stemming from a disappointing life? Is this really a cry for help?" The answer is NO, dear readers! Because just as surely as fantasy football season returns with the crisp autumn air, so does another beautiful season. What is this season, you ask? Well, in case you have forgotten my title to this post: 
Yes, readers! Saturday Night Live! The classic late night television show that began it's fantastic run in 1975. The show that has yielded inspiring sketches such as: 
...And soooooo many more!
(Those are links. Go watch them)

So, dear readers, at this point, I am sure you are wondering what Fantasy Football and Saturday Night Live have in common. I'll tell you! Saturday Night League! Members of our improv troupe, Logan Out Loud, birthed the idea of this glorious merger. Here is how it works:
There are 15 SNL cast members this season (not counting Seth Meyers, as he is leaving during this season)
There are 7 members of Logan Out Loud competing. 
We each drafted 2 players, with 1 free agent left over. 
There is an elaborate point system, in which our players earn "Atta Boys"(points) for appearing in sketches. 
Every week, we gather to watch SNL and root our players on to victory.

THE DRAFT:
To determine who got first pick, second pick, and so on, this plan was devised: Find a member of one of our two local rival improv troupes (The Antics and USU Improv), get a picture with them, and post it on our Saturday Night League Facebook page. Here are those pictures in order of posting on the page: 
Mike (left) being a smuggy pants about being first pick with Rob of the Antics
Emily (left) being a smiley second with Liz of The Antics

Me (left) and Andrew of my institute class and also of USU Improv
Dave (right) and girl he doesn't know, but is apparently in USU Improv. Sure, Dave. Sure. 
Jordan (right) being a grumpy guts about 5th pick with Rick of USU Improv
 

Kendall (left) and the imminent death of Quince from USU Improv.


 The draft board, pre-draft. (Jeannie joined the league post-draft.)


The draft board, post-draft. 
UPDATE: Mike has since dropped Jay Pharoah and picked up Mike O'Brien. 
Jeannie picked up Jay Pharoah and Noel Wells. 

POINTS: 
So, what do the players get points for? I'll tell you! There's so many ways to earn points, yet some players still struggle to acquire any at all! (See Vanessa Bayer and Kyle Mooney in the Edward Norton episode.)

Promo
2 pt- Player who does the promo for the week

Cold Opening Pts.
1 pt.- Player speaks in cold opening
1 pt- Everyone in a sketch where musical guest makes an appearance/ portrays a character
1 pt- Everyone in a sketch where a surprise celebrity guest makes and appearance/ portrays a character
2 pt.- Player appears in cold opening
2 pt.- Player portrays a recurring character
2 pt.- Player is playing character related to host’s character
2 pt- Everyone in a sketch where Lorne Michaels makes an appearance/ portrays a character
3 pt.- Player says “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!”

Opening Monologue
1 pt- Player appears in opening monologue

Sketches
1 pt- Player appears in a sketch
1 pt- Player speaks in a sketch
1 pt- Everyone in a sketch where musical guest makes an appearance/ portrays a character
1 pt- Everyone in a sketch where a surprise celebrity guest makes and appearance/ portrays a character
2 pt- Player portrays a recurring character
2 pt- Player is playing a character that is related to the host's character
2 pt- Everyone in a sketch where Lorne Michaels makes an appearance/ portrays a character

Weekend Update
1 pt- Everyone in the segment where musical guest makes an appearance/ portrays a character
1 pt- Everyone in the segment where a surprise celebrity guest makes an appearance/ portrays a character 
2 pt- Player appears in Weekend Update as self or doing a character
2 pt- Everyone in the segment where Lorne Michaels makes an appearance/ portrays a character

Closing Credits
3 pt- Whichever player is the 1st person to shake hands/ high five/ hug the host during closing credits
1 pt- Whichever players shake hands/ high five/ hug the host after the first player to do so has done so

NFFF: 
It would sure be nice to only reward our players for their appearances in a sketch. BUT THIS ISN'T RUSSIA. THIS IS CAPITALIST AMERICA. LIFE ISN'T ALL BUTTERFLIES AND RAINBOWS. So the NFFFs were devised as a way to separate the comedic Proletariat and Bourgeoisie. What is the NFFF, you ask? It is a Not Funny Fumble Flag, (or as I like to think of it: a Jay Pharoah or Kenan Thompson Fumble Flag.) Every LOL member is allowed one NFFF per episode. When an SNL cast member simply isn't funny, we can throw our NFFF on them, resulting in the player losing 1 point for every NFFF thrown against them. 

CURRENT SCOREBOARD:
Here are scores following episode 4 (Edward Norton)
1. JORDAN (105)
-Taran Killam
-Kenan Thompson
2. KENDALL (84)
-Nasim Pedrad
-Cecily Strong 
3. BRITTANY (82)
-Vanessa Bayer
-Kyle Mooney
4. MIKE (81)
-Bobby Moynihan
-Mike O'Brien
5. DAVE (77)
-Aidy Bryant
-Beck Bennett
6. EMILY (76)
-Kate McKinnon
-Brooks Wheelan
7. JEANNIE (67)
-Jay Pharoah
-Noel Wells

And that's that, dear readers. Stay tuned for more updates about my life and Saturday Night League!

P.S: If you are as invested in SNL as we are, you will enjoy this site that does episode reviews. It fits our competitive take on SNL perfectly.


Monday, October 14, 2013

Sorry Not Sorry (But I Really Am Sorry)

Remember how in my first post I predicted my blogging fever would sweat itself out by Christmas (those weren't my exact words, but you get the [gross] picture.)
(Or let the fever bleed out. Because that worked so well in 1793.)
(These are the eyes of someone with blogging fever. (Me! I have blogging fever!))
(I think its starting to worry people.)

 It appears as though the fever has dissipated before Columbus Day. Sorry, Val Kilmer. But I am determined to remain diseased, and I WILL NOT RECOVER, no matter how much the blogging part of my mind says "Brittany. Stop. You have worn me to exhaustion. I cannot go on. Leave me here to die." But I will not!
I honestly didn't know this was a real movie when I saw the poster. 
One IMDb user praises the film, saying "Kilmer at his finest".
Another user says: "Terrible. Just plain terrible."
Decide for yourself if you want to celebrate your Columbus Day with Val Kilmer.

So what do I post about? Do I blog about the government shutdown? Do I talk about the Great Facebook Political Debate of October 9, 2013? How about series 4 of Downton Abbey (I don't want to risk being murdered, so I will wait until January (ha! we'll see if the blog lasts that long...) to blog about that.) Should I try to balance the national budget? The Walking Dead season 4 premier? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING WITH THIS BLOG (and by blog, I mean my life (but mostly my blog))!!!!!!
Sad and darling.
Sad and not darling. 

So, dear blog followers, accept my humble apology for being bad at blogging. I will try to post more of my ultra exciting life on the internet.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Brits Please!


As I was studiously reading my political science textbook the other night (and by that, I of course mean reading all of the assigned chapters furiously the night before the test) I came across the most astounding survey. It said that 40% of Britons didn't know that the United States was once part of the British Empire. 


Seriously, England? I mean, this is a pretty big part of history. In 1783, the sun finally set on the English Empire. The Island of Misfit Colonies defeated it's creator in an 8 year long fight to the death. I'd say that's a pretty big deal. 

Have you even seen National Treasure? That movie is basically the film representation of the typical US History book. Unless you were snogging during the whole movie, I think you would have realized the plot is centered around the severing of the ragtag group of colonies from the great British Empire. I think that movie makes it pretty clear that the founding fathers not only committed treason by declaring independence from Mother England, but that the Freemasons in fact did bring the treasure of the Knight's Templar to America. (It also taught us that if you're in trouble with the US government for stealing a priceless historical document, you can bribe your way out of it with treasure, but that's a lesson for another day.) Three irrefutable facts taught to us by the one and only Nicolas Cage.

(^Best history/life lesson teacher ever^)

This makes me wonder what our cousins across the pond have been taught about the great Revolution? Do British History teachers do the same thing US History teachers do when they skip over the Vietnam War  (Don't tell us "we simply don't have the time to cover this part of history" when we spend 3 weeks on Andrew Carnegie alone)? Have they Tiananmen Square'd the war? How do you cover up an EIGHT YEAR LONG CIVIL WAR, ENGLAND?
                                    

I mean, do the Brits think that Americans climbed their way up through the fiery rings of hell, broke through the crust of the earth, and spawned a nation of gluttony and sloth? (Please see The French Revolution for more on gluttony and sloth.) Seriously Brits. I feel as though this is a big part of your history. You should embrace the fact that your motherland birthed us. But then she ignored us. And so we started wearing black, listening to that loud, unholy music, hanging out with that kid down the street who is up to no good, got some piercings and tattoos, started reading that secular hogwash, and engaging in all manners of disruptive behavior until Mother England finally noticed us. I'm sure she thought it was just a phase, but she just didn't understand! So we rebelled, defeated Mum England, and started a new country (that failed for the first 2ish decades, but we came around eventually), just as any neglected teen would.





Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Of Gorillas and Dreams

We've all heard Cinderella and her bird friends sing the tune "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes". I've always thought it was a nice little idea... Until my dream last night.
 Listen, Heart, I know you mean well, but why would you wish to fly in an airplane piloted and attended to by gorillas? I really don't understand why you would want that. Can't you just stick to pumping blood, and leave the wishing and dreaming to my brain? I think my brain is a little more logical, as it was wired to be that way. I just don't think the heart was wired to dream. I'm sorry, Heart, but it just isn't your job. You tried your best, but it left me terrified and confused. It's just not meant to be.
And I like the dull interior of a plane; I don't need my seat to be amid leaves, trees, vines, and jungle wildlife to enjoy a flight. I think I'll stick with snarky women serving me my Cran-Apple juice and pretzels, and let the gorillas stay in the zoos where they belong, thank you very much.
(^This is OK for a flight^)
(^This is not OK for a flight^)
 I have had an irrational (who am I kidding, it's completely rational) fear of gorillas since an innocent trip to Hogle Zoo this summer. All I was trying to do was recreate that heartwarming moment between Grace and Sidney (the gorilla) in Return to Me (if you didn't tear up at that scene, you don't have a heart! (I realize as I'm typing, heart comments probably aren't the best comments to make in relation to Return to Me.))
(^This is endearing^)

Anyway, the great brute charged at the glass, punched a metal strip, and pounded his chest menacingly, making me scream like a 13 year old girl at a Justin Bieber concert and leaving me with Pithecophobia. So, thanks for the effort, Heart, but can we just stick with the dreams about the royal family, Harry Potter, and travelling the world (preferably in a commercial jet, sans gorillas)? Thanks.
(^This is terrifying^)

Sunday, September 22, 2013

It's 1:38 On a Sunday

I realize this title would've worked much better yesterday at nine. And there isn't a regular crowd shuffling in. I am wide awake (as usual. Unless you are reading this, Mom. In that case, this is an extremely rare occurrence. I am usually 4 and a half hours into my slumber at this point.) Here is my week summary:
1. Improv workshops. Two of them.
2. Work. Homework. Class. (Except the two I slept through. Again, Mom, if you are reading this, I am working very hard and making excellent use of my time and tuition money. I would never dream of doing anything more than a blink in one of my awe-inspiring classes.)
3. Salt Lake Comedy Carnivale with the improv troupe I'm in- Logan Out Loud. We kicked ass (unless you're reading this, Mom. Then we kicked hiney.)
4. Newsies Night with Logan Out Loud. (Mom. It's not like I had a test or anything I should have been studying for instead.)
5. Regular Logan Out Loud show, then Village Inn after. (Mom. I am not wasting my college money on eating out and other frivolous things. I am not wasting my precious homework time either.)
6. ScorDAYse with Logan Out Loud. We watched an intense Martin Scorsese film Saturday morning. (Mom, if you're reading this: it was Hugo. Don't worry... PG family fun...right...)
7. Awesome date night with fellow ward members and neighbors. (And one person who didn't fit either of those categories. But said person was awesome, so I'll let it slide.) We went to the Jump Zone, then ate pizza and had a grand time! (Mom. I wore my helmet at all times on the trampolines and my floaties in the foam pits. No need to worry. Safety first!)
I am remembering more things now, but 1.) I want them to be in order of occurrence, and I am too lazy to rearrange numbers to make it work. and 2.) I really don't think my multitudes of readers (3) really care that much. With that said, I guess I'll sign off and watch Netflix for awhile. (Mom. Watching Netflix is the slang term for going to bed and getting a good nights sleep. All the cool kids are saying it.)
Until my next post (I promise my next one will be more exciting! (Just kidding, I really can't promise that)),
Brittany.
PS: Here are some pictures of 1- Logan Out Loud at the SLC Comedy Carnivale (guess which one I am!) and 2- The Jump Zone with my awesome date Caleb

Friday, September 20, 2013

The Prologue

 I'm a lifetime resident of Cache Valley, Utah and currently attending Utah State University. I don't have any real reason to start a blog. I'd like to think it will become a Pinterest sensation, and housewives everywhere will visit my blog to seek laughter and inspiration. In reality, I will probably post three times before Christmas, then cut my losses and quit. But you may say I'm a dreamer (and I'm not the only one), so I'm going to keep this dream alive for as long as possible (probably till Christmas), but who knows?! Maybe I will gain momentum and become the next Six Sister's Stuff (Probably not. I don't cook enough.) Honestly, as I'm writing this post, I still have NO IDEA what I'm going to blog about. I'll follow the advice my brother gave me when I started high school: "fake it till you make it". I've lived by that motto long enough that applying it to blogging shouldn't be too big of a problem (hopefully? I don't know. I don't know how to blog. What if I forget a "Food Friday", or a "Wedding Wednesday? Will you hate me? Please don't hate me.) Anyway, enjoy this blog while it lasts (and take the foreboding death-of-this-blog quips how you will).