"No need to shout!"

When I watch movies and TV shows by myself, I tend to say or yell things to the characters and the TV show or movie in general. And, for the most part, each show or movie has different phrases that go along with it. So, it’s pretty much what you would guess: a word or phrase I yell at least once an episode for a television show or several times throughout a movie. Let me provide you with some examples.

Chuck- (Chuck makes me swoon-y and giddy. Thus the things I yell are directed at just Chuck or at Chuck and Sarah together.)

“Eeeee! I love you, Chuck!”

“Stop it. Chuck is not (insert spy activity here.)”

“MAKE BABIES!!!” (Actually, this is not specific to Chuck. But I yell it more during Chuck than any other show.)

“They’re so cute and perfect.”

Friday Night Lights-

“Throw the ball, son!”

“You tell him, Tami. Tell him how it is.”

“Flip your sweaty hair, Tim Riggins.” OR “Cut your hair, you nasty kid.”

Alias:

“Hot Face!”

“Yep. Now Jack is going to shoot you in the face.”

“J-brams, why do you do this to me?”

“He’s so goofy!”

Star Wars

“Shut your face, Anakin.”

“But don’t mess with Darth Vader. He’ll getcha!”

“Angry, grumpy, moody Anakin. Why does Padme love him?”


And the list of films and TV shows goes on. I just never realized that I yell these things. Then one day, my sister opened my bedroom door, stared at me, and asked me why I was yelling. I paused and said, “Uh, I don’t really know.” Now, I’m super conscious about it. I’m working on stopping the whole talking-to-fictional-characters thing, since what I say doesn’t make one bit of difference.
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That one time I made a PowerPoint to prove a point and it didn't even matter:

(Heh! Look how cheap I am? I had to save the proof from my email!)

Just over a week ago, I drove to Provo to participate in a ritual that is as old as academia itself: GRADUATION. I donned that polyester blue cap and gown with my yellow Bachelor of Science tassel and sat for 2 and ½ hours in the Marriot Center (soon to be renamed The Jimmer) waiting for the 6 seconds of glory during which I would walk across the stage and have my photo taken by my parents sitting out in nowhere land.
To be perfectly honest, my parents practically had to force me to walk. I technically graduated in December and since BYU does not hold a graduation ceremony for December graduates, I thought I was home free and didn't have to walk. They'd mailed me a diploma and EVERYTHING!

Boy, was I wrong. And I still don’t know why I did it. I guess to make my parents feel validated or something. I practically threw a temper tantrum about having to do it at one point because I’m whiney, mopey and 5 years old. And then I tried another tactic and got creative: I made a PowerPoint about how I shouldn’t have to do it.
Give me a break – I was still in school mode when I made it and, obviously, it wasn’t even a good presentation because I still had to put that 4 cornered hat on. It made my ears stick out. Awkward.

(The program I used to upload this PowerPoint sort of squished the words together...sorry, I hope you can separate them)

Graduation

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But I was very grateful for one thing: I was glad to know that I had received a good education and that I was moving on. That chapter of my life is over (thank HEAVENS for that) and now I’m ready to move on to a new place with new things to do and more school to undertake. It’s coming up super fast but I am ready…maybe? I guess I don’t have much of a choice about being ready though, do I?

Good thing I’ve got until August to get there.