Review Haloo!

For quiet a while now I've had a terrible time feeling like I wanted to write anything--writing felt more like work than something I would choose to do for fun. Not to mention the fact that I've been so caught up in making everything I write an absolute wonder for my ever so picky professors (don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to them) that I didn't even know if possessed the capability to write for enjoyment without censoring the stupid things I'm prone to saying.
But I got over it. And now you'll just have to put up with all my craziness and maybe even (gasp) a few grammatical errors (carefully placed, of course, to give my blog a folksy, vernacular feel).

As far as my life is concerned, I gradu-matate in August!! For some reason, I sorta feel like I'm fooling everyone into letting me out of here. I'm not ready to leave the protective confines of the institution and forge my way into the big world of real life! But at the same time, I've become so arrogant in all my collegiate knowledge that I doubt the poor people of BYU really want me around anymore at all. For example, yesterday, my very last first day of my undergraduate life, my mythology teacher said something like, "According to Aristotle, poetry is the most serious form of writing--but I would argue that the writing of history is more serious." Oh boy, did I want to raise my hand and tell the whole class exactly why Aristotle said what he said and why poetry was the most important art form. Or then he said, "Yeah, Aristotle's Poetics is pretty boring." And I was like, DUDE. Lay-off Aristotle, I mean, I've spent four years studying that guy in every class I've ever taken and I'm pretty sure he's more valid than this GE, watered down civilization class you're teaching Mr. Grad. student. Of course, I would never say anything because that's rude (I can't even believe I think things like that). And then people would turn around and look at me. And we can't have that. So I just sit there and disagree in my head, while using my red pen to edit all the mistakes I find in the professor's syllabus. That always makes me feel better.
See what I mean? And you don't even want to know the knot my shorts were in when my Renaissance and Baroque architecture teacher started bad-mouthing the Middle Ages--I mean, after my medieval course I'm practically the honorary president of the medieval club.
And that's why I believe that my secular smack-down is close at hand. I sit in these classes and feel like I know everything. I'm like a 16 year-old ego on steroids! The worst part is, I just can't stop myself from having an opinion about these things. After all, that's what the BYU taught me to do in the first place.

But in all seriousness, I will miss BYU. I love classes, and kooky teachers, and nice teachers, and art, and even writing papers. But I'm just ready to stop being blabbed to and to start doing some of the blabbing myself.

And that is why, my friends, my Review Haloo blog will be hitting the World Wide Web any day now. I love reviewing theatre productions and movies. Not sure if anyone will want to read the darn thing, but you know, I have all these reviews I'm sitting on and I might as well put them somewhere. Plus, a reviewing blog gives me an excuse to watch movies and go to plays and forces me to write about them. Of course, I'm no Mr. Ben Brantley from the New York Times. But like I said, I love to blab about art--so maybe this new blog will give my roommate a brake. Though, the next time I see a box of hair color, I probably wont be able to resist telling her about this lady named Janine Antoni and her adventures in painting with her own head.