Friday, January 30, 2009

I Belong to the Christian Bale Cult

I was watching a piece on Christian Bale the other nigh on the Biography Chanel. It was saying how until Batman, Christian Bale had a cult following but wasn't quite at superstar level. Who knew? I thought everyone had fallen in love with Christian Bale in the early nineties while watching him sing and dance in Newsies.
No? Really? You mean there are people out there who haven't even seen Newsies? (cough...Lis)
Now that he has starred in Batman, Christian Bale is all the rage. Rising to popularity with the likes of George Clooney and Kermit the Frog. Kermit the Frog you say? That's right. Take a look at this montage that someone decided to put up on the interwebs.
Man I love the interwebs. Sigh.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

First Day of Class

I just got off the phone with my sister. She was semi panicked because her class was starting in ten minutes. Somewhere on campus in the freezing cold, she was on the phone with me trying to figure out where her class was. We went through two different log in processes and finally just looked the class up on the directory of classes. The class was a religious class on pilgrimages. I decided she was just getting in to character for the class.

The semi panic in her voice reminded me of my first day of high school. We had just moved back to Virginia and I knew next to no one. Our house was being built and we were living in a cramped apartment until it was finished. My mom thought it would be a good idea to drive us to what would be our bus stop and have us catch the bus there as we would for the following years. Clearly my mother doesn't love me or she would have just driven us to school even though we were going to three different schools at that point. For some reason or another the bus was late making me late to school and my first class. Panicked I tried to find my first class. Eventually I did. As I entered the classroom my teacher proceeded to berate me about my tardiness. It felt like eons before I could get the word out to tell her the bus was late. I was mortified. I looked like an idiot in front of a class full of people who I didn't know. Was this going to be how the rest of my high school experience would be. Nope. I ended up being head cheerleader and having the time of my life in high school. Let's hope the end result for the girl's last semester at school in the same!