I bought my tickets today!
I bought my tickets today!
Tom Hiddleston. Discussing the art of villainy. In a hot car. With his hot voice. And … and …
It’s official; I have been sucked into the world of Divergent. I always do this. I ignore something as the buzz builds and builds, and when it finally reaches a deafening roar, I break down. I did it with Harry Potter, believe it or not. When my mom first brought the Sorcerer’s Stone home for me, I thought it looked silly. Flash forward 14 years and I’m sitting in a movie theater sobbing my heart out as a gigantic chunk of my childhood finally comes to an end. The Hunger Games: Not quite as dramatic, but still the same result. I resisted until maybe a month or so before the movie, then finally read the book, nay, the entire trilogy, in one weekend. And now I love it. So when everyone started talking about Divergent, I knew I would eventually have to grab the book, since I’m the type of person who simply has to read the book before seeing the movie.
I read it in 8 hours. I sat down the Saturday evening of the film’s opening weekend (March 22) and didn’t move until 3 a.m. Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in the theater. I saw it again this past weekend and subsequently read the entire second book, Insurgent. My plans for this coming weekend? Allegiant. Continue reading
I’d like to thank the internet for helping us live in a world where Thoryl exists.
Adulting is hard. Why didn’t anyone tell me? I long for the days when I was a plaid-skirted band geek whose only worry in the world was whether or not I’d practiced my cheerleading routine enough for the next pep rally. When I could curl up and watch Disney’s One Saturday morning in my PJs for 5 hours. When I could climb a tree and read my Babysitter’s Little Sister books after school. When birthday parties involved Discovery Zone and ice cream cake. When “working out” was parachute day in gym or a wrist-breaking round of Red Rover. There are a lot of things I miss about being a kid and a lot of those things and places are still dear to my heart today—these five especially:
This had to be my number 1. There was simply no other option. For those of you who don’t know: First, how dare you. Second, Boy Meets World was the sitcom darling of a generation who grew up learning everything about life from one Mr. George Feeny. It was the best part of ABC’s TGIF line-up in the late ‘90s and the show I most looked forward to. It was chock-full of important lessons without patronizing kids. It was wholesome without being corny or unrealistic. And most of all, it was flat-out hilarious. I still remember clapping and cheering as the invitation to Cory and Topanga’s wedding scrolled by at the end of season 7’s episode 6 “They’re Killing Us,” which aired Oct. 29, 1999—I was 11. When the show went off the air in 2000, it developed a cult following of fans who could recite nearly every line of dialogue and laughed in all the right spots as though it were still the first time they were hearing the lines—myself included. I own the series. I can watch any episode and not be bored or the slightest bit less amused even if it’s the 1000th time I’ve watched it, which would be quite possible. I wrote a term paper on the show for my college Television Criticism class. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, it makes my day better. And always, without fail, the final scene of the series finale guts me like no other TV show ever has. The uncontrollable tears start as soon as Mr. Feeny tells them to “Believe in yourselves. Dream. Try. Do good.”