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Some things to remember from this week:
Thursday morning, I filmed myself channeling my inner Olive Penderghast/Emma Stone with a webcam for our media studies group project. My face ended up being half of the 12-minute video talking about the similar and changing trends in romantic comedies. Besides the horrific realization I got seeing that this mug got a lot of screen time, my prof took me by surprise by saying she liked the way I explained things. During the break, I commented about fandoms concerning another group's presentation and she told me I should blog about general fangirling because she's "never met someone who knows so much about it" and has so many insights. I even told her about my idea for the philosophy of fangirling like those other parody philosophy books and she said "Yeah, you should write. I mean, since you're a good speaker, I assume you're a good writer too."
... Honestly? These are the best compliments I've ever received.
Tonight was spent talking to my wonderful crazy fellow fangirl cousin Katrina. We flailed over many things but the most memorable topics would have to be file sharing sites, One Direction (added Harry vs. Liam mini-squabble), and fun people to follow on Twitter.
What's even greater about tonight was what hit my sister and I on the way home in the car.
These days, us kids rarely hang out inside the Duke house anymore. The inside meaning the kitchen, the library-mahjong room, the guest room, that's where you would always find us. Because there weren't enough seats outside for everyone this time, we retreated back to the renovated but still slightly reminiscent of the old inside. While there, the Yiu's arrived a little into dessert. When an older Justin and Jasmine were brought to where we were, the former says "Wow, it looks so different."
When I remembered him saying this, it got me: All five cousins were there tonight, inside. The arrival of childhood friends seeing us back to where we always were. And, somehow relevant, Achie Bambi's wedding invitations were going around so it was like she was with us.
We think the universe is telling us something, or not. Either way, it put a smile on my face and, I guess, what made me think of wanting to remember it in a happy and overdue post.
Thursday morning, I filmed myself channeling my inner Olive Penderghast/Emma Stone with a webcam for our media studies group project. My face ended up being half of the 12-minute video talking about the similar and changing trends in romantic comedies. Besides the horrific realization I got seeing that this mug got a lot of screen time, my prof took me by surprise by saying she liked the way I explained things. During the break, I commented about fandoms concerning another group's presentation and she told me I should blog about general fangirling because she's "never met someone who knows so much about it" and has so many insights. I even told her about my idea for the philosophy of fangirling like those other parody philosophy books and she said "Yeah, you should write. I mean, since you're a good speaker, I assume you're a good writer too."
... Honestly? These are the best compliments I've ever received.
Tonight was spent talking to my wonderful crazy fellow fangirl cousin Katrina. We flailed over many things but the most memorable topics would have to be file sharing sites, One Direction (added Harry vs. Liam mini-squabble), and fun people to follow on Twitter.
What's even greater about tonight was what hit my sister and I on the way home in the car.
These days, us kids rarely hang out inside the Duke house anymore. The inside meaning the kitchen, the library-mahjong room, the guest room, that's where you would always find us. Because there weren't enough seats outside for everyone this time, we retreated back to the renovated but still slightly reminiscent of the old inside. While there, the Yiu's arrived a little into dessert. When an older Justin and Jasmine were brought to where we were, the former says "Wow, it looks so different."
When I remembered him saying this, it got me: All five cousins were there tonight, inside. The arrival of childhood friends seeing us back to where we always were. And, somehow relevant, Achie Bambi's wedding invitations were going around so it was like she was with us.
We think the universe is telling us something, or not. Either way, it put a smile on my face and, I guess, what made me think of wanting to remember it in a happy and overdue post.