Monday, October 31, 2011

In Which I Teach You How to Procrastinate

I'll give you one guess why it's been almost 2 weeks since I last blogged. No, I wasn't kidnapped by the mysterious men in the cafeteria who refill the glasses whenever they're empty. And no, sorry to disappoint, but I did not run off to join a tribe of Amazon women who wear no bras. Because that's weird. And uncomfortable.
I was procrastinating.
I know, shocker isn't it? A college kid, procrastinating? That's practically unheard of. As rare as finding marshmallows in cereal! Okay, nix that last sentence. But it's true. I am the world's greatest procrastinator. I know what you're thinking; you think there's someone who's better than me. There's not, don't you worry. Why else would I be writing this when I'm supposed to be doing homework? Even though tonight's homework involves watching Jake Gyllenhaal in Source Code.
Since I know some of you always do your homework on time, make your bed before 6:00 at night and write papers a week before they're due (I'm sorry, but that's just disgusting. You need to see someone if these applies to you.), I have constructed some things that you can do to help you procrastinate. You can thank me later and please hold all applause until after the show.

1. Sleep. Possibly the greatest procrastinator of all time. You can use this method for pretty much everything: homework, class, homework, setting the table, homework, working out, homework. Because everyone needs their sleep. Everyone. Even those old people who try to make us believe they are rested on 6 hours of sleep. Don't be fooled.

2. Eat. There are two benefits to this one: you procrastinate and you make your tummy happy! Nothing better than downing the wheat thin and vitamin water before you study. (Always include a drink when working with electronic devices. You wouldn't want to spill that all over your new laptop! Although maybe your old laptop...)

3. Walk Around Aimlessly. I do a lot of this. At college, it's great because there are many places you can go. The mail room (where there is never any mail for you), the library (which is scary because there's people actually working), the coffee shop (see #2), and of course your friends' rooms which are bound to be just as boring as yours unless they happen to have a baby monkey or squirrel or something (none of mine do).

4. Read. How nerdy is that? But true. Because, just like sleep, you have to read to stay smart. Even comic books have their advantages. They um, make you laugh which, um, burns calories, and um...moving on. Although I wouldn't advise telling your professor you didn't do the powerpoint presentation because Emma and Louie were caught up in a whirlwind romance while fighting mystical creatures in a land where there's no chocolate and everyone thinks dolphins speak English. Or something like that.

5. Internet. Ah, the good ole' fallback. Nowadays, you can spend ample time on Twitter, Facebook, StumbleUpon, blogger, etc. You can spend as much time as you want...unless your eyeballs fall out or your brain explodes from sensory overload. Attractive, isn't it? On second thought, maybe we should actually stay away from that.

I have now provided you with five excellent ways to procrastinate. (Okay, now you can applaud. GO!) If you have any more, please feel free to let me know, as I'm always in the market for more ideas. I'm off to go not do my homework and possibly sleep, eat, or read. Or maybe all three.

Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Authors: The Real Teachers

Some kids look up to their parents as role models, some look up to celebrities and some look up to fictionalized superheroes. Hey, whatever works, right?
Not me. I looked up to books. Well, I thought I did. But as I grew older and inifintely wiser, I realized these books weren't writing themselves. That there were actual normal (well, human at least) everyday people creating these masterpieces. I think thats when it dawned on me that my dream of being a writer could perhaps someday turn into a reality. But not before I learned some very important lessons from some of the best in the field.

From Sarah Dessen I learned that young love is indeed real.

Maggie Stiefvater taught me how to write angst and use my words hauntingly.

It is Libba Bray I can blame for my love-hate relationship with the present tense. Ms. Bray also gave me the overwhelming satisfaction of being able to meet one of my childhood heroes :)

Judy Blume assured me I was never alone through the awkward stages and beyond.

Beverly Cleary taught me the importance of chaptering.

Ann Brashares spelled out the meaning of friendship with a pair of pants...genius.

It was Sarah Mlynowski's books that taught me to write in the first person...and become addicted to it.

Richelle Mead taught me the utter importance of having a kickass main character.

Cornelia Funke opened me up to the fantastic and dangerous world of fantasy. I haven't been the same since.

Love triangles and futuristic ravage came from Suzanne Collins.

Markus Zusak who taught me that all those literary devices I learned in freshman English can be put into beautiful, beautiful use.

Scott Westerfeld who introduced me to Science Fiction and made it not so scary and confusing.

Stephenie Meyer taught me that it doesn't always have to be complicated; simplicity works too.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes taught me originality and gave me hope that maybe I really can publish something before I am thirty.

J.K. Rowling was there the whole time I grew up and gave me my first childhood crush and role model.

It doesn't end here. Every single book out there that I've read (and there's quite a few) has had an immense impact on me, whether it be negative or positive, happy or disgusted; whatever it is, I only have the authors to thank.

So really, after all this, how could someone NOT be inspired to write? These authors created my best friends, confidants, enemies and family. They opened the doors to my own creativity, taught me respect and admiration and fostered my love for all things literary. But the biggest reason I need to say thank you?
They were the ones who ultimately built my childhood.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Forever a Fangirl

It hasn't been that long since I was a young teenager, riddled with insecurites and held up with fervent obsessions. For those who don't know, my biggest obsession was/is the musical Rent, more namely, one of the original cast members, Mr. Adam Pascal. I put the slashy mark in between the two because I'm not sure if that obsession has truly ended or if it's just chosen to relax a bit and now sits in the back of my mind, collecting dust until there comes a moment when it's leaps up and shouts, "I'm here!!"
One of those moments happened yesterday when a friend put a link on my facebook wall leading to a recent interview with none other than Mr. Pascal. I screamed a bit. I swooned a lot. I scared my roommate by jumping out of my chair and slamming the door shut so no one else could hear the video.
Mr. Pascal just happens to be a very sexy talented actor who's appeared in several Broadway shows. He has a great body voice that I have always been drawn to. In the very epicenter of my severe fangirl disease, I saw him three or four different times in the span of two years. At one point, I was pretty confident I knew everything about him, had seen the majority of his youtube videos and heard all his songs. Scary, I know. At least wasn't under the delusion I would marry him someday (that right is reserved for a Mr. Taylor Lautner). To say the least, I was passionate. To say the most....I was on my way to stalker level.
Yesterday, when this new interview appeared on my wall, my mind did a little flip back in turn and I was thirteen again. Yes, I hung on to every word he said. Yes, I catalogued all the little details of the interview (those shoes were awesome). And, er, yes, I did happen to notice how beautiful those long eyelashes of his are. But that's not the point.
It's been over three years since I last saw him in concert and I'm very hopeful I'll see him in Memphis, a musical I know nothing about and hadn't a thought of seeing until I heard of his late October arrival to the scene. If it ever happens, I'll let you all know how it goes.
But for now, I'll have to revert back to my pre-teen mode when I'm in need of a hardcore fangirl fix. That or one of the several dvds that always satisfy a Pascalian craving.
Don't worry though, if you hear some high pitched screaming or giggles or possibly sobbing, just keep on walking by my door. Everything is fine.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Student, Writer, Dreamer

Hey everyone!

I'm M.T. Rossi, just your average teenage girl who eats way too much chocolate and spends way too much time dreaming about the future instead of doing her homework. College kid that I am, I'm supposed to put lots and lots of effort into my schoolwork. Unfortunately, I'm not really the kind of girl that does what she's supposed to all the time. But I do try my hardest to split my time (not always equally) between writing and doing homework which is much harder than I expected it to be. Who would of thought that all your good ideas come to you during biology class?
I'm quiet around strangers but I've got strong opinions and boy you don't want to see me get loud. I believe in peace, equality, honesty and that everyone should have pizza once a week. Friends, family and words are my world and I'm trying to learn as much as possible about the editing and publishing world as possible because someday, I want to work in it....I think (can you tell I have commitment issues?). I've got big, big plans for the future and nobody is going to get in my way, so if that's what you're here to do, go away.
I'm a dreamer and I'm here to seize opportunity and change the world.
Okay, maybe not but it's a nice thought, right?