Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Day 86 - What Has My Life Become?

Day 86.

So today, I was sitting in my 10:00 am Developmental Psychology class, listening to my professor talk about babies 'n shit--just your regular Wednesday morning, when I experienced something rather out of the ordinary. Transcendental even. And definitely a little bit scary. I had a severe Julie & Julia flashback.

You know, like a movie flashback, but in real life. And I'm not talking about some pussy-ass "Oh, that's funny. This reminds me of that scene when..." kind of flashback. I'm talking about a full-on "the-first-10-minutes-of-this-movie-played-in-my-head-in-its-entirety" kind of flashback. It was clear. It was vivid. It was terrifying.

Allow me to elaborate. We were like 20 minutes into class and I was half-paying attention to the lecture when my professor started a sentence with the word "typically." Now, 86 days ago, I wouldn't have given this another thought--people typically say the word "typically" pretty often. See what I did just then? Point proved. However, this time, it was different. Because right when the "-ly" bit rolled off my professor's tongue, my brain instantly heard the voice of Julia Child/Meryl Streep saying "Typique et charmant."


I don't know if it was the tone or inflection in which he said it, but something about that word, "typically," triggered this bizarre response in my brain. I basically just started to visualize and hear the opening scene of Julie & Julia--in my head.

I will do my best to describe it, but I'm not exactly sure how. I literally couldn't shut it off. Like, I was still in the psychology classroom, watching my professor gesture and move his mouth, but I could not hear anything aside from Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci practicing bad French and talking about how great it was to live in Paris. I could also see them. Not like, ghostly apparitions or anything, but I actually saw them in my head, moving around, eating fish, being happy. It was fucked up.

Plus, that infernal theme music. Jesus Christ, the soundtrack! It was awful. I mean, it's been stuck in my head before, but this time it was just blaring--I couldn't hear anything else that was going on in real life. If someone had blown an air horn in my ear, I doubt I would've moved. And it went on for ten minutes.

And it's not like I was paralyzed or anything. I mean, I could move around in my seat. I just had nowhere to go. Just had to sit there in the middle of psych and experience the beginning of Julie & Julia.

So yeah, that was pretty weird.

Plus, I've had a headache all day long. Not to mention the fact that I had to go back to my dorm after class and actually watch the scene for real. Why did I sign up for this again?

Oh yeah, because I love the attention. And I love you guys, my readers. Worth all the therapy bills? Probably not. And speaking of therapy bills, I'd like to offer a gentle reminder that you can still donate to the Lawrence/Julie & Julia Project using the PayPal button on the lefthand sidebar. I may be slowly going insane, but I'm still well mentally to enough to solicit you all for money.

If you still don't feel obligated to give me your hard-earned cash, please allow me to guilt you into feeling charitable: tomorrow, Thursday, February 24, is my 20th birthday.

Expect a fun post.

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Julie & Julia
Quote of the Day: "Typique et charmant."

12 comments:

  1. Oh my! Before you had my sympathies and admiration. Now, add to that sincere concern! Let's hope this doesn't happen again! Grrr I wish I had money to give you but, alas, I too am I poor college student. Otherwise, I would give you some money and tell you to go see someone! Hey wait! I know! You're taking a psychology class! Go talk to your professor or another psych teacher and talk to them. I'm sure you've noticed, teachers at colleges LOVE to talk. Get some help. Oh and happy birthday!

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  2. Happy early Birthday and looking forward to a picture of you enjoying your birthday with your friends.

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  3. I say that counts for your viewing for today. Cool.

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  4. question! If it's 365 days, 365 viewings of Julie and Julia, who says you have to watch one a day? couldn't you skip a day and watch it twice the next day? just watching out for your mental health here

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  5. @ Anonymous. I think more than twice a day constitutes a hazard to Lawrence's health.

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  6. I see you rocking back and forth, wearing a straight jacket, mumbling "Typique et charmant" in your future. Scary when your brain turns on a movie, all on it's own. This is not worth your sanity! Then again, it makes for a good blog!

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  7. I wonder how film editors manage this, it must be a common occurrence.

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  8. hey lawrence. happy birthday! luckily by your 21st youll be done with this nonsense (awesome) blog. then you wont have to waste your time watching this movie and you could be out CELEBRATING, ohh umm sorry if i am making you depressed that your not 21, i'm not either. yay for being 20? ohh and by the way someone told me about your blog the other day, even though i have been an avid fan since the beginning. so good news for you, the word is getting out. epic, id say. your blog is highly entertaining and for some reason i look forward to reading it (weird right). i know what your thinking and you are right, i have no life. but i love it!! keep it up brohhh

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  9. THAT THEME MUSIC IS AWESOME! HOW DARE YOU?!

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  10. Oh my god, I know what you mean. Something like that has happened to me before.
    During the holidays I spent a few days just watching every episode of Zero Punctuation. Eventually, I finished the last episode and went to bed. But I couldn't sleep. Because Ben fucking Croshaw was talking in my head the whole night.
    His voice was as clear as that of a real person, and it was just muttering gibberish, until I focused on it, at which point it began mocking whatever I was looking at.
    It was so creepy. It had the same manner, the same inflections as the actual guy. "Oh," it would say, "That's a nice pot plant. For a FUCKING IDIOT!"
    In the morning, I woke up and it was gone, but it scared tha shit out of me, I thought I was going mental. Nothing like that has happened to me since, but that was at the very end of my marathon. I don't know what would have happened if I'd kept going...
    Anyway, sorry for the novella, just wanted you to know you're not alone. Hope you're not crazy!

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