On Oscar Dreams

I don't watch the Oscars. Usually. However, I did this year because my mom had never gotten the chance to do so and I felt a tad emotionally invested as I'd actually seen several of the major nominees this year and I definitely had my favourites.

What the Oscars did for me more than tickle me pink as my predictions came true was remind me of just how much I should (not want to, mind) be in film. Not acting. Good Heavens, I don't mean to act in movies, I just need to be up there one day holding one of those little statues in my hand as I declare my gratitude to the masses. You see, I'm fantastically talented in a great many things, and while I live forever in denial it's not because I'm humble. I'm really looking for compliments. I KNOW I'm freaking amazing, thank you, now feed my overgrown pet ego!

OM NOM NOM!!!

I think I could do it. As I watched Colleen Atwood win her Oscar for costume design (GREAT designer, but that crap movie didn't deserve SQUAT), I began to dream up my own Oscar acceptance speech. It goes a little something like this:

Um. Heh heh... Yeah. As it turns out, I totally saw this coming and I once blogged a speech that I was sure I would use and now I can't remember it. There are three groups of people I want to thank from the bottom of my heart for this. (Insert names of director, producers, etc, here.) I mean that's basically a given, you guys believed in me, and we made an incredible film. This is yours as well as mine. I want to thank my family for not believing me. I think I just made all forty two cousins jealous. Maybe. I've inherited a Spartan 'do or die' attitude, and every time someone tells me 'you can't' I say 'I will'. Who'd have thought a girl from Utah would have a date tonight with the one and only Oscar? Last, but not at all the least, I want to thank my Heavenly Father for not smiting me for emerging myself in what has been deemed a godless land of sin. It's simply not true, and I've been blessed beyond belief here. Thanks again!

Mostly I just can't wait to say "Hahahahaha! Suckers!" I'm very competitive. I think I get it from my dad's side. I have this unyielding desire to one up everybody, especially my own family, and I don't know why. It might be because I don't feel like I've gotten any support from my parents. I remember when I told my dad that I wanted to be an archaeologist, he said I wouldn't make money. Since when is life about money? I thought it was about surviving and being happy doing what you want to do? He always liked to point out too that all I was ever going to do with a degree was either be an educated wife or have a cubicle job somewhere. No. I don't think so. I will find a niche for my historically based, theatre induced, linguistic interests. Somewhere. Until then, I'm as happy as a clam searching for that niche. Happiness is not, after all, about the end of the journey but about taking the journey itself. I don't ever want my journey to ever end.

Keep the Oscar, I'm here for the ride.