Why Libraries are Super Important

I know what your asking yourself, FabNerds: “Did Jessica update a blank post at 11:59 PM so when she eventually finished writing it at 1:42 AM, it would still look like she updated on Friday like she is supposed to?”

No. You are imaging that.

Okay, you’re not. But I have a good reason for being so late (this time): I was writing a research paper. It wasn’t a particularly bad research paper – if we are judging the “badness” of a paper based on how boring the topic is – I was defending Orson Welles’ influence as a theatrical visionary based on his 1936 production of “Voodoo” Macbeth for the FTP’s Negro Theatre Project…

Well, I thought it was an alright topic and that’s what matters. Still, if you’re anything like me (and if you read this blog, I assume you are) seeing the words “research” and “paper” on a syllabus make your heart race and your vision blur and your body freeze with PURE FEAR. 

Me when a research paper is assigned.

It’s not that I can’t write a good paper – MLA format was ingrained into the very fiber of my being when I was still wearing braces (and I started wearing braces really early). When I was in tenth grade, my English teacher basically gave me an A+ for the year because I wrote ONE really good paper.* I can write a paper, no problem.

But somewhere between high school and college, research became the scariest thing ever. Like, for serious. It takes for ever and there’s never enough of it or it’s not detailed enough, so when you put it all together your thesis and it’s supporting points look like CatDog.

Yeah, it’s connected, but does it make sense?

BUT TODAY. I learned something. Yes, even with my three years of college and amateur blog, I too can still learn things. This morning, I was working on this paper (that was, of course, due at midnight) and searching online for all of this information – I had nothing. Then it hit me. I wonder if the library has any books on Orson Welles?

It was like divine intervention, FabNerds. Divine. A message from God. I did a quick search on the library website (I wasn’t gonna leave my room for nothing) and found what Everything a Girl Writing a Paper at the Last Minute could ask for. I jogged over the the library (not really) and in fifteen minutes I walked out with a wealth of information.

Suddenly, I was filled with biographical information, and criticisms, and reviews, and – best of all – a copy of the actual PLAYSCRIPT TO WELLES MACBETH!**

Purchase College Library – aka – Heaven.

I read and marked everything useful in each book quickly and after a short break to go to a photo-shoot for a play I’m in, I started writing my paper. I was done in two hours. Sent it in with fifteen minutes to spare. I don’t know about you, but I call that a victory.

And here’s the lesson in this: I know the internet is a magically wonderfully place. Obviously, I am a fan. However, sometimes it pays off to kick it old school. Go find a book. Visit a library. A least, when you need to. Taking the time to use these antiquated methods of research can sometimes save you a lot of trouble and stress. And that is worth way more than anything.

Good Luck,

Jess

Me with my new best friends. Notice the post-its. As seen on instagram (follow me @thefabjessgoing!)

Me manically posing with my new best friends. Notice the post-its. As seen on instagram (follow me @thefabjessgoing!)

*He also was one of those “cool teachers” who planned whole lessons around episodes of Flight of the Conchords, but he let me write my own college recommendation, so I have no qualms with this.

**For those who aren’t theatrically inclined, a playscript is the script for a specific production of a play. It not only includes any cuts to the text that were made, but all the cues (lighting, sound, set, dance) that occur in the show. It’s like reading a play-by-play of a, well, play. Incredibly helpful when your are writing about something you haven’t seen.

Let’s Talk About HATS, Baby!

It’s time to get real FabNerds. We’ve been on this journey a while now and I feel like I need to come out and tell you all something very personal…

I. Love. Hats.

I know, I didn’t mean to pull a Jodie Foster there, but it’s true. I am obsessed with hats. I have been for a while now and I don’t think my opinion is going to change anytime soon. I have a whole board about them on Pinterest. See, some people view hats as an accessory, but to me, hats are a way of life. Have you ever been in a fashion-crisis? You know, when you’re trying on everything you own and NOTHING seems to be doing it for you? You need to add an little bit of….something, but you don’t know what? Well, nine Jessica’s out of ten will tell you that the cure to this is actually a hat.

Don’t believe me? Well, aren’t we contrary today. Here are some reason that will change your mind and get a hat on that stubborn noggin of yours!

1. You are having a bad hair day-

 

I’m glad I’m wearing this beanie so no one can see my roots.

 

Are your locks too flat? Too all over the place? Too lazy to be washed? Stick a hat on that disgusting hair of yours and not only will you look super chic, but the source of all your anxiety will be safely hidden away.

 

2. You want people to think you are cool-

 

I wear hats, because I am amazing

Yes, Bruno Mars is already cool, but when he’s wearing a hat it gives him that added air of mystery which makes him inapproachable and therefore EVEN COOLER. And if a hat can improve Divine Perfection like Bruno Mars, think about what it can do to your image. Speaking of, you should also be wearing a hat if…

 

3. You want to elevate your social status-

 

Who cares about the rain in Spain when I’ve got this giant hat to keep me dry? And fancy.

Eliza Doolittle didn’t just learn to speak properly, remember? She rocked a mother of a hat like it was nobody’s business!

 

4. You need to remind the world that you still exist-

 

Meme us! Meme us!

Feeling invisible? Stone-cold PROOF that hats make people notice you. Not only were Beatrice and Eugenie more talked about than the exquisite Kate Middelton on her own wedding day, but there was more buzz about them than Pippa’s ass. And people really like Pippa’s ass.

 

Believe me now? Thought you would. Don’t worry. This conversation isn’t over, but I know it was a lot so I want to give you a day or two to process. While you’re working out the wonders of hats, I’ll leave you with a picture of me in one of my many favorite accessories.

May the Hats be with You,

Jessica

One of my more glamours hats. And an awful laptop reflection in my sunglasses. :(

One of my more glamours hats. And an awful laptop reflection in my sunglasses. 😦