Yeah, I'm pretty much only half awake at the moment, and I certainly have no business trying to write a sensible blog entry... so, I don't think that I'm going to try to hard. Having done all of my homework at rehearsal last night, I actually didn't have much to do today... so... I've been down here in the common area all night downloading CDs and browsing DDF (a rather underwhelming forum, really. but, I'm kind of desperate at the moment.)
My first ten pages of my Kerouac Days gets workshopped by Aaron tomorrow... and I'm going to get ripped to shit. Because, well, he rips everyone to shit. It's going to be fucking magnified, though, on account of my script sucking balls. Oh well, I'll survive somehow. I kind of want to skip Story Editing, which is after, but, something tells me that I'll end up too lazy to walk home, and will just sit in anyway. It's not like we're going to have to do anything, as it's just going to be Kat commenting on so and so's Story Analysis. Not worth getting the attendance strike for it, I guess. We'll see what happens.
Today, overall, was a good day. I got to sleep in, got my Psycho report done, sat in a good horror class, figured that said "problem" in my previous entry was just me overreacting about stupid shit, downloaded a bitchload of CDs... and I'm going to finish it off with a cup of green tea and a movie.
I decided though that I'm not going to go home for Spring Break. Too much effort to fly for twelve hours for only a week back home... Not worth it, really. So, my parents are going to give me a few hundred bucks that would have gone towards my plane ticket to let me do whatever up here. My mom said it was to "see Vancouver", however, I chose to hear, "lobster dinner". Don't judge, food is the only thing on my mind lately.
Which reminds me, I have this insane craving for hard boiled eggs at the moment... maybe it's because Easter is coming up? Oh well, less than a week to go until I'm back in the money. Oh shit, who's excited? Me!
I'm in the mood to write a short story-- of course, I don't have an idea for one... but, I'm probably going to try to dent one out this weekend. Aside from these blog entries, I haven't really done much writing for myself-- because I'm usually too sick of my keyboard by the end of the week. Well, I've got a pretty lax couple of days ahead, so, why the fuck not? Maybe I'll finally get around to doing the third "Anti" installment.
Oh, I also got hooked up with the screenplays of "Planet Terror" and "Death Proof", of the Tarantino/Rodriguez double feature "Grindhouse". I'll also be reading those this weekend.
Okay, this acoustic version of "Jagged Little Pill" is makin' me sleepy. Methinks it's time for bed now, after "G-Sides" finishes downloading.
My first ten pages of my Kerouac Days gets workshopped by Aaron tomorrow... and I'm going to get ripped to shit. Because, well, he rips everyone to shit. It's going to be fucking magnified, though, on account of my script sucking balls. Oh well, I'll survive somehow. I kind of want to skip Story Editing, which is after, but, something tells me that I'll end up too lazy to walk home, and will just sit in anyway. It's not like we're going to have to do anything, as it's just going to be Kat commenting on so and so's Story Analysis. Not worth getting the attendance strike for it, I guess. We'll see what happens.
Today, overall, was a good day. I got to sleep in, got my Psycho report done, sat in a good horror class, figured that said "problem" in my previous entry was just me overreacting about stupid shit, downloaded a bitchload of CDs... and I'm going to finish it off with a cup of green tea and a movie.
I decided though that I'm not going to go home for Spring Break. Too much effort to fly for twelve hours for only a week back home... Not worth it, really. So, my parents are going to give me a few hundred bucks that would have gone towards my plane ticket to let me do whatever up here. My mom said it was to "see Vancouver", however, I chose to hear, "lobster dinner". Don't judge, food is the only thing on my mind lately.
Which reminds me, I have this insane craving for hard boiled eggs at the moment... maybe it's because Easter is coming up? Oh well, less than a week to go until I'm back in the money. Oh shit, who's excited? Me!
I'm in the mood to write a short story-- of course, I don't have an idea for one... but, I'm probably going to try to dent one out this weekend. Aside from these blog entries, I haven't really done much writing for myself-- because I'm usually too sick of my keyboard by the end of the week. Well, I've got a pretty lax couple of days ahead, so, why the fuck not? Maybe I'll finally get around to doing the third "Anti" installment.
Oh, I also got hooked up with the screenplays of "Planet Terror" and "Death Proof", of the Tarantino/Rodriguez double feature "Grindhouse". I'll also be reading those this weekend.
Okay, this acoustic version of "Jagged Little Pill" is makin' me sleepy. Methinks it's time for bed now, after "G-Sides" finishes downloading.
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2 comments:
why do you crave hard boiled eggs? i just think that's really, REALLY weird. no, i can't get over it.
green tea?
what are you a little old lady?
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