So I got most of my work done within the first half hour. Good. I felt decent about that.
Then I attacked the interview of bad grammar. And promptly got mired in the unwritableness of it. This person tried so hard to make all of his statements ripe for marketing, and it turned into just impossible to use for marketing. Lovely.
So I went to write outside, which usually breaks the mindlessness.
And I got a call from my mother. I've been called into Jury Duty. The first week of school. In freaking COMPTON.
I try to write some of my own stuff to calm myself down, I can't get more than a sentence out. Which does nothing to make me feel better. In fact, it only fuels into my doubts that I just might not be good enough. Cause I certainly feel puny.
****
And now someone in the office is playing bagpipe music. FML.
Monday, August 31, 2009
The days since Thursday
So I didn't go into work, for starters. We left for the campsite at around...2, after a few false starts and a long break at Subway.
Driving up there it was 107. Which was just plain depressing. Once we turned up the mountain, though, the temperature just started to drop. Evan was fast asleep, so Liz and I talked about extreme trucking. I kid you not. Apparently there's a TV show. The horror story from that one was the guy who had to truck over ice on the last trip of the season with a load that was liquid, which meant it moved around a lot, at 10 mph. Freaky. It gave me nightmares.
The camp site was already there for us, secluded, though we drove by a TON of motor homes and such. I mean, this place was worse than the small city up at Lake Hemet!
We made a trip down to the general store, played a ton of uno (I won twice, luckily, then on the ultra round Jad completely trounced us) and found a crap load of beads at the campsite. I mean, a CRAP LOAD. Like a craft fair had an battle to the death or something. It was intense. And they were fun to shoot from Evan's semi-professional sling shot. Especially at squirrels. Remember the fact that we were pissing off the squirrells.
Come nightfall, we had to light the propane lantern. It FWOMPED. And burned the hair off of knuckles. And Bree and Liz obsessively hunted down bugs. You learn a lot about the bugs around you when you camp with entemologists.
Friday:
Evan woke up with a swollen toe, there was a fire about 10 miles away, and the air was super smoky. As in I'm having troubles breathing type of smoky. The people at the general store assured me that the fire would be coming nowhere near where we were, but that the smoke would be bad. And I only had my contacts. It made most of Friday a day where it hurt to blink and it hurt to breath. Lovely. That kinda limited our activities for most of the day.
However, Friday was not all bad. Catan was played, then the best surprise of all: Allen was able to come! In a convoluted series of events, Evan had to run down home to help his mom with something, so Craig took him down, and since Allen had then finished his final, he was able to hitch a ride up. And he brought his football, and Evan grabbed his rubber knives and his sword with the back holster. Remember the fact that we had the sword.
We had to wait until nightfall to do any cooking, for the campsite was full of bees and yellow jackets during the day. So we had to hold the same propane lantern up, and someone had to stand guard with the bug zapper. The bug zapper that basically barbequed any bugs that flew into it...including spiders. That was empowering.
So we played more uno and watched more stars and heard some more stuff move about the campsite.
Saturday:
Saturday was pancake day. Which meant we actually had to cook while the sun was out. Bad, bad luck. Yellow Jackets. Especially the fact that the stove wasn't working correctly and we only had small pans. So it took a full two hours to cook the pancakes, with alternating shifts of Evan and Jad cooking. We also made WAY TOO MANY pancakes in way too big of a bowl. So we put the batter bowl on a faraway table, full of water, with the spatula in it, the lid on top to keep out the yellow jackets. Remember this.
Allen and Evan were up the earliest, shooting squirrels with beads and stuff. Pissing them off. Remember this.
The guys decided to knife fight, which was epic and, in my opinion, good for the guys. It's always good for guys to be guys, and it seems that they had a blast. And by them having a blast, they talked about it for the rest of the day.
I also discovered the sports setting for my camera, which means I got some epic shots. SO EPIC.
Then we went swimming. We basically commandeered the deep side of the pool from all the old people with their noodles and swimming aids, and did a short diving competition. which rocked. And then they did synchronized diving, which means I got some AMAZING shots. Especially with this sports setting.
The old people at this place were mean! The people in front of me in line to get a snack were all pissy that there wasn't any ice cream, and they completely ratted out the poor old lady who was working the snack shack. I mean, please. It wasn't her fault.
And then my shoe exploded. On the way from the pool to our campsite. So I had to ride on Evan's shoulders and piggy-backed from Allen the entire half mile walk back. Over rough terrain. Take a -2 for speed and being encumbered.
We came back, and the lid was off of the batter bowl, and the spatula was gone. Like, gone gone. We couldn't find it at all. We chalked it up to stupid kids or ambitious squirrells. We had been pissing off the squirrels.
That night, after the nastiest mac and cheese and the most depressing game of Catan at the far table, we came back and our cloth cooler was knocked over. Oh well, someone must've bumped it. So to bed we go.
At one AM, I hear from one of the three tents: "It's trying to get inside of my tent!" in a high, panicked voice. Then a "what the hell!!" and "where is it, where is it??"
So I'm wide awake.
Then "oh my gosh, it's on the table! What the hell is that? It's huge!"
I spring up, look outside the window, and there is a gigantic raccoon. And by gigantic I mean about three times as big and as fat as the fattest cat you've ever seen.
Pretty much everyone clatters out of the tents. Except Evan. Allen is wide awake and totally pumped up on adrenaline, and Craig has the intense flashlight up. We advance on it, I get literally five feet away...
...and watch it just unzip our cloth cooler, take out some graham crackers, and lumber away. It had no fear of us wanting to scare it away. I was standing three to five feet away, taking pictures, and it just chomped down on our graham crackers.
"Where's the sword?" Allen said, turning towards Evan's tent. But no, he was fast asleep. As in dead asleep. We had been yelling and laughing and waving our hands, and he was asleep.
Craig suggested we get the sling shot. But no, that was in Evan's tent as well.
After about an hour of us following it out and waving our hands to scare it away, it finally lumbered off past the ravine. And leaving all the guys totally pumping with adrenaline. Allen totally got into the protective guy mode, not even wanting to let me out of his sight. I asked him if he was gonna have nightmares from it, from the idea of something trying to get into the tents to get me, and he pretty much said yeah.
When heading back to the tents, we found the slingshot just on one of the chairs. Just chilling there. Out the entire time. Of course.
It took a while before people got to sleep again.
Sunday:
The guys were up and at it much earlier than the rest again, of course. And Allen had a nightmare about me getting kidnapped, of course.
Sunday was mostly full of trying to get the other tents up so we could pack up the stuff and head home, for Allen and Evan were a bit tired of the camping trip, plus Allen had something to do. We left at about 11:45, had a quick stop at a drive through starbucks, and was home.
On Sunday night I went to go see Twelfth Night at the park. It was...okay. Most of the people were obviously acting. Malvolio and Tobias were obviously in the characters, and they made the show. And yes, S. was there. Oh well. She glared at me from back stage a bit. It obviously disturbed me a ton.
I talked to Robin Russin, he greeted me by asking if I was a theater major yet. I talked with Paul, he asked me to audition for the next play. The auditions are Wednesday. Not sure if I'm gonna go.
Driving up there it was 107. Which was just plain depressing. Once we turned up the mountain, though, the temperature just started to drop. Evan was fast asleep, so Liz and I talked about extreme trucking. I kid you not. Apparently there's a TV show. The horror story from that one was the guy who had to truck over ice on the last trip of the season with a load that was liquid, which meant it moved around a lot, at 10 mph. Freaky. It gave me nightmares.
The camp site was already there for us, secluded, though we drove by a TON of motor homes and such. I mean, this place was worse than the small city up at Lake Hemet!
We made a trip down to the general store, played a ton of uno (I won twice, luckily, then on the ultra round Jad completely trounced us) and found a crap load of beads at the campsite. I mean, a CRAP LOAD. Like a craft fair had an battle to the death or something. It was intense. And they were fun to shoot from Evan's semi-professional sling shot. Especially at squirrels. Remember the fact that we were pissing off the squirrells.
Come nightfall, we had to light the propane lantern. It FWOMPED. And burned the hair off of knuckles. And Bree and Liz obsessively hunted down bugs. You learn a lot about the bugs around you when you camp with entemologists.
Friday:
Evan woke up with a swollen toe, there was a fire about 10 miles away, and the air was super smoky. As in I'm having troubles breathing type of smoky. The people at the general store assured me that the fire would be coming nowhere near where we were, but that the smoke would be bad. And I only had my contacts. It made most of Friday a day where it hurt to blink and it hurt to breath. Lovely. That kinda limited our activities for most of the day.
However, Friday was not all bad. Catan was played, then the best surprise of all: Allen was able to come! In a convoluted series of events, Evan had to run down home to help his mom with something, so Craig took him down, and since Allen had then finished his final, he was able to hitch a ride up. And he brought his football, and Evan grabbed his rubber knives and his sword with the back holster. Remember the fact that we had the sword.
We had to wait until nightfall to do any cooking, for the campsite was full of bees and yellow jackets during the day. So we had to hold the same propane lantern up, and someone had to stand guard with the bug zapper. The bug zapper that basically barbequed any bugs that flew into it...including spiders. That was empowering.
So we played more uno and watched more stars and heard some more stuff move about the campsite.
Saturday:
Saturday was pancake day. Which meant we actually had to cook while the sun was out. Bad, bad luck. Yellow Jackets. Especially the fact that the stove wasn't working correctly and we only had small pans. So it took a full two hours to cook the pancakes, with alternating shifts of Evan and Jad cooking. We also made WAY TOO MANY pancakes in way too big of a bowl. So we put the batter bowl on a faraway table, full of water, with the spatula in it, the lid on top to keep out the yellow jackets. Remember this.
Allen and Evan were up the earliest, shooting squirrels with beads and stuff. Pissing them off. Remember this.
The guys decided to knife fight, which was epic and, in my opinion, good for the guys. It's always good for guys to be guys, and it seems that they had a blast. And by them having a blast, they talked about it for the rest of the day.
I also discovered the sports setting for my camera, which means I got some epic shots. SO EPIC.
Then we went swimming. We basically commandeered the deep side of the pool from all the old people with their noodles and swimming aids, and did a short diving competition. which rocked. And then they did synchronized diving, which means I got some AMAZING shots. Especially with this sports setting.
The old people at this place were mean! The people in front of me in line to get a snack were all pissy that there wasn't any ice cream, and they completely ratted out the poor old lady who was working the snack shack. I mean, please. It wasn't her fault.
And then my shoe exploded. On the way from the pool to our campsite. So I had to ride on Evan's shoulders and piggy-backed from Allen the entire half mile walk back. Over rough terrain. Take a -2 for speed and being encumbered.
We came back, and the lid was off of the batter bowl, and the spatula was gone. Like, gone gone. We couldn't find it at all. We chalked it up to stupid kids or ambitious squirrells. We had been pissing off the squirrels.
That night, after the nastiest mac and cheese and the most depressing game of Catan at the far table, we came back and our cloth cooler was knocked over. Oh well, someone must've bumped it. So to bed we go.
At one AM, I hear from one of the three tents: "It's trying to get inside of my tent!" in a high, panicked voice. Then a "what the hell!!" and "where is it, where is it??"
So I'm wide awake.
Then "oh my gosh, it's on the table! What the hell is that? It's huge!"
I spring up, look outside the window, and there is a gigantic raccoon. And by gigantic I mean about three times as big and as fat as the fattest cat you've ever seen.
Pretty much everyone clatters out of the tents. Except Evan. Allen is wide awake and totally pumped up on adrenaline, and Craig has the intense flashlight up. We advance on it, I get literally five feet away...
...and watch it just unzip our cloth cooler, take out some graham crackers, and lumber away. It had no fear of us wanting to scare it away. I was standing three to five feet away, taking pictures, and it just chomped down on our graham crackers.
"Where's the sword?" Allen said, turning towards Evan's tent. But no, he was fast asleep. As in dead asleep. We had been yelling and laughing and waving our hands, and he was asleep.
Craig suggested we get the sling shot. But no, that was in Evan's tent as well.
After about an hour of us following it out and waving our hands to scare it away, it finally lumbered off past the ravine. And leaving all the guys totally pumping with adrenaline. Allen totally got into the protective guy mode, not even wanting to let me out of his sight. I asked him if he was gonna have nightmares from it, from the idea of something trying to get into the tents to get me, and he pretty much said yeah.
When heading back to the tents, we found the slingshot just on one of the chairs. Just chilling there. Out the entire time. Of course.
It took a while before people got to sleep again.
Sunday:
The guys were up and at it much earlier than the rest again, of course. And Allen had a nightmare about me getting kidnapped, of course.
Sunday was mostly full of trying to get the other tents up so we could pack up the stuff and head home, for Allen and Evan were a bit tired of the camping trip, plus Allen had something to do. We left at about 11:45, had a quick stop at a drive through starbucks, and was home.
On Sunday night I went to go see Twelfth Night at the park. It was...okay. Most of the people were obviously acting. Malvolio and Tobias were obviously in the characters, and they made the show. And yes, S. was there. Oh well. She glared at me from back stage a bit. It obviously disturbed me a ton.
I talked to Robin Russin, he greeted me by asking if I was a theater major yet. I talked with Paul, he asked me to audition for the next play. The auditions are Wednesday. Not sure if I'm gonna go.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Dreams and other stuff
DREAM:
So I was in a school for evil geniuses. Yet, for some reason, I was in all the remedial classes. Like, basic addition, basic naming of countries, basic history, ect. So I skipped class.
Oh, also, I wasn't an evil genius. I was actually quite good. And I could fly.
Which caused quite a stir. I mean, an evil genius actually using the powers for good? That's not generally heard of. I would fly around the countryside, freeing people and telling them how bad off they were because of the evil geniuses. But no one really suspected me, cause they wrote me off as a loser and flunker.
Except for one guy, my desk mate. He started tracking the times that I was missing class, and corresponded them with the times people were getting freed.
One time he tracked me coming back from the freeing people thing and met me at the staircase. He handed me a dictionary, and in it was only one definition, repeated over and over again. "TRAITOR"
The problem was no one believed him, either.
****
OTHER STUFF:
I just got the syllabus for my senior thesis class. THAT intimidates me. To no end. Even though it's only 60 pages, that's not too bad. I mean, 60 pages in three weeks? That's only...20 pages a week. Well, that's kinda intense, but it's not like I'm going to have a shortage of free time, right?
Oh wait.
I'm taking three other classes. And working. And teaching a class. All which count for something and can't be dropped. THIS is wonderful. At least one other will include a significant amount of writing. I'm gonna have to organize it so it's not due at the same time as the television script. ACTUALLY, what I should do is write a rough rough draft before school starts so I can at least not stress about it, then go up for workshop the first chance I get. Yeah. That might work. Though that's a bitch of a thing to do before school starts. Especially when I'm working on finishing my screenplay before that time, too. And writing all my stuff for Graduate School Applications.
So I was in a school for evil geniuses. Yet, for some reason, I was in all the remedial classes. Like, basic addition, basic naming of countries, basic history, ect. So I skipped class.
Oh, also, I wasn't an evil genius. I was actually quite good. And I could fly.
Which caused quite a stir. I mean, an evil genius actually using the powers for good? That's not generally heard of. I would fly around the countryside, freeing people and telling them how bad off they were because of the evil geniuses. But no one really suspected me, cause they wrote me off as a loser and flunker.
Except for one guy, my desk mate. He started tracking the times that I was missing class, and corresponded them with the times people were getting freed.
One time he tracked me coming back from the freeing people thing and met me at the staircase. He handed me a dictionary, and in it was only one definition, repeated over and over again. "TRAITOR"
The problem was no one believed him, either.
****
OTHER STUFF:
I just got the syllabus for my senior thesis class. THAT intimidates me. To no end. Even though it's only 60 pages, that's not too bad. I mean, 60 pages in three weeks? That's only...20 pages a week. Well, that's kinda intense, but it's not like I'm going to have a shortage of free time, right?
Oh wait.
I'm taking three other classes. And working. And teaching a class. All which count for something and can't be dropped. THIS is wonderful. At least one other will include a significant amount of writing. I'm gonna have to organize it so it's not due at the same time as the television script. ACTUALLY, what I should do is write a rough rough draft before school starts so I can at least not stress about it, then go up for workshop the first chance I get. Yeah. That might work. Though that's a bitch of a thing to do before school starts. Especially when I'm working on finishing my screenplay before that time, too. And writing all my stuff for Graduate School Applications.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Goals for this week/weekend.
so, I want to be at or close to the 75 point by the time I leave for camping this week. So to do that, I want to write around 4 to 5 pages each day. I've already written three and a half today.
so to do that, I will abstain from facebook. And web comics. and Cracked.com. And Oodee. Well, at least when I'm on my laptop. When I'm on another computer (and therefore unable to work on it) I'm perfectly fine with checking those things. So work is still in the clear.
For this weekend I want to start reworking the Masterpiece. Which means printing it out and trying to perfect the first half. Cause it's currently my best thing for grad school applications. And the first act is decent.
(EDIT! For those of you who do not know, The Masterpiece is a title of something. It's not really a masterpiece. It's actually a bit sucky. In this current draft.)
so to do that, I will abstain from facebook. And web comics. and Cracked.com. And Oodee. Well, at least when I'm on my laptop. When I'm on another computer (and therefore unable to work on it) I'm perfectly fine with checking those things. So work is still in the clear.
For this weekend I want to start reworking the Masterpiece. Which means printing it out and trying to perfect the first half. Cause it's currently my best thing for grad school applications. And the first act is decent.
(EDIT! For those of you who do not know, The Masterpiece is a title of something. It's not really a masterpiece. It's actually a bit sucky. In this current draft.)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
My coworkers
This week has been full of performance reviews. Everyone's been having to go into the boss's office for a good hour and get "evaluated".
I'm just lucky I'm a student and that doesn't count for me.
Anyways, one of the marketing people went in there, came out, and whispered-screamed "I HATE THIS PLACE!"
I'm just lucky I'm a student and that doesn't count for me.
Anyways, one of the marketing people went in there, came out, and whispered-screamed "I HATE THIS PLACE!"
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Scared
There are some huge changes coming ahead in my life, and they frighten me. Things that I have been expressly forbidden from telling anyone. Which makes it seem even worse. the things themselves are just plain confusing, but the fact that it has to be secret and has to be under wraps just...scares me.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Demon dreams
So, I had a fairly horrible dream last night. I'm gonna try to be creative with it. So bear with me. If it sounds weird, it's cause the dream was weird.
It was such a stereotypical horror nightmare.
*****
It started with small things. A cup moving from one side of my desk to the other. A wisp of cool air across my neck. The feeling that someone was barely, just barely touching the top of my neck. I'd close my eyes, and my eyelashes would flutter.
I sat down next to Allen, strangely enough at my work desk. Apparently he got hired at strategic communications as well.
"I think it happened again," he said.
"What?" I reached for my water bottle, missed it. He pointed, it rested in the back of my desk, near my target and business cards.
"oh well." I grabbed it and thought nothing more.
****
The next day my band director died. A freak accident. They found his heart in the other room. It was still trying to beat.
****
Someone was following me. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed around the hallway. I was at the house, but everything elongated. All the dust and dirt and kitty litter on the floor kept on rattling, disappearing, being sucked into the void of someone following me. I couldn't reach the end of the hallway, as if it kept on stretching and stretching and -
-And a heavy hand slammed on my shoulder. I turned, saw a glimpse of a human form, before it all crumpled into literal dust. I was left with a large mark of ash all over my shirt.
****
Everything in the kitchen was floating two feet about the counter. Knives hummed in mid air, a pan of half-scrambled eggs floated a few inches away from the actual frying pan.
****
My parents were found dead. Clawed through. I opened my eyes to see the demon hunched over me.
He reaches a twisted hand out to me, slashing. I screamed, and he disappeared, leaving bloody gashes across my face.
****
The army tried to take him down. They're sat over a sand pit, I watched from the bleachers. Allen had his arm around me.
The sand started to swirl, disappearing, consolidating into a single human feature. I craned my neck, trying to see over, into the pit, it vanished.
An Army Private throws a handful of concrete dust into the sand pit. The shape was briefly illuminated by the falling dust.
A line of blood slowly appeared across the Private's chest. He stared in horror, it grew, ripped him apart.
Allen covered my eyes from the rest.
****
Allen and I were sitting on the couch in the house. I was crying into his shoulder (the tears stung my injured face), he was looking around.
A pot dropped in the kitchen. I jumped up, staring at it.
The dust on the fridge and under the stove rattled out, forming the demon. He reached for me.
I ran to it, hysterical, wanting to stab it or punch it or just hurt it, and Allen grabs me, holding me back.
"No! It'll kill you!" He yelled, I kicked up, still trying to get to the demon.
****
and then I woke up. I had to turn the lights on in my room to make sure that all my stuff wasn't floating. I couldn't get back to sleep for a few hours.
It was such a stereotypical horror nightmare.
*****
It started with small things. A cup moving from one side of my desk to the other. A wisp of cool air across my neck. The feeling that someone was barely, just barely touching the top of my neck. I'd close my eyes, and my eyelashes would flutter.
I sat down next to Allen, strangely enough at my work desk. Apparently he got hired at strategic communications as well.
"I think it happened again," he said.
"What?" I reached for my water bottle, missed it. He pointed, it rested in the back of my desk, near my target and business cards.
"oh well." I grabbed it and thought nothing more.
****
The next day my band director died. A freak accident. They found his heart in the other room. It was still trying to beat.
****
Someone was following me. Slow, deliberate footsteps echoed around the hallway. I was at the house, but everything elongated. All the dust and dirt and kitty litter on the floor kept on rattling, disappearing, being sucked into the void of someone following me. I couldn't reach the end of the hallway, as if it kept on stretching and stretching and -
-And a heavy hand slammed on my shoulder. I turned, saw a glimpse of a human form, before it all crumpled into literal dust. I was left with a large mark of ash all over my shirt.
****
Everything in the kitchen was floating two feet about the counter. Knives hummed in mid air, a pan of half-scrambled eggs floated a few inches away from the actual frying pan.
****
My parents were found dead. Clawed through. I opened my eyes to see the demon hunched over me.
He reaches a twisted hand out to me, slashing. I screamed, and he disappeared, leaving bloody gashes across my face.
****
The army tried to take him down. They're sat over a sand pit, I watched from the bleachers. Allen had his arm around me.
The sand started to swirl, disappearing, consolidating into a single human feature. I craned my neck, trying to see over, into the pit, it vanished.
An Army Private throws a handful of concrete dust into the sand pit. The shape was briefly illuminated by the falling dust.
A line of blood slowly appeared across the Private's chest. He stared in horror, it grew, ripped him apart.
Allen covered my eyes from the rest.
****
Allen and I were sitting on the couch in the house. I was crying into his shoulder (the tears stung my injured face), he was looking around.
A pot dropped in the kitchen. I jumped up, staring at it.
The dust on the fridge and under the stove rattled out, forming the demon. He reached for me.
I ran to it, hysterical, wanting to stab it or punch it or just hurt it, and Allen grabs me, holding me back.
"No! It'll kill you!" He yelled, I kicked up, still trying to get to the demon.
****
and then I woke up. I had to turn the lights on in my room to make sure that all my stuff wasn't floating. I couldn't get back to sleep for a few hours.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
stolen from Rinata.
Did you just wake up?
What's the color of the soap in your bathroom?
Last time you cried?
Are you closer to your mother or father?
What is the reason behind the last time you cried?
Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy?
Hah no. I've been awake for 18 hours.
What's the color of the soap in your bathroom?
Uh. I'm actually not sure. And I'm too lazy to get up and check.
The next person you'll hold hands with...will it mean anything?
The next person you'll hold hands with...will it mean anything?
I think so!
What is your middle name?
What is your middle name?
Noel. Yeah, My parents thought they were clever
What can you hear right now?
What can you hear right now?
The cats scratching at the...litter box.
Who was your last text from?
Who was your last text from?
Jad! He's on set right now, which sounds awesome.
Are you someone's close friend?
Are you someone's close friend?
Yeah
Last time you cried?
This afternoon on my drive home.
When's the last time you looked in the dictionary?
When's the last time you looked in the dictionary?
Today. My job requires it. And someone told my boss he was full of "puffery"
Have you seen all the Rocky movies?
Have you seen all the Rocky movies?
Seen none of them actually
What books, if any, have made you cry?
What books, if any, have made you cry?
Haha way too many to count.
Last thing you drank?
Last thing you drank?
Water
When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower?
When's the last time you chose a bath over a shower?
Wow seriously a long time ago. Like...three or more years ago.
Where did you sleep last night?
Where did you sleep last night?
My bed.
Do you have good vision?
Do you have good vision?
Ha not at all.
What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
What was the last movie you saw in theaters?
Star Trek. At the bargain theater
Has anyone ever cheated on you?
Has anyone ever cheated on you?
Not that I know of
Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?
Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?
I have a lot more guy friends than girls.
Have you been to New York City?
Have you been to New York City?
A long time ago
Does whatever happens in Vegas... really stay in Vegas?
Does whatever happens in Vegas... really stay in Vegas?
Well it didn't for me, but nothing bad happened so it's a moot point.
Are you closer to your mother or father?
I'm closer to my mom, but I get along better with my dad.
Look outside, how's the weather outside?
Look outside, how's the weather outside?
Dark
What was the last thing you saw on TV?
What was the last thing you saw on TV?
HIMYM
Do the speakers on your computer work?
Do the speakers on your computer work?
Sorta. Not amazingly.
Do you have a job?
Do you have a job?
Hell yeah! Puffery and WoW and xyzzy!
Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?
Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?
Uh, yes? Why is this important?
Do you have any children?
Do you have any children?
Nope.
Have you ever written in wet cement?
Have you ever written in wet cement?
Actually, no. I always wanted to, but I never wanted to do something too permanent.
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
Uh...My mother
Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?
Hell no.
Ever lied about your age?
Ever lied about your age?
Yeah. I once told a guy I was 25 to see what he did. He didn't believe me.
What are you looking forward to?
What are you looking forward to?
School. And...that's about it. Oh! And Spamalot.
What do you usually do first in the morning?
What do you usually do first in the morning?
Try to go back to sleep.
What is one emotion you are feeling right now?
What is one emotion you are feeling right now?
Sad and lonely. But not ridiculously so. Just quietly so. Does that make sense?
Opposite sex on your mind?
Opposite sex on your mind?
Totally.
Do you find the opposite sex confusing?
Do you find the opposite sex confusing?
Oh heck yes.
What is the reason behind the last time you cried?
Really, it was cause a lady was mean to me at the restaurant.
Is there anybody you wish you could be with right now?
Is there anybody you wish you could be with right now?
Right now I really want Allen.
Are you gonna be home alone tonight?
Are you gonna be home alone tonight?
Well, I'm home alone already.
Do you have a best friend?
Do you have a best friend?
Yeah
How old are your siblings?
How old are your siblings?
One is 25 and the other is...wow, 14.
What do you carry with you at all times?
What do you carry with you at all times?
Knife. Yeah, I'm bad-ass.
How many piercings do you have?
How many piercings do you have?
one in each ear
How many tattoos do you have?
How many tattoos do you have?
eww none.
Do you prefer talking on the phone or online?
Do you prefer talking on the phone or online?
I like talking on the phone more, but I'm really bad at it.
Are you a morning person or a night person?
Are you a morning person or a night person?
Mid day person.
Are you perfect? I
Are you perfect? I
Hah
How many times have you been to Canada?
How many times have you been to Canada?
Once. But apparently I'm going next summer.
Who was the last person you told a personal story to?
Who was the last person you told a personal story to?
Rinata, over AIM.
What did you do yesterday?
What did you do yesterday?
got food poisoning and had to council a heartbroken friend. Yup, fun.
Ever cried yourself to sleep?
Ever cried yourself to sleep?
Duh.
What shoes are you wearing right now?
What shoes are you wearing right now?
Barefoot
When is your birthday?
When is your birthday?
December freaking Christmas.
Do you regret anything?
Do you regret anything?
always. I try not to, though.
Do you have a brother?
Do you have a brother?
Nope.
Do you have your license?
Do you have your license?
Had one for 5 years.
What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you?
What's worse, having someone mad or disappointed in you?
Mad. I can't stand to have people mad at me.
Do you know how to change a diaper?
Do you know how to change a diaper?
Actually no. I try to avoid babies.
Do you get along with girls?
Do you get along with girls?
Generally.
Can you honestly say you're okay right now?
Can you honestly say you're okay right now?
I'm okay. Not content or ecstatic, but okay.
Would you go a day without eating?
Would you go a day without eating?
Actually, no I can't. It has to do with the blood sugar thing.
Do you always answer your phone?
Do you always answer your phone?
Unless I'm in a meeting or driving. And then I call people back.
Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?
I don't think so?
Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy?
Yeah, there is.
Do you like someone?
Do you like someone?
Why yes I do.
Responsibility
Sometimes I get tired of being responsible and reasonable. I get tired of doing the smart thing, being the reasonable person to come to for advice. I get tired of always thinking ahead at what needs to be done, rather than what I want to do.
Sometimes I want to stay up the whole night. Watch movies, hang out with friends, write, do something but stay out all night. But I know I have work in the morning, and I'd regret it if I didn't get enough sleep. So I don't do those things.
I feel like I grew up too fast. I feel too young to be concerned with a career, to be concerned with such "grown up" problems that I'm facing. I feel too young to be able to give proper advice, yet I give it anyways. What if I'm wrong? That haunts me.
I wish I could let go for a while. To not care about my reputation. To not care about how much sleep I get or whether or not I'm making the right choices. I want to be able to have fun. To take what classes I want to take without having to jump through loopholes.
Sometimes I want to stay up the whole night. Watch movies, hang out with friends, write, do something but stay out all night. But I know I have work in the morning, and I'd regret it if I didn't get enough sleep. So I don't do those things.
I feel like I grew up too fast. I feel too young to be concerned with a career, to be concerned with such "grown up" problems that I'm facing. I feel too young to be able to give proper advice, yet I give it anyways. What if I'm wrong? That haunts me.
I wish I could let go for a while. To not care about my reputation. To not care about how much sleep I get or whether or not I'm making the right choices. I want to be able to have fun. To take what classes I want to take without having to jump through loopholes.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The great Colorado/Wyoming adventure
I left work on Friday at 2:30. "But," you say, "you didn't leave until Saturday!" Yes, I say. Yes. We leave Saturday. At 6:45 in the morning. So we had to be down in Long Beach that night, and Aaron was in a show. Which we naturally saw.
"Fools" was decent. A funny cast, an interesting set, and a few nice jokes. It wasn't an amazing play, but that wasn't the fault of the cast. The cast really made the best of it. The costumes were amazing, I must say.
A combination of going out for food, bad service, and an overly eager busboy got us back to Aaron's place and on his couch to sleep at about 12:30.
***
We had to wake up at 4:45 to get to the airport. "But," you say, "aren't you supposed to get there two hours ahead of time?" Yes. Yes you are. Did that happen? No. We got there at about 5:50. We were the last people in line who were considered "on time." The person manning the check in lane for Frontier Airlines asked us to tell anyone who came behind us that they were too late. Of course, a family of six, with four little kids and two stressed out parents got behind us, semi panicking. Thanks, Frontier Airlines, for making us be the assholes. We appreciate it.
Also, thanks Frontier Airlines, for splitting up our party and making me sit between two overweight men with pointy elbows for the two hour flight. I tried to sleep, I tried to write (nosy guy on left kept on trying to read over my shoulder), I tried to read...to no avail. Thanks, Frontier Airlines, for charging for the Onflight movies. I appreciate that as well.
We get to the airport, and on to these people moving trains to get our luggage. The trains had a little jazz riff, then a man in a deep and creepy baritone voice would say "the doors are now closing". It was seriously the voice of a mad scientist.
At the luggage was CAROLINE! She looked utterly beautiful. Her dress was adorable, and it worked so well with her. She was, by far, the most energetic and athletic 8-month pregnant person I have EVER met. EVER. She talked a ton about the type of birth she's giving, the names she's considering (I'm voting for Charlotte) and the different things she's looking forwards to. Plus, every small child and every small animal we saw she completely fawned over. She is in such mother mode, and it's amazing.
We have the drive to the wedding. The three hour drive across Colorado and Wyoming. Here's where we come to the conclusion that the street names in Colorado are amazing.
We got to Laramie at 2. The wedding started at 4. So what did we do once we got to a small western town? We went to the Boot Barn. (after changing into our dresses and suits in the bathroom of a Qdoba) Where it was all SERIOUS country. So many stereotypes. So many.
The wedding was beautiful. They read from The Princess Bride, Jessi and Cramer wrote their own vows, which were beautiful. The train literally went by the moment the minister said "you may now kiss the bride", so it didn't interfere with the ceremony at all. I could spend a long time describing the dress, the atmosphere, the sheer joy on everyone's face...but I do not think I have the capacity for that.
We got to sit with UCR professor Robin Russin, who I have met all of three times, but is utterly awesome. He was able to give us help for grad schools and help for writing. And he was interesting even when we weren't talking about school. He had apparently grown up in Laramie and brought his daughter and wife with him.
My favorite moments of the reception:
And the streets corner was "Hangman's road" and "Vigilante"
*****
We didn't wake up until 11:30 on Saturday. So we missed the deer in the front yard. I was okay with that. We explored some of Caroline's EPIC front and back yard, before heading down to South Park, Colorado.
The drive was gorgeous. Jutting hills, white water creeks and rivers, the "best jerky in the west" (it was okay), and lots of stereotypes. I feel bad for writing them all down.
We stopped in the closest place of civilization we could find, a gas station. Call "Loaf'n'Jug." There was a subway inside of it, and there were some old couples praying over their sunday dinners at Subway.
South Park was thee most NON-touristy area ever. They kinda glared at us for taking pictures under the South Park sign. It was seriously like the ghost town in Knotts, except without people in costumes. Except it was totally serious. No irony intended.
That night there was an INTENSE thunder storm. With hail. I tried my hardest not to panic.
****
We woke up to try to call Chandra's radio show, but we couldn't get ahold of her. Sadness.
We talked to Caroline's mother a lot, who I absolutely adore now. She's also into photography, and we compared stuff....
...but we had to leave to catch our planes back.
At least this time we got to sit next to each other on the planes. It made them so much better.
"Fools" was decent. A funny cast, an interesting set, and a few nice jokes. It wasn't an amazing play, but that wasn't the fault of the cast. The cast really made the best of it. The costumes were amazing, I must say.
A combination of going out for food, bad service, and an overly eager busboy got us back to Aaron's place and on his couch to sleep at about 12:30.
***
We had to wake up at 4:45 to get to the airport. "But," you say, "aren't you supposed to get there two hours ahead of time?" Yes. Yes you are. Did that happen? No. We got there at about 5:50. We were the last people in line who were considered "on time." The person manning the check in lane for Frontier Airlines asked us to tell anyone who came behind us that they were too late. Of course, a family of six, with four little kids and two stressed out parents got behind us, semi panicking. Thanks, Frontier Airlines, for making us be the assholes. We appreciate it.
Also, thanks Frontier Airlines, for splitting up our party and making me sit between two overweight men with pointy elbows for the two hour flight. I tried to sleep, I tried to write (nosy guy on left kept on trying to read over my shoulder), I tried to read...to no avail. Thanks, Frontier Airlines, for charging for the Onflight movies. I appreciate that as well.
We get to the airport, and on to these people moving trains to get our luggage. The trains had a little jazz riff, then a man in a deep and creepy baritone voice would say "the doors are now closing". It was seriously the voice of a mad scientist.
At the luggage was CAROLINE! She looked utterly beautiful. Her dress was adorable, and it worked so well with her. She was, by far, the most energetic and athletic 8-month pregnant person I have EVER met. EVER. She talked a ton about the type of birth she's giving, the names she's considering (I'm voting for Charlotte) and the different things she's looking forwards to. Plus, every small child and every small animal we saw she completely fawned over. She is in such mother mode, and it's amazing.
We have the drive to the wedding. The three hour drive across Colorado and Wyoming. Here's where we come to the conclusion that the street names in Colorado are amazing.
We got to Laramie at 2. The wedding started at 4. So what did we do once we got to a small western town? We went to the Boot Barn. (after changing into our dresses and suits in the bathroom of a Qdoba) Where it was all SERIOUS country. So many stereotypes. So many.
The wedding was beautiful. They read from The Princess Bride, Jessi and Cramer wrote their own vows, which were beautiful. The train literally went by the moment the minister said "you may now kiss the bride", so it didn't interfere with the ceremony at all. I could spend a long time describing the dress, the atmosphere, the sheer joy on everyone's face...but I do not think I have the capacity for that.
We got to sit with UCR professor Robin Russin, who I have met all of three times, but is utterly awesome. He was able to give us help for grad schools and help for writing. And he was interesting even when we weren't talking about school. He had apparently grown up in Laramie and brought his daughter and wife with him.
My favorite moments of the reception:
- Everyone singing to Caroline to "sweet Caroline"
- Cutting in and dancing with Caroline
- Seeing Jessi and Cramer have their first dance to "I aint nothing without you" from Monsters Inc.
- Walking outside in the rain with Allen.
And the streets corner was "Hangman's road" and "Vigilante"
*****
We didn't wake up until 11:30 on Saturday. So we missed the deer in the front yard. I was okay with that. We explored some of Caroline's EPIC front and back yard, before heading down to South Park, Colorado.
The drive was gorgeous. Jutting hills, white water creeks and rivers, the "best jerky in the west" (it was okay), and lots of stereotypes. I feel bad for writing them all down.
We stopped in the closest place of civilization we could find, a gas station. Call "Loaf'n'Jug." There was a subway inside of it, and there were some old couples praying over their sunday dinners at Subway.
South Park was thee most NON-touristy area ever. They kinda glared at us for taking pictures under the South Park sign. It was seriously like the ghost town in Knotts, except without people in costumes. Except it was totally serious. No irony intended.
That night there was an INTENSE thunder storm. With hail. I tried my hardest not to panic.
****
We woke up to try to call Chandra's radio show, but we couldn't get ahold of her. Sadness.
We talked to Caroline's mother a lot, who I absolutely adore now. She's also into photography, and we compared stuff....
...but we had to leave to catch our planes back.
At least this time we got to sit next to each other on the planes. It made them so much better.
Friday, August 7, 2009
People who inspire me: Part One
People who inspire me.
Dawn, one of the Web Development Bosses at my work.
Dawn is frequently out-spoken, sometimes cranky, sometimes incredibly strict, but never too unreasonable. As a person she's sometimes hard to get along with, but that mostly stems from her "I don't care" attitude towards other's opinions and feelings.
Dawn is a single mother of a teenager, and we often hear lots of stories about her Junior in high school daughter, who sounds exceedingly normal. Dawn apparently went through a rough divorce, but I don't know much about that.
Dawn put herself through law school in the evenings while working full time at UCR. She taught Mock Trial, she tutored kids interested in becoming a lawyer, and volunteered with her church and school district.
This last summer Dawn took 6 weeks off to study for the bar, then she took it. We don't know the score yet, but she actually felt comfortable with it. No one I have ever talked to said they felt comfortable with the bar exam. Ever.
And she has sent off her application to work at the DA's office as a Prosecuting Attorney.
Dawn, one of the Web Development Bosses at my work.
Dawn is frequently out-spoken, sometimes cranky, sometimes incredibly strict, but never too unreasonable. As a person she's sometimes hard to get along with, but that mostly stems from her "I don't care" attitude towards other's opinions and feelings.
Dawn is a single mother of a teenager, and we often hear lots of stories about her Junior in high school daughter, who sounds exceedingly normal. Dawn apparently went through a rough divorce, but I don't know much about that.
Dawn put herself through law school in the evenings while working full time at UCR. She taught Mock Trial, she tutored kids interested in becoming a lawyer, and volunteered with her church and school district.
This last summer Dawn took 6 weeks off to study for the bar, then she took it. We don't know the score yet, but she actually felt comfortable with it. No one I have ever talked to said they felt comfortable with the bar exam. Ever.
And she has sent off her application to work at the DA's office as a Prosecuting Attorney.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
hyper?
I feel ridiculously hyper and have a TON of stuff going through my mind....so this will be random.
People shouldn't take work personally. It's the reason why there is a separation between work and a private life. Just because someone's being snippity to you at work does not need to ruin your day.
Usually apologies mean the world to me, but in one occasion that happened yesterday, I really question the authenticity. It doesn't help that I never really trusted this person to begin with. Yeah.
My hair is getting long. I kinda like all the stuff I can do with it, I don't really like the tangles and the mess and the frayed ends.
I'm so excited for DnD tonight. Like, unreachable levels of excitement.
I want to learn to be sneakier. Maybe it has to deal with me watching a lot of Leverage and seeing the spying sneaking around part and thinking it's really cool. maybe I should get back into a fighting class, maybe. or a parkour class of some sort. I am a bit too much of a ninja.....
I just got a craving for crappy country music. I blame Rinata. And Pandora for enabling me. Dang it! I thought I had kicked that addiction. Darn you! I shake my fist at the entirety of country music.
I feel ridiculously cheerful. Not sure why.
Twitter is being temperamental. Dang. It's such a source of amusement for me at work. And it provides me the in look on a bunch of TV celebrities that I love. and the television writers.
Speaking of which, still excited about television writing. I want to start! Allen and I made a challenge to each other, that regardless of what is required of us for it, we'll make the entire bible for the show and for everything we need to for shopping it around. I hope mine turns out AMAZING! By the end of the class I want to be able to write an episode in a week, cause that's what you'd have to do in the real world of television writing.
I have so many things I want to do with my life, sometimes I feel I'm without direction. I want to be famous. I want to learn how to defend myself (and basically be a badass), I want to be a good writer, I want to be more involved with theater, I want to be more knowledgable, I want to be a better singer, I don't really know everything I want to do.
People shouldn't take work personally. It's the reason why there is a separation between work and a private life. Just because someone's being snippity to you at work does not need to ruin your day.
Usually apologies mean the world to me, but in one occasion that happened yesterday, I really question the authenticity. It doesn't help that I never really trusted this person to begin with. Yeah.
My hair is getting long. I kinda like all the stuff I can do with it, I don't really like the tangles and the mess and the frayed ends.
I'm so excited for DnD tonight. Like, unreachable levels of excitement.
I want to learn to be sneakier. Maybe it has to deal with me watching a lot of Leverage and seeing the spying sneaking around part and thinking it's really cool. maybe I should get back into a fighting class, maybe. or a parkour class of some sort. I am a bit too much of a ninja.....
I just got a craving for crappy country music. I blame Rinata. And Pandora for enabling me. Dang it! I thought I had kicked that addiction. Darn you! I shake my fist at the entirety of country music.
I feel ridiculously cheerful. Not sure why.
Twitter is being temperamental. Dang. It's such a source of amusement for me at work. And it provides me the in look on a bunch of TV celebrities that I love. and the television writers.
Speaking of which, still excited about television writing. I want to start! Allen and I made a challenge to each other, that regardless of what is required of us for it, we'll make the entire bible for the show and for everything we need to for shopping it around. I hope mine turns out AMAZING! By the end of the class I want to be able to write an episode in a week, cause that's what you'd have to do in the real world of television writing.
I have so many things I want to do with my life, sometimes I feel I'm without direction. I want to be famous. I want to learn how to defend myself (and basically be a badass), I want to be a good writer, I want to be more involved with theater, I want to be more knowledgable, I want to be a better singer, I don't really know everything I want to do.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Television writing
I'm so excited for that class. This summer has taught me that I am not made for an office cubicle job.
I really have learned to love the craft of television. Yes that means I have to watch a lot, but I like it.
I have different ideas for my current television idea.
****
I really have learned to love the craft of television. Yes that means I have to watch a lot, but I like it.
I have different ideas for my current television idea.
****
- it will involve zombies.
- It will involve a small group dynamic (ala firefly) of survivors
- the leader will be an ultra strong woman. Like, a woman warrior. She is not the main character.
- I might have the main character have a crush on her, though. but I haven't decided on the main character's gender yet. So that could be interesting.
- I want it to involve a quirky sense of humor. Not sure how that can mesh with the above point. If I do something with gender roles in crisis situations, I'm not sure how well that will do without insulting lots of people.
- I want it to be a procedural, but with overtones of serial. If that makes any sense.
- I want it to include guns.
- I have several character arches already planned out.
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