It's funny how when you're a kid you think that being grown up means all this freedom and awesomeness. And when you get there, though being legally able to drink is pretty awesome on it's own, really it kind of just sucks. And on that note, I'm thinking about picking up day drinking as a serious hobby.
For instance, I'm spending as much time over break working as I did while I was in class.
I've set a deadline of January tenth for completeling the ready-to-mail version of my screenplay. It's been technically done for a few weeks, but it's not quite up to snuff. I'm only really thrilled about maybe the first quarter of it, the rest just seems to fall a little flat. It's like I ran out of clever at the end of the first act.
On top I want to have the story written out for my next one by the end of January. So it's going to be a busy month.
Other than that, everything's good. The BFF has inspired me to pick up my gym membership again, in preparation for awesome headshots, hopefully by the end of January, though I think Valentines Day is more realistic. This should be funded for the time being as a late birthday/Christmas gift from my sister, who recieved a bonus for more than my motly income. What do I get as a lowly City Employee? A Card. They used to include scratchers, but then my boss got cheap, not that I blame him, we've got a staff of about 250.
The lawyer BF is knee deep in books, and I rarely see him. Somehow, I'm okay with it most of the time. After all, I like my space. There's a reason we've been together going on four years and we're not engaged. I think I'm about as serious as I'm capable of getting for the time being.
Happy Holidays to You an Yours.
Until 2011, Peace.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
An A, You say?
I can't help but get giddy when school ends. The ten year old in me wants to run outside and run in circles shouting about freedom.
My final scene went well. I ended up actually switchig partners when my original partner and I couldn't get our scedules to work. It was better that way. I was sick of mister "I'm a triple threat." I should be pulling an A.
I've been waiting in anticipation to get a review of my complete screen play for almost a week. I got the email from my teacher today and simply looked at it in my inbox for five minutes. My teacher does not say things to be nice. He's honest. He knows half the scripts roduced in his advanced classes will be sent out by hopeful young writers. And he's the head of the film studies department.
So once I sacked up, or in my case, ovaried up, I clicked and read over the email quickly.
Then I read it again because the first time I absorbed absolutely none of it.
Bottom line: He love it. He showered me with compliments of well thought out characters, well crafted scenes, and snappy dialouge. And I get an A.
I'm pulling a 3.5 this semmester. I've never pulled a 3.5. Ever. I'm strictly a C student. Hell, most of the time I have to beg for that.
Christmas is just around the corner. I'm having a hard time turning down sweets. It seriously kills me so the by the end of every day I feel like a lucky survivor of war.
I'm going to a Christmas party with my sister tomorrow. She's the warehouse manager of the newest up and comming "it" jewelry line. They're in every magazine, every month, and every young starlet wears them, They've had an awesome year which is great for my sister's bonus and great for me cause, hey, open bar! And wholesale price on that necklace with the bird that the chick on Hung wears in like, every episode.
My final scene went well. I ended up actually switchig partners when my original partner and I couldn't get our scedules to work. It was better that way. I was sick of mister "I'm a triple threat." I should be pulling an A.
I've been waiting in anticipation to get a review of my complete screen play for almost a week. I got the email from my teacher today and simply looked at it in my inbox for five minutes. My teacher does not say things to be nice. He's honest. He knows half the scripts roduced in his advanced classes will be sent out by hopeful young writers. And he's the head of the film studies department.
So once I sacked up, or in my case, ovaried up, I clicked and read over the email quickly.
Then I read it again because the first time I absorbed absolutely none of it.
Bottom line: He love it. He showered me with compliments of well thought out characters, well crafted scenes, and snappy dialouge. And I get an A.
I'm pulling a 3.5 this semmester. I've never pulled a 3.5. Ever. I'm strictly a C student. Hell, most of the time I have to beg for that.
Christmas is just around the corner. I'm having a hard time turning down sweets. It seriously kills me so the by the end of every day I feel like a lucky survivor of war.
I'm going to a Christmas party with my sister tomorrow. She's the warehouse manager of the newest up and comming "it" jewelry line. They're in every magazine, every month, and every young starlet wears them, They've had an awesome year which is great for my sister's bonus and great for me cause, hey, open bar! And wholesale price on that necklace with the bird that the chick on Hung wears in like, every episode.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Stress
The stress is almost over.
In less than a week I'll be done with the semester.
I'm freaking out less over my research paper. Although I do have a recurring dream where I get popped for plagiarism because i somehow write a paper that's already been written by someone else.
My finished script is due Sunday. I have a few days to write the last act. I don't think it'll be difficult, per se. After all, the third act should basically write it's self with all the tying up for the most part. I am however agonising over giving it a title. Every week my teacher asked me if I have one and he gets more an more annoyed at Untitled Fall Semester. My final scene is coming around nicely. My scene partner is bit of a flake though. He's impossible to nail down and late all the time. when I spend the time to BOOK a place, it would be nice if he showed up. After all he lives like two blocks away, i commute thirty miles and somehow make it on time. he's also one of those who thinks he knows everything. He misuses gargin all the time and constantly refers to our silent scenes as monologues, which they're obviously not, as no one speaks. Writing about it is making me more frustrated!
Tomorrow's payday. That's nice. Date night with the Lawyer BF, who didn't pass the bar, so now is going back underground for three months to study. He's taking it pretty well.
I've decided to scrap the review process on books and simple say if I think they're crucial. I'll edit the list from before as I read through them.
I'm planning on booking headshots for the third week of January. I've got all my appointments (dentist, optometrist, doctor, hearing tech) for the first and second week, so my third week should be clear because the first week of school is never that hard.
I'm feeling kind of sickly. Not a good sign. Back to the grind.....
In less than a week I'll be done with the semester.
I'm freaking out less over my research paper. Although I do have a recurring dream where I get popped for plagiarism because i somehow write a paper that's already been written by someone else.
My finished script is due Sunday. I have a few days to write the last act. I don't think it'll be difficult, per se. After all, the third act should basically write it's self with all the tying up for the most part. I am however agonising over giving it a title. Every week my teacher asked me if I have one and he gets more an more annoyed at Untitled Fall Semester. My final scene is coming around nicely. My scene partner is bit of a flake though. He's impossible to nail down and late all the time. when I spend the time to BOOK a place, it would be nice if he showed up. After all he lives like two blocks away, i commute thirty miles and somehow make it on time. he's also one of those who thinks he knows everything. He misuses gargin all the time and constantly refers to our silent scenes as monologues, which they're obviously not, as no one speaks. Writing about it is making me more frustrated!
Tomorrow's payday. That's nice. Date night with the Lawyer BF, who didn't pass the bar, so now is going back underground for three months to study. He's taking it pretty well.
I've decided to scrap the review process on books and simple say if I think they're crucial. I'll edit the list from before as I read through them.
I'm planning on booking headshots for the third week of January. I've got all my appointments (dentist, optometrist, doctor, hearing tech) for the first and second week, so my third week should be clear because the first week of school is never that hard.
I'm feeling kind of sickly. Not a good sign. Back to the grind.....
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