Eeeeeek! Page 95! I’m up to page 95! And I’m really happy with it so far. I’m just hoping that I’m not at that stage that Stephen King refers to, saying that when you’re writing you think, “Geeze, I’m freakin’ Shakespeare!” and then when you go back to reread it, you find out it’s complete and total crap. What I’d have to worry about would be the dialogue. I’ve had a tendency to make all of my dialogue really really cheesy, but I think I’ve done well so far. I’ve kept my Cheese Factor in check, I think, so maybe when I reread it tomorrow things will go well and I’ll be able to over-night it by 6pm. Phew. I can’t believe it’s actually almost done. After two years of character development, it’s about time. And think of how easy it’ll be to finish the novel now that I have all of the scenes mapped out. According to my novel outline, I have three more chapters to write out tomorrow, which should take me about one hour if I get in the right groove. I’d do it now, but I’ve lost the groove after about an hour and a half of straight writing. Plus, I got distracted a lot today, which isn’t good. But, everyone’s leaving the house tomorrow to go to the zoo, so there won’t be any distractions. Just pure insane people. :) Whhheee!
More good news on the screenplay front - my brother Tim is home for a week before heading off to med school, and guess what? He happens to work in a psych ward, and my book’s about insane people. So, I ran the ideas past him, he said everything was incredibly plausible, and that the idea sounded very exciting. Yay! It’s been checked out medically and psychologically, so I think I’m good to go. Let’s just hope the people at the Academy really like - the Oscar folks are the ones judging the contest I’m trying to enter. But if they don’t like it, there are a few other contests I can enter, so no worries. Just getting it done I think has been worth it. Although, I don’t think I’d turn down the $30k. :)
Now I’m just rambling. Oh, I got to see Cirque Du Soleil’s “Journey of Man” last night. It’s a lot different than regular Cirque du Soleil stuff, but it was still pretty cool. The circus acts were amazing, and I wish I could have seen it at IMAX, that would have been awesome. Cirque du Soleil at 8 stories tall. Egads.
I think I’m going to try and get some sleep now. Not sure if that’s possible, because I’m really wired all of a sudden.
Aaargh, my head hurts. I’ve been working on an application to a scholarship all day and it’s killing me. I hate having to write pro-me essays. I always end up getting all cheesy cause I’m too afraid of being pro-me. Stupid, stupid, stupid… They should just give me the money for reaching Cheese Factor 9. :)
I’m off to Office Depot now to buy brads for my screenplay. It’s not quite done, but I want to be completely ready to print it, brad it, and mail it. Woohoo! :) Hopefully my scholarship headache will go away before writing time, otherwise I’m stuck. Big time.
Off I go.
I just love Cirque du Soleil. I’ve been watching ‘Run Away with Cirque du Soleil Week’ on Bravo, and so far I think Quidam is my favorite. I just finished watching it, and of course throughout the entire show I was going “Ooo, nasty!” It’s not that I was grossed out, that’s just become my trademark phrase, apparantly, for when I think something’s weird. Like those contortionists. Holy crap! And to think I wanted to be one at one point. Eeee. Hehehe. But seriously, Quidam was amazing. Even if I can’t be a contortionist I’d love to work in their costuming department.
No watching ‘The Stand’ tonight. Nope. I got pretty creeped out yesterday watching the third bit. Geeze, I’m turning into such a whimp. I need to start watching more horror movies so I can quit being such a girly-girl.
Not much else happened today. I tried to blog earlier but blogger was down. I wanted to announce my latest screenplay victory - 74 pages!! And I found another screenplay contest so if I miss the May 1 deadline, I’ll have until May 15. And with the May 15 one, Steven Spielburg will read my script. Woohoo! It’s coming along pretty well, but I feel like so much of it’s getting lost in screenplay format. I’m trying so hard to follow the rules and keep my descriptions as short as possible, but it’s so hard. I’ve been doing okay on length, but the importance of this movie is in the visuals. So much of the story is conveyed through sight, especially considering two of the main characters won’t speak through half the film. Stupid rules. At least with the May 15 contest I can also send in a novel in progress and tell them which is more indicative of my writing abilities. I’ll definitely send them the first section of the novel the screenplay’s based on, that way they can get a feel for the film through my descriptions. I want to convey what’s going on in my head through the screenplay, but it’s just not working. I hope Steven Spielburg likes it, but tough nookies, he can’t direct it. He’s not right for it. I want Agnieska Holland, dang it, and Tak Fujimoto. Or, I wouldn’t mind the art directors from Cirque du Soleil getting involved, that would be way too funny. All of the main characters are now wearing lycra. Hehehe.
I think I’m going to get some sleep now. Good night!
This week went downhill so fast. Everything was peachy, but I jinxed it when I thought, “gosh, my life is getting so nice and easy and laidback.” You know that big whopping check I got? The bank’s with-holding it for some strange reason they won’t explain. Now I’m mad as heck because my friend Simon really needs that money and now he can’t cash the check I sent him to pay him for the work he did. That Selby guy is making me look like an idiot and I hate that. I’m really really mad and I feel like hitting something.
First the lies, now bouncing checks. Faaabulous. I really wish I could just hide away on an island and never grow up. Life gets too complicated. It’d be so much easier if everyone just did what they said they were going to do when they said they’d do it. The world would be a much happier place if we were all just a little more considerate and happy and kind. Yeah.
I’m up to page 58 on my screenplay, woohoo! But then the mail came and now I’m too mad to write. I think I’ll go watch Cirque du Soleil for a while. I recorded one of their shows on Bravo last night, maybe they’ll help calm me down.
Ugh, my stomach hurts… I need to seriously regulate my eating habits. Whenever things go the least bit wonky my digestive tract decides to have a holiday. A bad holiday. One of those holidays from hades.
Anyway. I skipped one meal today and had to eat dinner at 9:00 at night, and now it feels absolutely disgusting down there. Stupid ulcerative colitis. If I’m ever in charge of my own planet in some strange alternate universe my first order of business will be to do away with digestive disorders. They’re too unladylike.
Crap, Erick just signed off. I was gonna IM him cause I need something funny. He’s always entertaining and fun to talk to. Poopy. Probably had to go to bed. I should be heading to noddy-land as well, but my stomach hurts too bad. And I’m obviously going loopy, because I just said “poopy”, “noddy-land”, and “loopy” in the same paragraph. Egads.
So I’ve been watching Stephen King’s “The Stand” on DVD, and it’s been giving me nasty nightmares. It’s not like watching it has freaked me out, it’s afterward. I think I talked about this already. It’s blogger de ja vue. Anyway, I’m bringing it up again because I just finished part two, and now I’m afraid of what I’ll dream. Last time it was that crow dude, and then this freaky dead-looking old guy staring at me, making funny noises, and doing unpleasant things, but thankfully I can’t remember what those unpleasant things were. Probably stupid stuff like not helping old ladies across the street, and speaking too loudly on their cell phones in public areas. My dreams are usually like that.
I think I might play solitaire for a while to try and calm my stomach, although I have no idea what medicinal value cards have. Good night (I hope)!
I discovered something incredibly disturbing yesterday. I found out that someone very close to me has been lying for a really long time, and it bugs the crap out of me. But, I can’t really talk about it. Cause it’s too close, it’s really aggravating, and I’m trying to forget about it. That’s the only way to deal with it for now.
I went out to see the Toe Guy again today because my last toe that he made was way too purple. (If you have no idea what I’m talking about, here’s the story in a nutshell: My toe was amputated, I’m getting a prosthetic one made. Ta da! You’re all caught up.) He was pretty frustrated because the purple one matched at one point because it was cold, and because I apparantly have very bad circulation in that foot. So, I went back today to have a new one colored so it’s a bit more pink because when I walk my foot isn’t purple. Which is a good thing. :)
The best part was the Toe Guy’s dog. He has a pure-bred golden labrador puppy. Well, it’s not really a puppy, more like a preteen in dog years. But he’s cute nonetheless, and he was really hyper today. I played with him for a while and it was good fun, but he got my pants all stinky from doggie slobber. It was fun, though, and now I’m wishing I could get a pure-bred samoyed. Sigh.
I think that’s about it for today. I need to get back to writing that screenplay. I kinda hit a block over the weekend but I just managed to push past it so I can get back to writing at a thousand mph, hopefully. Wish me luck!
Dang it. I think I’m finally getting that cold/sinus infection that’s been mulling around my family. Last night I was playing cards with Steve and a friend and then all of a sudden my face felt like it was burning and I turned all red. I had a fever of 105 and felt like crap. But, at least my fever-induced stupor led to something funny - we stayed up until 12:30 laughing our heads off at a song we wrote about my various ailments. It was great fun. We might even record it, but of course we wouldn’t use our real names because the song’s too disgusting. Anything about gastroentorology (sp?) is nasty, even a song.
Geeze, this feels crappy. My head feels like silly putty and my throat keeps going bad. I think I’m gonna go eat a ton of vitamin C and try to beat this cold to the curb.
I’ve run out of things to talk about cause my brain is fried. More later, if I can remember my name. :)
Mwahahaha! I am Sentfrom, God of Email!
And you know what’s even more pathetic? I’ve been waiting for months to say that and link to that comic. :) It’s just so fitting.
I just replied to over 90 emails. True, I only had 86 piled up, but then people kept replying to my replies… again… and again… and again… I think I’ve sent well over 100 emails this afternoon. But I’m in bliss - yes, bliss, despite the fact that my back hurts like heck and the triumphant “Queen of the Empty Inbox” happy dance was more of a relaxed, barely moving jig - now that my inbox is entirely empty after a long, dark period of over-stuffedness. It was a true state of apostasy; each morning as I was barely awake I’d sign on to look for an email from someone, and instead I was met with a huge window of nothing but emails. I’d scroll past the messages, wincing as it took ever longer to scroll to the bottom. I came, I replied, I conquered! Bow before Sentfrom! :) Hehehe.
And yes, another side effect of spending five straight hours replying to emails and having to be perky - I’ve gone a wee bit loopy.
So the play revue thing was last night. I sang my little song and it went really well. Someone videotaped it and I’m going to get a copy - maybe I can put the audio on the computer and upload an MP3 of me singing. Wouldn’t that be funny? Even more so since my voice was all deep and bluesy and I very rarely speak like that. I try to speak like that but I end up getting all giddy and loopy and it goes all perky again. Sigh.
My back is killing me.
Now I think I have to update the Daily Prophet, but I think I should get up and stretch before I try that. I need to try that victory dance again and maybe actually dance this time.
Hehe, I’m so glad I don’t have a webcam hooked up on Email Answering Day. I’ve been singing along to John Lithgow and Duke Ellington, belting my heart out as I write back to little kiddies who want to be columnists. I’m sure I looked positively ridiculous. Sounded good, though… mwahahaha.
I think I should quit now. I’ve gone over far too deep into the dark side of loopiness.
My dress arrived today! I’ve just tried it on and it looks pretty dang good if I do say so myself. The only problem is I don’t think the, erm, upper measurements were quite at 36. That, or I’ve grown. Either way, I’m happy. :) It makes me look all curvy and stuff, which isn’t too shabby.
I can’t blog for long, I’ve got to go finish up the sets for that revue. I only have two banners that need to be finished, so I’m almost done. Then we have to perform it tomorrow night. I really wish we had more time to practice, but hey ho, it’ll work out I suppose.
Hmm… other news… no interesting dreams to report, they were all pretty stupid. Something creepy to do with Star Trek Voyager (I have no idea how that one came about) and some weird English guy. I won’t bother explaining, I don’t think it made sense anyway. Other than that, not much is going on. I spilled all of my good news last night/early this morning. In that case, I think I’m going to go now. I’ve got stuff to do. Cheers.
Blog, blog, blog… would a site by any other name seem as silly? :)
Today has been a most happy day, except for one rude interruption in the afternoon, which was quickly dispelled as the day wore on.
It all started when my big whopping check finally arrived. Yup, that magazine in New York finally paid up. Yippies for me! It felt great depositing it.
Happy news numero dos: I heard back from those scholarship peoples. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to actually receive the award because it says in the rules applicants must attend school this fall. When I applied I was planning on it, but now I can’t, as mentioned recently. But, I heard from them today and they said they’ll defer it until next year. Woohoo! :)
Icky incident - something was said and I started feeling really bad, thinking there’d be no way in heck for me to earn enough money for college in time, but that was dissipated when my Dad got home and announced he got a promotion, a rather nice raise in pay, and wouldn’t you know it - it’s almost exactly how much I needed for college. Huzzah! Mom says I still have to contribute a sizeable amount, but I’m peachy with that. I can handle “sizeable”, I just can’t handle “every single penny [or, in this situation, every single pence].”
So, as this lovely day comes to a close I’m hoping that my luck will carry over to this new scholarship application I’m filling out. Carpe Diem Foundation here I come! Mwahahaha. I’m also hoping my friend Sam will agree to go with me to his prom so I can enter the Duct Tape ‘Stuck on Prom’ contest - I’d have to make my clothes entirely out of duct tape. Cool, huh? I’ve already got a dress designed and if it works it should be pretty funny.
More happy news - I got another web job. Happy happy, joy joy. Life is good.
I am in love. Head over heels in love. Want to meet the lucky boy? Hehe… :)
Geeze, I need to stay away from eBay.
Mmmm… granola bars and Maria Callas. I just finished munching on a granola bar because I couldn’t stand to eat much dinner earlier this evening. I was getting rather frazzled because I was about to go to the final dress rehersal for that revue thing, and I hadn’t finished the sets yet. I was also wishing I could be upstairs in my room, working on the screenplay. Anyway, as I was saying, didn’t eat much dinner, so I was hungry. Still am, in fact. Maybe I’ll sneak back downstairs and grab another one.
As for the Maria Callas bit, I’ve been on an opera kick for the past few days. I think that’s what convinced me to change the screenplay. It had been bugging me whilst trying to write the other screenplay - the one that I thought up in London - because I couldn’t find the right soundtrack for it. I couldn’t find any music in my extensive music collection that inspired me to write. That made me feel the pain, happiness, and trials of the characters. Believe it or not, this was a serious problem. I couldn’t find my inspiration for it, like I could with all of my other writing projects. With that silly Harry Potter book it was a requiem by Mozart, with a bit of Danny Elfman, Amon Tobin, and Chopin thrown in. Yup, even a little Beck, for when I was in a particularly strange writing mood. And with what I’m writing now, it’s Maria Callas, ‘O Holy Night’, and Faure’s requiem. What is it? Can’t tell you. It’s a secret. :) No, seriously, it is. I’ve been working on it for two years, developing characters, imagining it over and over again from beginning to end. I know every character as if they were an extension of myself. And, in a way, they are. It’s a very psychological story. Fitting since it’s about a bunch of people in an insane asylum. Anyway, I’ve decided to write that out as a screenplay to enter it in the contest, despite the fact it’s meant to be a novel first. Even though it’s thoroughly depressing right now, and will be until the very very ending, it’s a lot easier to write. I’m not depressed, it’s just the style is more comfortable. It’s introspective, rather than being superficial and absolutely ridiculous, like the other screenplay is. I’ll still work on my London script eventually, but it has to be when I’m giddy. Doesn’t work when I’m normal, writing about people in love and all that crap. :) It’s much easier writing about a bunch of psycopaths.
That sounds scary.
The emails have levelled out at about 76. I’ve actually only received two emails today, how sad is that? I think it’s sad because I’m slightly worried about a friend of mine because he hasn’t emailed in a while. If it weren’t for that one person I’d be thrilled that my email intake has slowed down a bit. I need to work through that mound of messages before they all start disappearing.
I’m off to get another granola bar. I think it’s time for Ljiljan Molnar-Talajic, too. I’m getting tired of Maria Callas. Bring on the Puccini!
That ought to provide some funny queries to add to my list. :)
I’m sorry I left that rather depressing blog untouched for so long. I am feeling much better now, I just haven’t been able to blog for several reasons. But, I’m better now, so that’s that.
I’m afraid this entry won’t be very long. My family and I have just stayed up horrendously late watching a movie we recorded on Sunday. ‘Almost Strangers’ off BBCAmerica. Interesting, I suppose, and rather beautifully done. But it got a bit odd at the end and didn’t end up the way I wanted it to. But, sigh, that’s okay. Maybe it’s because of how late we stayed up. Although, I doubt I can use that as an excuse as I’m just now getting tired. I really need to fix my sleeping schedule. Wake up early cold turkey one morning and it completely throws me off balance. The ACT so should not start so dreadfully early on a saturday morning. It really doesn’t give us night owls a fair chance, does it? :)
I went bowling earlier this evening with the AOL league again. I did much better this time. At least, I was doing better before everything took a drastic turn for the worse. I stepped up to practice before the actual games began and immediately struck down 8 pins. I was shocked! I’ve never done that well right off the bat. My first game was stupendous - well, relatively stupendous. We must remember who we’re talking about here - the girl who at the last game was pleased when she broke 50. :) My first game I got a respectable 73, which actually meant I beat guy on the other team. (I was rather proud of that.) But, then I lost it. I completely lost it. 49 the next game, 40 the last. But, you must factor in my handicap! With my first game’s score of 73, thanks to my ridiculous handicap, I actually bowled a 231. :) Hehehe, that should be embarassing, but I find it horribly funny.
I won the dress auction. Woohoo! I might just have to borrow my brother Kevin’s digital camera and take a picture of myself in the dress. Since all of this suspense has been built up and all that. :)
I’m actually going to go to sleep now. I just wanted to blog and let you all know I’m doing okay now. I’ve gotten a few IMs about it and I felt rather bad for not saying anything, so here we are.
My shoulders feel hollow and my head feels like it weighs a few tons. I was taking a shower when it hit me. My vision went blurry sporadically, with the occasional bout of tunnel vision. I think I hit my head on the shower wall. My eyes were stinging and I had to close them repeatedly, but it didn’t help much. I was getting dizzy, so I sat down for I don’t know how long. When I got out of the shower I came back to my room and signed online while I was brushing my hair. My eyes began to pound, my forehead was aching… My hair finally brushed I went back into the bathroom, but I almost ran into the door because the tunnel vision came on so quickly. Everything was dark for a minute as I felt my way into the bathroom. When my vision cleared I looked at myself in the mirror; my face was a sickly shade of white, all pink skintones had left my face. I grasped the counter as my limbs became weak again, inviting me to fall to the floor. I got my hair done as quickly as possible, brushed my teeth, and now I’m back here, sitting on my bedroom floor, afraid to fall asleep. My brow feels heavy, and something’s very hot inside my chest. My spine aches, and my hands feel shakey. When I stop typing and I actually look at them, I can see them vibrate. My eyes are stinging again, and my stomach won’t stop churning. I’m afraid to go to sleep because the last time I felt like this I was woken up by a jolt running through my legs. My heart was pounding, my lungs were rising and falling rapidly. I had a stange dream that night, but I can’t remember what it was.
Now I remember why I’m not going to college this year. I was fine for a while, it hit me so fast just now. I wonder what it is.
My mom was supposed to come home tonight from her visit in Tucson. Her flight got delayed, though, and she’s stuck in Minneapolis.
I’ve got too much mail piled up. 72 bits of it. I’m sorry if you’ve emailed me and I haven’t responded. If I’m feeling better tomorrow I’ll try to work my way through it.
Today isn’t going so well. I need that happy message now, please, Mr. Fortune Cookie. :) I tried to make these invitation things for the revue, but first my printer wouldn’t work, then my computer refused to start, and when I finally got an invitation printed, Kinko’s copiers decided they’d go all willie-nillie with the ink. It printed nasty lines through my lovely picture of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. All of that work for naught. Sigh. I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to make those stupid invitations.
Holy crap! Those invitations took me a lot longer to make than I thought! I just looked at the clock. Almost the entire day is gone and I haven’t gotten any writing done at all. I had some more ideas for the script done, so that’s good. And I got an email back from some people I wrote to about an apartment in London. Did I already mention that? I can’t remember, so I’ll post a recap, just in case you can’t remember either. A few days ago I sent an email to the people I rented an apartment from in London back in November. I asked if they’d consider renting the apartment to me long term. Now they’re looking into it and everything and it’s all good so far. But, I have this sneaking feeling it’s going to be way outside my price range, which would stink bigtime. The apartment’s perfect, it’s absolutely everything I would need. And plus, the owners are really nice people, the apartment’s in a nice part of town, and I just like it. I hope it works out. It’d be nice to have that part of the budget over and done with. The less financial guesswork the better, I say.
Sujit went to New York for the weekend and now I’m all alone. ::sniffle:: I kinda miss having him online. Weird, isn’t it? I’ve just gotten so used to hopping online and seeing him there. Oh well, he’ll be back.
I’m still the high bidder on that dress. That’s still exciting. I think I’m going to go work on that script for a while now before I forget the new scenes I thought up. More later if I think of anything to blog about.
I bid on a dress! I bid on a dress! Wooo! :) Why am I so excited, do you ask? Because it’s a vintage Neiman Marcus! I’ve never owned anything from Neiman Marcus, and if I win this auction, my first Neiman Marcus purchase will only cost $30. Oh, and it’s absolutely gorgeous, I love it. I can just see myself strolling along wearing it, along with a nice cream colored cardigan sweater… preppy heaven. I’ll show it to you if you promise not to outbid me. Deal? I should hope so, considering most of the people who read my blog are men. And I don’t think any of my guy friends, as cute as they all are, would look good in this particular outfit. :) Here it is:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=1092032262
Isn’t it darling? Ignore the overcoat, though, I wouldn’t wear that. Just imagine the dress on me along with a lovely cardigan sweater. And maybe some cute little open-toed shoes, a smart little handbag, and my hair nice and curly. Ah, I love it. I hope I get it.
Wait, should I be embarassed, showing my dress size for all the world to see? Um, no. I’m not that girly. And beside, I think I’m fine the way I am, so :-P
Yup, you guessed it, I’m thoroughly tired and can’t sleep again. Hence the incessant ramblings and sentences that make no sense. (And, undoubtedly, a blog littered with typographical errors.) I think I’m actually going to try and sleep now, though. Good night! And don’t bid on that dress or I’ll have to kill you. Tee hee.
Supposedly that “big whopping check” will arrive on Wednesday. I’ve finally gotten a hold of the guy I made a website for waaaay back in November who still hasn’t paid me. I guess mentioning “my lawyer” on his answering machine caught his attention. I’ve added up the extra hours I spent trying to contact him, trying to calm down Simon, etc, to the bill, so it should make up for the time wasted waiting for that stupid check. Hopefully $900 will help me feel better. It’s not quite as “big” or “whopping as I had hoped, but it’s certainly nice. Nothing to turn my nose up at, right? :) Maybe that’s just another prelude…
In yet another attempt to get some money I submitted a little funny story to Reader’s Digest. Again, not much, but I’d be more than happy to get $300 from them.
I think I’m going to go bother Dad to go get dinner finally. He says he’s craving fried chicken so I guess I don’t have to cook tonight. Not sure how my stomach will react to that, but maybe I’ll just have to get a little crazy and risk it.
It looks like I’ll be singing ‘I Ain’t Got Nothin’ But the Blues’ instead of ‘Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend’ in this revue show I’m in charge of. I think it’ll work out nicely, though. Less work involving getting 12 and 13 year old girls to cooperate, and I’ll get a feather boa. :) Hehe. I’m going to do it as a really melodramatic club show from the 40’s. It should be funny… I hope. I just came back from practicing with the pianist, and it should be good. At least I can sing it.
I wish I could have found the sheet music for Peggy Lee’s “I Love Being Here With You.” That would have been hilarious. “Summertime” would have been nice and sexy and if I weren’t going for funny, but this is for a church thing so I can’t do that. That would be blasphemous or something.
Did I mention that my computer has died again? It was working okay after Steven reinstalled windows, but then it completely messed up the phone line. It kept taking the phone off the hook, then dialing some phantom number over and over again. We still aren’t sure who it was trying to contact. Probably the space ship that abducted it, probed it, then sent it back to me just to make my life a little bit more interesting. Stupid aliens, they should mind their own business. Hehehe. :) Anyway, now I have to get a new processor and a new motherboard. I’m not surprised, honestly; those bits are over 5 years old. It’ll be nice to have it up and running again so I’ll actually be able to update the Daily Prophet. Yeah, I know, it hasn’t been updated in ages, but it’s not my fault. All the latest articles were saved on my hard drive because I couldn’t find the right zip disk. Go blame the aliens.
I was watching the news yesterday and they showed a clip of President Bush giving a speech. I can’t believe he actually said, “I said what I meant, and I meant what I said.” Someone needs to send that man a Horton Hears a Who neck-tie. “I said what I meant, and I meant what I said, a President’s faithful, one hundred percent… unless your name is Bill.” :)
I’m feeling a bit better today. I think I might actually get more writing done, and who knows, maybe in the afternoon I’ll swim the English channel, and then take over France. The options are endless. :)
Oh! I almost forgot - I got a “cheerful letter or message” in the mail today. A Tiffany & Co. catalogue. I’m hoping that’s just the prelude, though, and a big whopping check will come tomorrow.
Here I am, sitting on my bedroom floor in the dark, and it’s around 2:30 in the morning. I’ve gotten back up after spending three hours in bed, trying desperately to get some sleep again. Still nothing. I had weird half-asleep dreams, though. You know, the kind of half-conscious thoughts that enter your head when you’re just about asleep. Then they get too interesting and I wake back up again. Am I the only person dealing with that? Anyway, the fact still remains that I’m not asleep at the moment, which really bothers me. I keep having this horrible feeling go through my heart, making it beat really fast, and that doesn’t help my situation much. I can’t explain it, either. It’s like my body’s telling me there’s something going on to be really depressed about, but I’m not sure what that is. Everything’s going pretty well, I just can’t convince myself of that. I just won $1,500 for goodness sake! I should be pinging off the walls with happiness. I’ve got great friends, I’ve got a plan for the future, multiple back-up plans if the first doesn’t work out, and I’ve got lots of things to keep me busy. I hate that heart-pounding-icky feeling. I woke up feeling that way today and it’s only gotten worse. I hope nothing bad happens tomorrow.
What I find horribly funny, though, is I’ve found myself having complete and total faith in that stupid fortune cookie message I got. How ridiculous is that? As I lay in bed, my heart going a mile a minute, I tried to convince myself that I shouldn’t be stressed. Why? Because, after all, I had a nice and cheerful message heading my way. Hehehe. I love absolutely ridiculous thoughts like that. My all-time favorite, though, was when I was recovering from having my toe amputated last year. It was around 3 o’clock on a Sunday morning and I had woken up because my leg jolted in my sleep, making my foot hurt like heck. So I started watching an old Katharine Hepburn movie, “Mary, Queen of Scots.” As I was lying there, trying to discern what was going on (mind, I was heavily doped up on pain meds as well as operating on only a few hhours of sleep), when the thought came to me, You know, I wonder if people who lived back then ever stopped and realized, ‘Hey, people will be making movies of us in a few hundred years’. A second after I thought that, a lovely three letter word came to mind: Duh. I laughed so hard I nearly hurt my foot again.
I’ve been working on the outline for my screenplay and it’s coming along nicely so far. I’ve had to stop, though, as my writing is deteriorating as it gets later and later. I tried to write “an old friend from her childhood” and ended up writing “an from and from her childhood.” When I wrote it I didn’t even realize I’d messed up, it was only when I went back through the paragraph for the third time that I caught it. See, I think I really am tired, my body just won’t admit it. I should be worn out, but nooooo.
Oh great, and now I’ve got the hiccups. Somebody scare me! Crap, no one’s online…
We just saw the nastiest ad on TV. All about a power shaver for hair… eeeeugh. Back hair is really disgusting. They showed a close-up of this guy’s back and holy crap, that was disgusting. Eeeeeeeeuuuuggh.
And that’s all I can think to say on the subject without grossing myself out even further.
I got some more work done on the screenplay, but I didn’t get any farther along in the story. I just decided to rewrite the beginning. It was awful. I think once I get going and can really get involved in the plot it’ll go much faster. I hope, anyway. :)
I can’t think of much else to write. I suppose I’m too awake, hehe. Time to watch the Daily Show, so I’m off. More later tonight, or tomorrow morning if you want to get all technical about it.
Okay, I wanna clarify something. I don’t mean that all people who write screenplays are “saps.” I just meant that’s what I’ve been told by other people. That’s all. Okay? Now don’t send me mad emails, okay? I don’t think we’re saps.
Insomnia. What fun, what fun! At least I decided to be productive this evening, rather than just frustrating myself by lying in bed, wishing that I’d be able to fall asleep.
I’ve got seventeen days. Seventeen days to finish an entry for a scholarship/contest thing. It’s for $30,000. And what do I have to write in 17 days? A screenplay. Yeah, it’s crazy, but I’ve already got it figured out. This idea came to me while I was in London. The absolute very last day full day I was there, I was getting onto a train at South Ealing station and boom, it hit me. Everything. It was entirely there, right down to the locations. I’ve been working on character development and names ever since I got back, but I’ve been delaying it for some strange reason. Partly because I felt stupid being yet another “sap” writing a screenplay. Everyone supposedly writes screenplays. I’ve even gotten grief about it. But who cares! For $30,000 bucks, I’ll take the heat. Even if my screenplay is crap, I don’t care, I’m still going to give it a shot. I doubt I’ll win, considering I’ve never written a screenplay before, but if it doesn’t work out, I’ll turn it into a novel. At least I know I’m not horrible at novel writing. :) But, it’s worth a shot. Who’d pass up a chance at $30,000 when they already have a half-decent idea for an entry? I’ll be working my butt off for the next 17 days, writing what I hope will be something worth a college education. It’d pay for almost everything for the next three years of schooling. And then if it gets turned into a movie… woohoo! :)
And, the funniest part of writing this particular screenplay is dreaming up the namesakes. :) Yup, that’s right, several of my friends will be playing key roles in the plot, and most of them don’t even know it. Past boyfriends, past crushes, good friends, arch-enemies, it’ll all be there. Heather’s life, fictionalized and turned into something nothing at all like Heather’s life. Hehehe.
Okay, this blog is rapidly deteriorating into my sleep-deprived rants and ramblings. But gosh it’s fun. :) I always enjoy writing these types of blog entries so much more than those soul-searching, sappy ones. I always get all embarassed after writing those, whereas with these I have a ready excuse - “It was 3am, I couldn’t sleep!” Now I can be as crazy as I want and you’ll all just have to understand. That’s what this blog is for anyway. I wanted a place where I could be ridiculous. So there. :-P
“A cheerful letter or message is on its way to you”
We got chinese food for dinner tonight because yet again, I didn’t feel like cooking. I’m rather worn out after caring for a sick brother, and now my dad’s back home and he’s still got the crud. I did the dishes, though, hehe. :) I’m a good sister, yup, yes I am.
So that was my fortune cookie up there. I think it’s a sign - I think my winning that $1,500 scholarship is a sign. It’s a good omen. I entered a novel I’ve been working on in this Scholastic Writing Scholarship Contest thing. I also entered two essays, my toe essay (edited a bit more than the online version, of course), and my favorite editorial from The Daily Prophet. I was able to enter the book in a category of its own, and then again in a “portfolio” section. If I win I’ll get a ton of money and I’ll get to publish my book. Woohoo! Yup, it’s a bodement, it’s a sign, whoopie… Hehehe.
Yup, that’s right, still tired.
I think that’s all for today. My brain is too far gone for good blog entries. Maybe something good will hit me tomorrow. Like a 6’3” brunette with a great accent… Hahahaha! Yup, I’m talkin’ to you William David Abbernathy Bennett Whats-Your-Name.
Hehe… guess what I did today. :) I got the London Log done finally! It’s all uploaded, thanks to Guan, and everything’s all set up. Check it out - http://www.heatherlawver.com/londonlog/ I don’t have HeatherLawver.com set up yet, but the London Log’s done. And all the pictures are up! Woohoo!
Other than that, I didn’t do much today. I sent a letter to the people who gave me the scholarship. I went to rehersal, got one sketch entirely figured out, and everything’s going pretty well. But, I’m feeling rather loopy today. My brain just isn’t working. I’m surprised I got the log done at all - if it’s full of typos, please excuse me. :)
I don’t really have much else to blog about today, my mind has just gone completely blank. I think I’ll go back to just watching Who’s Line. More tomorrow, hopefully. :)
Today is the best day ever! I got a letter today from a scholarship, telling me I’ve won $1,500 for college. How fantastic is that? Now I’ve got some more money for college, a little less to worry about, and things are going well. :)
And, even cooler, Guan just gave me 500mb of webspace for free! I love internet friends! Now I can host my pictures from my trip to London! Woohoo! Good thing I was working on that website this morning. I designed it ages ago and it was great to see it again. Now it’ll be up on the net at HeatherLawver.com. Should I move my blog too? Then i could have my personal site up and running! Yay!
I wonder if this day will get any better… I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
Since I’m too giddy to write clearly, I’m going to quit now before I make an idiot out of myself. Eeee! :)
Yay, I didn’t sleep in until 2 again! Despite my staying up until 3am working on typing up the last few blog entries from my trip to London, I was able to wake up at the bright and early hour of…12:00. I’m trying to work myself back to a respectable hour a little bit at a time. A shock to my sleeping schedule was what led to the 2 o’clock awakening, I’m not about to try it again.
Hmm, what shall I work on today… Now that the journal’s done I’d really like to get to work on the photo album for my trip. Right now the pictures are all jumbled together in two separate notebooks. I want to put the blog I wrote in with the pictures in some sense of order. But, I think I need to finish another set for the play first. I painted a bunch of little pictures for one set; a house for the Dr. Chinnery sketch from the League of Gentlemen. The walls looked rather bland, so I decided they needed an art collection. It’s nothing special - I did four 8 by 10’s in an hour and a half, so they aren’t museum-worthy. They’re cute, though, and bright enough that they’ll work. Now I just need to cut mats out from poster board and then that set will be entirely done. Woohoo! I’m a genius. :)
I’m very slowly catching the cold that’s circulating. My brother has it so bad that he thinks he has pneumonia, which is definitely not a good thing. Now I’m just feeling a little more congested day by day. Fun, fun, fun!
Since this entry is already a respectable size I think I’ll wait until later this afternoon to post another entry from the LondonLog. Or are they too long and nobody cares? Heck, I don’t need to take a poll, this is my blog, dang it! :) If I wanna post it, it’s going up. So there. :-P Hehehe.
Since I can’t sleep I decided to take care of something that’s been bothering me - I thought I’d lost my journal from my trip to London in November. My recurring dreams about the UK got me going about it, so I decided to go spelunking in all of my file boxes for the notebook where I’d scribbled down each day’s activities. I was supposed to turn all of these journal entries into a little “Meg’s Travels” website, complete with pictures, but I was so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of photos that I decided that was all just a bit silly. I didn’t have enough webspace to host all of those pictures. There were 19 rolls in all, and believe it or not, I lost a few. Sad, isn’t it? I mean, I had some great pictures from Windsor Castle, and I lost the stupid roll. I’m hoping Amber has it.
Anyway, the reason I’m bringing this up is because I promised my friends I’d post this somewhere, so when I get bored and can’t think of anything else to blog, I’ll post a certain entry from my trip to London. Here’s the first day. I’ll warn you, it’s pretty dang long. Read it at your own risk. :)
November 14, 2001
I arrived at Dulles International airport three hours early, in order to leave enough time for security. But, of course, I sailed right through without a single problem so I had just over two and a half hours of waiting to get started on. I got some chinese food in the terminal, then went to gate B40 and sat around writing ridiculous stuff. I was still trying to find the right style for this travel blog, and unfortunately I went through some pretty sad styles while I was listening to the Beatles to get into the UK mood.
For a little background, I’ve been dreaming of going to England ever since I was 11 years old. At that time I met David A. Hyland over the internet, who was, at the time, a Uni student at the University of Kent at Canterbury. (Naturally, I got a huge crush on him. How could I not?) He had created the infamous Big Green Button — a completely pointless yet oddly comical webpage. I emailed him about it to say that it was entertaining, he emailed back, I emailed him back, and we did that for about three and a half years. We became quite good friends, but then he met his wife-to-be and we kinda lost touch. Natural, since married-life is quite busy.
I never forgot David, though, and he sparked this infatuation with the UK, which then moved on to a Beatles obsession when I was 12, then the Harry Potter thing when I was 15, and finally reached a crescendo with DADA/PotterWar. In April of 2001 I was bent on getting to England, and even then I had a feeling that it’d all happen in November. I had friends to meet, and a nearly 6 year old dream to catch up on.
This trip very nearly didn’t happen. A bone infection in my left foot flared up this past year and was vying to keep me from going to England. In September I had my left big toe amputated, and I’m truly shocked and amazed that I’ve recovered fast enough to do this at all. But, I am of course very, very pleased. And, thanks to a contest I won sponsored by ArsDigita in June of 2001, I was able to fund nearly the entire trip on my own.
I sat in the airport switching between Beatles cds and watching the people walk by. I brought a lot of Beatles cds because it was all part of my mental London soundtrack; all part of the overall dream.
I wasn’t at all nervous about flying. Of course, if I had been flying to Orlando that day I would have been; their plane had some kind of fuel leak. I listened to the announcements about it and couldn’t believe that people were actually getting frustrated that it took about 45 minutes to fix the problem. If it had been my plane I would have happily waited all day for them to make sure it was safe to fly. But, of course, maybe I was a little too mellow from listening to “All You Need is Love.”
At 3:00 I got pretty bored of watching the people in the airport and making up stories about their lives, so I bought a copy of USA Today like the good little Harry Potter fan that I’m supposed to be. The Life section had a big pullout about the Harry Potter film. That didn’t make me particularly happy, but the front article did; it was about how a lot of kids in Washington, DC weren’t going to see the film because they were afraid of it ruining the imagination of the books. I know it’s evil of me, but that really made me happy. I suppose I’m still a little bit vindictive against Warner Brothers after the whole PotterWar thing.
I felt old after that; I started reading the Money section. What? You thought I bought it just for the pull-out, didn’t you? Hey, I’m sophisticated, I’m business-like, I’m mindful of the financial situation of our global economy. Yeah.
The plan was to meet up with my friend Amber Sexton, who’d be travelling with me to London for the grand adventure of it all. I arrived in Cincinnatti a bit late and ended up having to run all the way from the C concourse to the B concourse, and I only just made it in time. The sad part was I really had to go to the bathroom. But, just as I ran up to the gate and hugged Amber, they were about to finish boarding the plane. Bad luck for me. I suppose it was some form of survival training or something.
We watched Legally Blonde (“You too can go to Harvard Law School, just dial 1-800-EASY-LAW”). It was okay, but it reminded me of all the jokes I heard about that movie whilst in Cambridge, Mass. Harvard loaths that movie.
When the movie was over we started talking to “Joe Texan” and “Brian British”, two gents who were sitting in front of us. It was quite obvious that Joe Texan was mildly drunk. I had quite a bit of fun joking with them, but I don’t think Amber did. I love talking to people on airplanes, you never know who you’ll meet. For example, when I was flying from DC to Cincinnatti I was talking to a man from Kentucky. Pretty normal conversation, but when it lulled, I started ripping sqaure pieces of paper out of the skymall magazine and making origami flowers. Nothing complicated, but egads was he impressed. He started pulling over the flight attendants going, “Look at that! She graduated from highschool when she was twelve, you know. Genius!” It was hilarious. All I could think was, “It’s just a flower…” When we left the plane, I gave him one of the flowers I made. They were pretty cute, but they weren’t holding together well.
Joe Texan kept telling us about how different things are in England - he was most keen on how teeny the washing machines are. (He was really drunk by this point.) He then laughed, pointed at us and said to the British gentleman, “Hey, those two’ll fetch the Brit lads, eh?” He turned back to us and winked, saying, “You should get you some of them football players. You’ll have them fawnin’ all over yeh.” It was at this point that Amber poked me in the arm as I was laughing, and mouthed, “He’s really drunk.” It certainly made the flight more entertaining. :)
I have no idea what I’m going to write, but I’m bored and I’m way too awake to go to sleep, so here I am.
You know, Phish rocks. I’m listening to “Dirt” from their Farmhouse album right now and it’s really nice music. I’m not even sure how to classify it, it’s just Phish. This song always makes me want to write one of my novels because it fits really well with the tone of what I’ve been writing.
I’m dead bored. 11:00 and I’m really really bored. I should be working on finishing the editing job on my fan fic, but I just can’t stand to do it right now. My head hurts too much to deal with Harry Potter. I should be updating my site, but I don’t feel like it. I need sponsorship so I can automate the darn thing. Thanks to my friend Sam I’ve found a webhoster that’s not too expensive. I could afford the hosting, it’s just paying the programmers that’s going to get expensive. Oh how I wish I had a male friend I could charm and then wrap around my pinky finger and get him to do it for free… Oh my, did I really say that? Hehehe. Yeah, that’s right, I’m talkin’ to you, buddy boy.
Oh dear, I think I need to stop blogging. This is getting insane.
I had another lovely dream about London last night. It was so nice, in fact, that I didn’t bother to interrupt it until 2:00 in the afternoon. Yup, that’s right, I slept straight through until 2:00. I suppose I was more tired than I thought yesterday after having to wake up so early for the ACT… then I stayed up until 1:30 in the morning. :)
Anyway, so this dream about London, I dreamt that I was there with my mom again, but this time it looked nothing like London. I was in “New Westminster” and there were all sorts of gorgeous buildings and huge statues. One place that did look the same was the Royal Mews, which had been moved to New Westminster for some reason. I had a lovely private tour of the Royal Mews, given by some member of the royal family. Don’t ask me who, I certainly didn’t recognize him. On the tour I was introduced to Mr. Morgan, an actual man I spoke to at the real Royal Mews when I was in real London in November. We talked for a while, I got to pet the horses, then we all went to dinner. It was rather strange. Everything seemed so real, and it really felt like I was in London, but it looked nothing like it. I love dreams where I’m in places that I miss, doing interesting things. Even if they are a bit strange, it’s more entertaining than those dreams that make no sense whatsoever.
I’ve got to go make dinner now, which isn’t something I’m looking forward to because a certain someone is getting cranky about it. It’s all well and good taking care of someone when they appreciate it…
Good news - my medical insurance is going to pay a huge chunk of the bill from my prosthetic toe! It was going to cost me $4,200, meaning all of that money was going to come out of my London fund, but now the insurance company’s paying 80% of it. I’m quite excited because now I’m going to get to go back to England. Later this spring I’ll be touring around Bournemouth, Cambridge, possibly Leeds, and maybe even Edinburgh if I can con Alastair into it. :) I’m excited about it, I’ve missed England and that lovely voice telling me to mind the gap.
I took the ACT this morning. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be. The english section was eeeeasy, especially since there weren’t any of those “this is to that, as that is to this” metaphor thingies. Those were pretty stupid. Sadly there really was a math section. What were all those people talking about who told me there wasn’t any math in it?! Getting me all worked up for nothin… hehehe. At least it was mostly english. Even the “science reasoning” part was pretty much reading comprehension, and “can you read a graph?” I’m pretty confident that my score will be much better on the ACT than my SAT score.
Speaking of that, yup, my SAT scores came today. I didn’t do as horribly as I expected, but the score still isn’t anything to get excited about. I got an 1100 total, which is what I was shooting for. (Okay, technically I was just shooting to break a thousand, tee hee. What can I say? I’ve never tested well, I hate time limits, and I didn’t have time to study up for that math.) So, I got a 650 on the verbal, which puts me in the 89th percentile for the nation, 88 for the state. And math… foreboding drumroll please… 450. How sad is that? I’m in the 28th percentile for the nation, 32 state. Well, when you put it into context, it’s not too bad. I’ve never taken anything more complex than algebra, I didn’t study, and ever since the brain infection I’ve lost all memory of mathematical procedures. My friend Sam tutored me for a while last year. We worked on algebra for hours until I could finally get through a whole set of problems without any difficulty. Then we took a break so he could teach me some martial arts. After thirty minutes I went back to the math and whoosh, all gone. I completely forgot everything I had just been able to do not half an hour before. Crazy, isn’t it? But I’m okay with that, cause I’ms a goods at da english. :)
That was a joke, by the way. That was my repartee of jocularity. :-P
I just saw a bit of a show about Monty Python and it turns out Graham Chapman climbed up one of the very roads in Ealing that my friend Amber and I walked on nearly every day while I was in London. That’s rather… something, not sure what. It’s interesting, though. :) This show’s pretty neat - it’s PythonLand, Michael Palin going around England to where certain sketches were filmed. I wish I could have caught all of that. Ah well, I bet they’ll show it again. :)
I had a pleasant dream last night. I went to London, walked around Gloucester Road, stopped at my favorite pizza place for dinner, then went to the Tate Modern. Everything was pretty accurate, except I’ve never been to the Tate museum. :) If it’s what was in my dreams, holy cow! Awesome architecture. Although, I doubt they could get away with it. There were curved floors on the second story that curled up at the edges before creating this half-egg shape to open up to the bottom floor foyer. I don’t think I’m describing it very well. If I ever get through that architectural drawing text book I’ll try to draw it.
You know, I’d be an architect if I didn’t hate math so much. I would absolutely love designing buildings and such. One of my favorite places is Home Depot for goodness sake! Hehehe.
The ending of my fan fic is stressing me out. My friend Sujit did a wonderful thing for me and just edited the entire book, and he really edited it. He fixed punctuation, took out esoteric words, reworked crappy sentences, etc etc. It’s what the fan fic really needed because I’ve read that thing so many times I just look over that sort of thing. But now to the ending. It’s still way too rushed. I think I’ll give it one final work-over and then just declare it done. I think I’ve lost Potter fever. It’s rather sad in a way, as it has severely affected my wrting and my drive to update the Daily Prophet. I’m slightly worried about where that will take the DP. I don’t want to let it drop off into oblivion, but on the other hand it’s getting incredibly difficult to update it as often as I’d like. For heaven’s sake, over 75 children. I have to manage over 75 children and still manage to have a life. It’s just craziness. I think what I need to do is find the money for the server I need and get the expansion underway. That way it’ll entice my interest again, and when it’s over it won’t be as much work for me. It’ll be a little more automated. I like that idea, now it’s just a matter of getting money. Oh Mr. Platonic Sugar Daddy, where are you when my site needs you? Hahaha.
Hmm, what else did I do today… I painted a set for the little church play I’m doing. I’ve been taking care of my brother since he’s sick as a dog. Thankfully I haven’t succumbed to the cold yet, but I think I’m in for it. I’m such a good sister - I made him dinner two nights in a row, I went up and down stairs all day getting him stuff, and I even… are you ready for this? I mixed up orange juice for him! Not the wussie kind where it’s all liquidy and stuff. Oh no no no, I had to get frostbite trying to squeeze out the frozen concentrate. Yeah, I rule. :)
Mmm… Steve just mentioned girl scout cookies… evil, evil boy. Now I’m craving Thin Mints. Nooo! And I’ve been behaving so well. :)
New favorite movie line: “Pardon me, your husband is showing.” Steven and I are watching “Gilda” because we both have intensely sore throats and high fevers. Seems like dear old daddy bestowed his horrid cold upon us. But, I’m afraid I’m kind of phasing in and out of the movie and now I have completely lost the plot except that Gilda’s married, and yet is still very flirtatious. Her husband seems creepy as heck, Glenn Ford really likes her I think but they have some sort of ‘history’, and the whole thing has something to do with a casino. There we go, Heather’s haphazard, half-witted review of Gilda. :)
A friend of mine has a new site up, and it’s rather depressing to read. I feel quite bad for him. Several rocky relationships and… well, it’s just sad. I feel bad for him. And at 1:08am that’s all I can think to say.
Gilda just called the waiter “awfully cute.” I think I should talk like her. I’ll have to work on that.
You know, I really think we should have another World’s Fair. I just saw another special about them and that silly feeling keeps nagging me that started last year when Steve and I happened to see an old reel from the 1933 (I think it was) Fair about the “Futuristic World of 1960.” They were so awesome - the architecture, the adventure, the awe, it was so exciting. I’ve never been to one, obviously, but I love looking at old reels from them. They seemed so exciting, and it really seemed to challenge architects, scientists, artists, all sorts of people. I love the grounds of the fairs especially. The huge monuments, the art deco statues that were positively huge, the amazing water fountains, all of it. Some people argue that we don’t have them anymore because we’re already such an interconnected society that we all know about the latest in technology anyway, and that we all know where the world is going. Yeah right. The world may be smaller than it was in the 1930s, but we all don’t know everything about the latest in technology. I saw dozens of interesting things at MIT that I hadn’t heard anything about at all, and I usually keep up on these sorts of things. For example, how many people are aware of the latest developments in the field of fiberoptics in fabric? How about the internet handshake? How about the latest in holographics? Computerized camouflage? Internet development? Space tourism? Concept cars?! There are tons of things in development that only make it into the odd 2 minutes left over during CNN Headline News. There just aren’t enough spare minutes to cover it all! And besides, it’s so much more exciting to step up to the latest technology and experience it in person! We so need a new world’s fair. We could start with a look back at what we thought the future would be back in 1933, we could walk through the past, go into how it progressed to modern day, and then move into Tomorrow Land, where the cars are sleak, and the computers are smaller than my fingernails. It’d be awesome! If I ever have a ton of money I’m going to start one. Yeah.
So I watched Survivor. I’m all mad they booted off Gina. That’s all I’m saying about it. Ah, the parents are gone, watch out, the Lawver kids are gettin’ crrraaaazzzyyy. Hehehe.
I can’t think of much else to blog about, so I’ll go back to watching The Cosby Show. Ah, the parents are gone
I’m not sure what I’m going to blog about right now, but I felt like writing and I need to calm down for a minute before leaving my room.
My parents are going out of town tomorrow to go to my Grandmother’s 90th birthday party. It’s been quite the decision-making process to determine who should go and who shouldn’t. To put it nicely, I haven’t seen my Grandmother - this Grandmother, I mean - since… geeze, I can’t even remember when. All I’ve heard are rude stories about her, but now I’m not sure what to believe, you know? Anyway, it was decided that I didn’t really feel like flying so I’m not going, so it’ll be just my mom and dad. This’ll be nice for a while, a nice break for Steve and I to see how we operate without the parents around. I think we’ll do fine. Here’s an example to illustrate; on Sunday we played Compatibility. We had some missionaries over, they were a team. Then my mom and her friend from Arizona were a team, and Steve and I were the final team. Steve and I beat the socks off the other teams by a long shot. I think we broke some kind of compatibility record or something. Even though he and I don’t behave the same way all the time, we think alike, or at least are able to tell what each other are thinking. I think the house will be lovely, calm, and peaceful for a while. It’ll be nice.
My shoulder’s sore. (I’m babbling, trying to think of what to write.) I stayed up late last night working on character backgrounds for a stupid script I’m writing. An idea came to me while I was in London, so I figured I’d write it just for the heck of it. Apparantly I still need more writing practice as my friend Sujit has informed me that I use way too many commas. I want to work out that kink before I work on my other important novel. The only problem with the script is it’s set in London, and it makes me want to go back really badly. I don’t want to wait until next year to go there for University, but on the other hand, I don’t want to go to school that soon. I just want to go to London and not go to school. That would be the best of both worlds.
Ideally I’d like to go work for Colefax and Fowler for a while. (They’re a big design firm in London.) I’d love that. I got a copy of Architectural Digest today and there was a big ad for C&F in there… ah. That would be heaven. Their main market consists of fabric and wallpapers, but they also deal in antiques and interior design. I think I’d want to work in one of the latter two options. I really love antiques, but I think I’d enjoy the actual design better.
Speaking of all that, I need to call Mary Douglas-Drysdale. I went to a home show a while ago and met Laurie Smith from Trading Spaces. She got all excited when I said I want to be a designer, and started recommending some designers I should intern with. She was most insistant about Ms. Douglas-Drysdale and C&F. I need to start working on that. Maybe this weekend.
I think I’ve babbled long enough.
I’m feeling a little better today, but I’m still feeling a tad bit slow mentally. Last night I went to rehersal for this play I’m supposed to direct for my little church congregation (no, it’s not a churchy thing - it’s mostly League of Gentlemen and Monty Python sketches, with some Rowan Atkinson and Hugh Laurie thrown in. And then a Marilyn Monroe musical number performed by me. Geeze, this is sounding blasphemous, hehe.) Anyway, so I went to rehersal, and this girl who’s in the Rowan Atkinson sketch asked me a question. I didn’t hear it the first time, so I said “Pardon?” She said it again, and I still couldn’t hear it. She said it perfectly clear, it was all in my head. Weirdness. I’m still not sure what she asked.
I need one more comedy sketch for the play thing. I’m thinking of doing a Mr. Bean sketch where he falls asleep during church. I think it’d be hilarious. We’ve certainly got the right guy for it. He doesn’t look at all like Mr. Bean, which is very much in his favor, but he’s tall so he’d do the physical comedy well. Now, if you’re thinking that’s too much Rowan Atkinson, no worries, the other Atkinson sketch has nothing to do with Mr. Bean. It’s more like Blackadder. It’s a sketch he and Hugh Laurie did at an AIDS benefit thing. It’s a meeting between William Shakespeare and his agent. Very funny stuff, especially considering we have a family in the ward who does Shakespeare stuff quite often. They’re performing it, so it should be quite hilarious. They’ve got the emotions down pat. Mind, I’d love to do something ala Are You Being Served? but I doubt we could find something to do in sketch format. Too bad. In this past week I’ve become rather addicted to that show. I used to hate it when my brothers would watch it constantly, but now I’m actually old enough to get the humor.
Or humour, since it’s British. :)
Abbott & Costello stuff might be good too. I suppose I’ll have to do some more research…
According to Kevin, Rob Morrow as Richard Goodwin would have said “neener, neener, neener,” only with his horrid fake accent, it would have sounded like a British ambulance - “neenah, neenah, neenah.” :) Cute, Kev.
I just love blogging while flipping between The Daily Show and Changing Rooms. Ah, fun, fun, fun. And Michael Jewitt’s on Changing Rooms. That guy’s accent is hilarious, I just love it. And speaking of Changing Rooms, that’s one of the leading queries that brings people to my blog. I’m almost always in the top ten. There you go, Bazal, what more evidence do you need? You need to hire me to be on Changing Rooms. Yup, that’s what you need to do. I’m already in the top ten for search results on Google.com and .co.uk, and even the BBC’s search engine!! If you search for Grahame Wynne, you get me. Laurence Llewlyn-Bowen, you get me. I was even in the top ten for Carol Smilie and I have no idea how it happened. See? It’s prophetic. All of these people know I could be great on Changing Rooms. So, hire me. Or, better yet, let me have a whack at Changing Rooms for a few seasons, then give me my own show! Yeah, that’s the ticket! :) Tee hee.
You know what’s sad? I fell again today. I went tumbling down the stairs, but thankfully I caught myself halfway down right before I went head over heals. I kind of pulled out my shoulder while doing that, but I met it out okay with only a sore shoulder, and a bruised bottom. Stupid sleepiness. I didn’t get any sleep last night. Hopefully tonight will be better. I’ll watch Keeping Up Appearances and then toddle off to bed.
I came to a funny realization today; all of my favorite movies have to do with someone standing up for something. That whole Underdog syndrome. Hey, come to think of it, I always liked that Underdog cartoon…
Great, now I have the Underdog theme stuck in my head. :)
But seriously. DirecTV went out at my house for some reason tonight, and I felt like vegging as my brain decided to quit working today. I decided to watch a movie instead, and since I hadn’t seen ‘Quiz Show’ in a while I thought I’d watch that again. It’s one of my favorite movies, and I was never quite sure why. It doesn’t have any action, no ‘splosions, no swash-buckling guys leaping around fightin’ each other. It’s just a movie I enjoy. It finally hit me when I saw Rob Morrow (playing Richard Goodwin) looking out at whoever it was that played Dan Enright, right near the end of the movie during the hearing. I suddenly realized that if I could look Diane Nelson right in the eyes, or Phil Lotane, I would give them the exact same look Rob Morrow was giving that television producer. That same feeling of “I’ve got you, neener neener neener.” (Although, of course, Dick Goodwin was a Harvard grad, so I’m sure he would leave out the ‘neener’ part.) :) But it’s just that exact same feeling of accomplishment. That same feeling of helping the underdog. No wonder my two favorite movies are The Power of One and Quiz Show. I hadn’t even made that connection before.
Although, Ralph Fiennes might have something to do with the latter. :) You know, I used to wonder why he sounded so mumbly in that movie. That guy’s a Shakespearean actor, you’d think he’d speak clearly for how well renowned he is. Then it hit me; he was trying to do an American accent. How funny is that? When Americans do British accents, we just hold out the vowel sounds until it takes ages to say things like “call” (i.e. “caaaaaawwwwlllll”) and “how are you” (i.e. “how aaaaarrrre you”). But when Brits do Americanese, they mumble. I think that’s hilarious.
Thus ends yet another late-night blog. I hope it was sufficiently silly for you. I’m sure I’ll think of more silly things to say on the subjects of the evening by tomorrow morning. I know there was something I meant to say but I’m forgetting. Ah well, the neglected statements shall be ratified at morning’s light. Big enough words for you? That’s what you get when I blog after writing a serious business letter. Neener neener neener. :)
