Hi I’m a senior in college now
First posted here in 2013, Zero Hour is a story about Sam and Jamie, two teenagers who survive a school shooting.
I’ve submitted about 15 pages of (mostly new stuff) Zero Hour for a class critique that’s tomorrow. I really hope it goes well. I’ve been listening to Peter Gabriel’s cover of David Bowie’s “Heroes” to get the creative and emotional juices flowing. Hopefully it worked.
For some reason waiting five days to text back a girl who evidently liked me. I’m such a fucking idiot.
Holy uncanny valley Batman. This approaches Smashing Pumpkins’ Disarm levels of creepiness.
I just spent $50.00 on a bottle of champagne that wasn’t even that good. Learning experience, as this is my first New Year’s Eve where I can legally drink.
I developed RSI of the right shoulder in September. I spent the month in a haze of muscle relaxants and pain killers, correcting my posture to regain power and control of the right arm. My dreams of being the ultimate Keyboard Jockey the internet has ever seen died that month.
On November 6th, I attended 'sound Reasons' fest at the Goethe-Institut, the wing of German government fostering international cultural exchange. Trust ze Germans to host an evening of sound that 'civilized' ears would use for torture. I am sincerely thankful to them because I cannot expect commercial establishments…
Thanks for introducing me to some great movies and music folks. I've learnt a lot.
Just like kids, I only find others' pets cute. I can't take care of a child or pet when I barely have the motivation to wash up after myself. I get small doses of cuteness when my friends who do keep pets bring one of them by.
And here's a lovely pic my fiancé snapped on the shores of Lake Erie. "You had been making a pretty face," he said. Unfortunately it wasn't caught in time.
Last weekend I went to a party where the DJ was spinning electro-house on vinyl. He had brought at least three crates of remixes. This guy used to play at a club downtown which shutdown some time ago. I remember that scene from my early years in college.
I just slept for 15 hours. My sweet guy is visiting and has put up with crankiness all week. Not directed at him, but I feel bad that his June visit was clouded by Interngate and Interviewgate as well as my very slow recovery from a cold.
I have an overbearing intern.
That rat bastard pineappler is gunning for my Gawker crush. can't challenge him to a duel since his second will be that civil war reenactor JohhnySqueeze-the-weasel. I've heard some fucked up stories about that dood. Supposedly he has a militia of six thousand elephants he stole from Nugent's farm.
It wasn't entirely my fault though. A girl came in with a see through top. I was kind of distracted.
Am currently purging closets and doing laundry. Trying not to be overwhelmed by the giant mess I created. But it felt GOOD to donate a huge sack of clothes today and I'm putting together another, trying to be as ruthless as humanly possible. Fiancé has also put a bunch of boxes in "his" room and that reminds me of…
It's just me, talking to myself, about music to be featured in a movie that I already know will not live up to my expectations.
Mom is being just as awesome about this wedding as she was about the last one, when she wrote in an email on which my sister was cc'd that it was her "first marriage" at 36, "believe it or not."
I've found out. And it's pretty gross.