I am INCREDIBLY bored. Like, it almost is painful. I need to get out. Someone hang out with me tomorrow. Hell i'll pay someone to. Boredom is SO fucking boring.
So the semester is Tuesday, & i feel horribly unprepared, but i'm going for it. Shouldn't be too book-heavy, which is nice. And i'm totally happy with the lineup this time around, which never happens. But i'm mostly stoked about radio. Podcasts & fun, useful stuff this semester, PLUS a doorway to employment when i move into the city where i'm lead to believe radio stations are. So i'm looking forward to that.
Basically nothing has gone on since i got back, because it seems like everyone is off doing other things, & i have nothing worth doing. Well, outside of throwing stuff at the wall, which got old. And ditching Mormons.
So yes, this blog has sucked pretty hard. I was going to post a story, however i don't know how good it is. I mean, when i first wrote it, i loved it, but as time has gone on...just seems kinda there. Outside of the fact it's basically a combination of autobiographical events & Who songs, it really isn't bad, i guess. I just don't know if i want to post it here. Even though i posted it in Writer's Anonymous a year ago. Maybe i'll post it. Even though it isn't that good. It's either that one or the one i wrote in like twenty minutes to see if i could. That one turned out decent, however is much darker than most of the stuff i've written & i don't want to come off like a weirdo. Eh.
I don't know what depresses me most about Evan Rachel Wood possibly banging Manson: the fact Manson & I seem to have similar taste in women, or the fact that another of my current celebrity top five is out (Sarah Chalke, then Evan. Here's hoping Zooey Deschanel doesn't drop off next).
Debated seeing "Primeval", then found out the "most prolific serial killer in history" is a fucking crocodile. That isn't a spoiler, by the way, as far as i'm concerned because the commercials go out of their way to dupe people into thinking it's a slasher flick. So it's a heads up. At least "Lake Placid" had Betty White cursing. This one just has fucking Orlando Jones.
Anyway, yeah, i'll stop wasting your life now. The story here is the dark one, because having read it again, i enjoyed it. The other one needs editing. No one take this literally, because it's only a story. I wrote this in twenty minutes to see if i could a few years back, as both a challenge to myself & to the staff of the Redlands program. They were still slightly convinced i was crazy, & where almost confused when i wasn't. Even better was how weird they thought i was since i wrote things with a sense of humor. So i kinda wanted to fuck with them. It was a weird time. Anyway, not based on anyone, just me fucking around.
So the semester is Tuesday, & i feel horribly unprepared, but i'm going for it. Shouldn't be too book-heavy, which is nice. And i'm totally happy with the lineup this time around, which never happens. But i'm mostly stoked about radio. Podcasts & fun, useful stuff this semester, PLUS a doorway to employment when i move into the city where i'm lead to believe radio stations are. So i'm looking forward to that.
Basically nothing has gone on since i got back, because it seems like everyone is off doing other things, & i have nothing worth doing. Well, outside of throwing stuff at the wall, which got old. And ditching Mormons.
So yes, this blog has sucked pretty hard. I was going to post a story, however i don't know how good it is. I mean, when i first wrote it, i loved it, but as time has gone on...just seems kinda there. Outside of the fact it's basically a combination of autobiographical events & Who songs, it really isn't bad, i guess. I just don't know if i want to post it here. Even though i posted it in Writer's Anonymous a year ago. Maybe i'll post it. Even though it isn't that good. It's either that one or the one i wrote in like twenty minutes to see if i could. That one turned out decent, however is much darker than most of the stuff i've written & i don't want to come off like a weirdo. Eh.
I don't know what depresses me most about Evan Rachel Wood possibly banging Manson: the fact Manson & I seem to have similar taste in women, or the fact that another of my current celebrity top five is out (Sarah Chalke, then Evan. Here's hoping Zooey Deschanel doesn't drop off next).
Debated seeing "Primeval", then found out the "most prolific serial killer in history" is a fucking crocodile. That isn't a spoiler, by the way, as far as i'm concerned because the commercials go out of their way to dupe people into thinking it's a slasher flick. So it's a heads up. At least "Lake Placid" had Betty White cursing. This one just has fucking Orlando Jones.
Anyway, yeah, i'll stop wasting your life now. The story here is the dark one, because having read it again, i enjoyed it. The other one needs editing. No one take this literally, because it's only a story. I wrote this in twenty minutes to see if i could a few years back, as both a challenge to myself & to the staff of the Redlands program. They were still slightly convinced i was crazy, & where almost confused when i wasn't. Even better was how weird they thought i was since i wrote things with a sense of humor. So i kinda wanted to fuck with them. It was a weird time. Anyway, not based on anyone, just me fucking around.
I don't hate that one whatsoever. Anyway, yeah, i'll really end this now. If ANYONE wants to hang out & do ANYTHING, let me know.