Not Much, So Much

Not much to talk about unless you're interested in my mental state (which is most unentertaining.) Basically, I decided to ignore my alarm...and proceeded to awake at 9:50. What time does my first class start? 10! So, after 1 minute of profanity, I realized I had not much time to spare and I actually managed to throw on a clean shirt, dash across campus, and make it at 10:01. And my teacher doesn't mark minor tardies...how lucky/good am I? Very, you answer.

So I went through classes, which were a tad bit more entertaining just because we're doing scenes and I got to freely act ridiculous. It was wonderful. I also got my scene compared to the teacher with early SNL, the days of John Belushi, Gildna Radner, Bill Murray etc, you know, the good days. (I was most pleased that I could be considered humorous for 3 minutes) Also, reading for other people's scenes was quite fun as well- for example, I got to be a mental case woman was about to go home with/date a racist, bloodsucking, man-killing, overthetop offensive perv, but refused in the end when she found out he liked The WHO because Keith Moon threw his drumset into the crowd and killed her brother...profound, yes. Hilarious to read? You bet.

So- I had a writing conference with one of my favorite teachers here and he gave me a bunch of new ideas in the way of directions to go on the short story I've been working on about my Uncle in the past year. I was so full of ideas for it that for once I actually started writing before midnight (I tend to do that...and apparently its because my senses and inner critic who slow me down are dulled. So yes! There is method to my inherent madness.)

But writing this- its heavy, always is, probably always will be, and every time I come back to it I forget. Funny thing is, the character thats supposed to be me, is really just the narrarrator and the little kid with no idea whats going on. I have little to do with it at all...but either my allergies are back (which is completely plausable as you would not BELIEVE the gross suprises in here) or my eyes were welling up....like I said, its quite the heavy thing.

And I believe I must depart now...as the roomates are screeching over cockroaches again (hey, ya live in New York City, ya better lower your expectations. I was on a run throughout campus the other night and I almost leaped right on to a rat scurring across my path...didn't even flinch.)

And here- a random photograph from my excursion across the great brooklyn bridge...because, well, pictures are fun and attention grabbing...


Lights at night....baaaaaaddd photo subjects. The end.