I'm writing that primarily to remind myself that it is, indeed, Halloween. It's gray and cold and gloomy today - perfect for a spooky night, but a spooky morning this ain't. The only scary thing that's happened so far was me waking up with this realization:
"I HAVE TO GET OUT OF BED?"
My bed was so warm. And I was so sleepy. And I'm still so sleepy. And I still can't believe I'm not in bed and I want to be back there NOW.
Fortunately, today is a light day, since I'm ::coughditchingclasscough:: tonight, leaving me with only a science lab and guitar class to survive before I can go home and get back into bed for a few hours before going to the West Hollywood Carnaval. I've only been once before, but we got there when it was dying down and it was STILL insane. I'm looking forward to much more insanity tonight. Especially given that I'll probably stay at home tomorrow night and watch TV. *g*
My roommate gave me a great, WeHo-appropriate idea - I'm going as a candy raver, complete with green wig, baggy pants, and sparkles. Primarily because I have a green wig, baggy pants, and sparkles. There will be pictures, oh yes.
Last night, Alison and I went to a NaNowRiMo mixer, which was filled with all sorts of fun characters. But, by chance, we happened to meet The Fanboy's Dream - a beautiful, geeky woman who happens to be an assistant to hewhowrotethexfilesepisodewiththegoatsucker (real name omitted for fear of saying-too-much). For real. She was impressed that a) we'd both seen all of season 9, b) didn't necessarily hate her boss, and c) were female - we talked for nearly an hour about any number of geeky things, ranging from Jonathan Franzen to the San Diego ComicCon to Scott Bakula's puppy on Enterprise. We exchanged numbers, and so Alison and I are currently trying to figure out how to hang out with her more, so as to slowly reveal our deep, intense love for her.
Oh, and so it looks like I'm really going to try and write a novel in a month - along with completing a screenplay, a Six Feet Under, and the last of my classwork.
This'll be pretty funny. A comedy of errors, at least.
Now, to fetch the guitar and go to class. And soon, partying!
So, as my brother has a blog now, my tuckus is kicked into updating my own.
There's not a lot to say, though.
Brought the laptop to school today, and during my downtime I poked at my screenplay from last year and a TV spec I wrote. After coming to the conclusion that these things don't suck, I then attempted to get up the nerve to email a manager who spoke in my class last week. He promised that he would read anything we sent them...
It's odd. I know my writing is good, especially in comparison to much of the other material out there. But I'm feeling rather timid about this whole process of getting an agent.
That's something I haven't written much about - life post-graduation, Liz vs. the Industry, aka Please please please be my agent and represent me and find me paying work as a writer!
For another day. Now, I must work. And watch Angel. Only two days late!
-Midterms. Why did it have to be midterms? -I just signed up for National Novel Writing Month. Sure, I'll probably fail spectacularly. But wouldn't it be cool if I didn't? -This semester is going surprisingly well. The I-want-to-die factor is surprisingly minimal. I am, unsurprisingly, pleased. -My classes next semester should be fun. I'll be learning to writing songs, plays, and possibly video games before they decide to kick me out into the real world. Hey, is there any other form of writing left to try? I've got some level of experience in poetry, journalism, novels, screenplay, short stories, essays, even a bit of technical writing... -Heh. I rule. -My level of ego, I feel, is directly proportional to the amount of caffeine in my bloodstream. God bless Starbucks. -I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. The question is, though - where am I spending it? -Last night, I watched The Bachelor while studying for my midterm (as Game 4 was over, and the women of Qwmar are not condusive to memorizing information about special relativity). I still feel dirty. -Having finally seen The War Room (for documentary class), I have to admit to a small, helpless crush on George Stephanopolis (spelling may not be correct). He's so boyish! And yet so studly, with his crazy political ways. I know nothing else about him besides what was in the documentary, though, so I may quickly lose interest. -Have you read Molly Ivins' FANTASTIC column from Tuesday? And are you a friend of UNFPA? Because I'm going to be one, soon. -It is now time for me to remember what notes are in which guitar chords - preferably before my midterm in fifty minutes. -Midterms. Why did it have to be midterms?
You know perfectly well that writing a journal entry is not going to solve your problems. No matter how many movies you see, no matter how many TV shows you watch, your outline is still going to be due tomorrow. It won't write itself.
Sure, take five minutes and point out that the Starbucks they drove past on Boomtown tonight was the Starbucks a mere two blocks from your apartment - the Starbucks, in fact, that you dearly wish was still open. Sure, chortle at the fact that you're not the only one to quote Yoda obsessively.
But for the love of Pete, that's it, okay? You have to be up early tomorrow. You have stuff to do. Things to obsess over. Sleep to, well, sleep.
So stop downloading music, unplug your laptop, and sit on your bed and finish what you've started. NOW.
I've updated the reviews page as well. One of the reasons why I didn't keep it up this summer was that no one seemed to be reading it - but we're going to try again, gosh darn it. I'm going to try and be more current - write up quick comments on whatever I've seen as I see it. I did some catch-up -- didn't really see a lot of movies in August or September, really -- and now I'm ready to tackle the holiday season.
Oh, how I love movies.
So, this is GFB 2.0 - hopefully, the change isn't too jarring. Dad made a point about the disjointed rollovers being disconcerting, and while I like the effect too much to give up on it immediately, I'm wondering what y'all think. Is the yellow less bright now? Is there anything you'd like to see changed?
Yes, the USA may not be a democracy (technically, it's a republican democracy that grows more autocratic by the day), but we here at GFB are all about the voice of the people. Or person. *g*
And now, there is homework to be done. And the World Series to watch. Go Giants!
The problem with being busy and tired is that it often leads you without much to say. Hence, lack of updating, and my apologies.
But! If anyone has any Halloween costume ideas for me, please speak up, as there's a party I have to go to tomorrow and the day itself is fast approaching. I have a box of red hair dye and not a lot of extra cash, but a pretty eclectic wardrobe that make me anything from a hippie to vampire.
All my suit stuff is at home, though, so no Scully for me. ::sigh::
Quick notes for a real entry: -SO. MANY. MOVIES. -SO. MUCH. HOMEWORK. -I love TV, but some of these shows have to stop being good. -Reason #5 I've been losing sleep. Thoughts? -I'm pretty tired -I have no idea who I am. -I have to go see another movie now. *g*
You know quizzes are taking over when the Guardianis doing it.
I'm so amused: Are you living in a Ken Loach film?
Not quite. While your life bears some vague similarities to a Ken Loach production, it's altogether too noisy, extrovert, posturing and (dare we say it) American to qualify for the kitchen-sink treatment. Instead, your biopic will be directed by some New York indie director and set primarily in Brooklyn. Those currently auditioning to play you include Ben Stiller, John Cusack, Chloe Sevigny and Christine Keener.
For the record, I have no clue what it means to have a father who's a rolling stone (though I do like the song), but "Mom is a kooky, no-nonsense eccentric with a heart of gold" kinda fits mine pretty well. *g*
I mean that in a good way, Mom.
Oh, god. I meant to tackle the email pile this morning. Stupid Internet, getting me sidetracked...
At least it's starting to average out. Last night was scary, though - early to bed and then I still couldn't get up in the morning. I guess I'm making up for Sunday, when I had an assignment due that couldn't be put off any longer. Roomie and I both had big things to work on, so we ended up doing a collaborative thing - I told her what questions to ask for her interview the next day, and she helped me write an outline for my screenplay. It was a vaguely successful night. Just not a sleep-filled one.
This is a shout-out to my dear buddy Nicky, who will understand that soon, soon there will be delightful email for her. Soon. But sadly, not now.
This marks my first month as a writer for Bookslut - I'm writing a column about book-to-movie adaptations, plus reviewing - so far, the column's called Adaptation Slut, which kinda is horrible. So if you can think of anything better and you email Jessa and tell her, then you could win a Amazon.com gift certificate. So get to it, smart people!
I'm still deliberating the topic for next month, and it's gotten more complicated by the fact that during my downtime on campus, I've been watching the A&E Pride & Prejudice, adored by Bridget Jones and, if the plot of BJD is anything to gage by, Helen Fielding itself. Never realized how much BJD borrows from Austen - it almost puts Clueless to shame.
An adaptation of an adaptation of an adaptation? My head hurts. Maybe I'll just do Harry Potter instead.
We're covering relativity in my science class, and for some reason I understand it pretty well. Maybe it's the result of a lifetime of Star Trek watching. Who knew?
Speaking of Star Trek, your interesting fun fact for today: Gates McFadden was a Muppeteer for Jim Henson in the early years of her career, as well as doing choreography for Labrynth and The Dark Crystal -- explaining many things, including the Tinest Cameo Ever in The Muppets Take Manhattan. This means that not only was she a regular on a high-rated syndicated show, a professional dancer, and one of the few women on Star Trek to smooch Picard -- but she also got to play with MUPPETS.
That's a life I wouldn't mind having.
Time for me to lay down and read about relativity some more. Maybe I'll find out that I don't understand it, after all. Given the level my brain is working on today, this would not surprise me.