Sleep and other things (but mostly sleep)

I went to sleep around 10:30 last night. I didn't really want to, but I had nothing else to do. I woke up inexplicably and completely at 2:30 am and could not go back to sleep. So, I spent the next 3ish hours reading and working on a script. I finally fell asleep again at about 5:30, and woke up about five hours later. Why am I telling you all this? Because I'm boring, and have nothing to say. But also as a warning. Don't go to sleep before 11pm. Ever.

Have I mentioned how much I hate my classes this semester? Because I do hate them. Very much. And if I don't pass all of them, I don't graduate. Yay!


Bands that I like that have or will be putting out an album this year:

Franz Ferdinand (It's ok, no where near as good as their two previous efforts)
Neko Case (I listened to some of it streaming from NPR. Nothing jumped out at me, but that's not surprising.)
The Decemberists
Bishop Allen
Wilco
Boy Least Likely To
Arcade Fire (I think they're putting out something. It might just be a soundtrack to a movie or something)
Guster (Guster kind of counts as a band I like)
Cake

That's all I can think of. I'm a gonna go get ready for that class I hate going to. This is officially my worst post ever. You're welcome.

Lessons.

Ok, so let's say you've had a long, bad day. Let's say more went wrong than right with your day, and the stuff that went wrong went really wrong and you've decided to you've earned yourself a consolatory vanilla milkshake. So you go to Burger King and you notice that their large milk shake, which is a whopping 32 ounces of frozen dairy and milk product, is a mere $2.39. A pittance, a trifle, pocket change. So you decided to order the milkshake and you begin drinking it. When you first begin, you are really enjoying this milkshake. It's smooth and creamy, tastes like vanilla ice cream and smiles. Then as the drinking continues, you realize, that although the milkshake is good it doesn't seem to end. No matter how much you drink, there just seems to be more milkshake waiting for you in the cup. Sure, this seems like a wonderful thing, but after about 16 ounces of milkshake, you begin to think, maybe this is more milkshake than you can handle, but then you think of what happens if you can't finish it. You can't save a milkshake. Once it's shaken, it can't be reshook. If you try to freeze it, it just becomes a frozen block of vanilla flavored ice milk. If you throw it away you'll have essentially wasted $2.39. Two hundred and thirty-nine American cents! Why for that kind of money you could buy all kinds of things. Like two packs of gum, or 10 really crappy pens or 1 pretty decent one, or a large vanilla milk shake from Burger King. Not finishing this milk shake is not an option. There is only one course of action. You must drink this milk shake. So you down another few gulps, and another few, and some more until there is only one swallow left. When that final swallow goes down, it does not feel good. As it slides down your esophagus (high fiving all the bits of milk shake still making their way to your stomach along the way) you begin to feel sluggish and kind of nauseous. This feeling will not pass. Get used to it. So long story short, don't do what I just did.

Jai Ho!

Remember what I said last semester when I signed up for advanced video production about how I was afraid it would take up all my time and I wouldn't have time to get practicum stuff done? You probably don't remember that, because I didn't actually tell you, but I told myself, and some other people. Then Jones was like "You should totally take the class" and then I was like "You said the same thing about After Effects" and he was like "Yes I did. Mu ha ha ha ha ha." So on Jones's advice and some decision making based on my recent lameness, I signed up for the class, and it is completely taking up a lot of my time.

I'm supposed to be the tech crew for a one woman show that's being performed at SEMO on Tuesday. I will be doing the work of three people, and doing it pretty badly. My plan is to spend as much of the next 30 hours or so in the theater practicing cues and becoming some sort of lighting ninja. Fortunately, Droid is coming up to school tonight to help me do some focusing and programming of light boards, so maybe I'll just steal all of his magical gaffer powers. Wish me luck. Seriously (actually, if you are granted some wishes, and you didn't wish for me to be lucky while running lights and sound for this performance, I would totally not hold it against you).

The soundtrack to Slumdog Millionaire is my favorite album of the year so far (even though, it probably came out last year). Now I have to figure out what pants I'm going to wear today (probably the toughest decision I'll make all day).

Free Time.

It really only takes about 3 days in a row of me being really busy to get used to the idea of not having free time. So far, this is the only night this week I haven't been up at school till 9pm or later. I'm a little unsure of what to do with myself. I would go up to the REC center, but I can't find my ID so that's out. I could play video games, but that seems kind of lame. The part of me that thinks everything happens for a reason is telling me that I'm supposed to stay home and study, but that part of me is a total chump. I suppose I could read Scott Pilgrim again.

Scott Pilgrim Volume 3 later...

Ok. That's done. I guess I'll work on some scripts.

The Return of Captain Drowsy

I don't know if I mentioned this last week (nope, I didn't) I got a tremendous amount of sleep almost every day last week. We're talking like 9+ hours everyday. Due to various factors beyond my control, this week is not shaping out to be much like that. But, I'm more or less ok with that.

Uh-oh. Here comes a list.

Things I need to to do this week:
1. Edit River Tales piece
2. Study for test that is on Friday that I will completely fail if I don't study for
3. Meet with Jones
4. Meet with Brother David
5. Nap

To celebrate my reading of Scott Pilgrim 5, here's my bit about Scott Pilgrim (spoiler free!):

I hate Scott Pilgrim. I hate Scott Pilgrim because I am not Scott Pilgrim. I want to be Scott Pilgrim. If I knew Scott Pilgrim, I would want to punch him in his stupid face because he would be so much cooler than me. Not only would be cooler than me, he would in no way rub his coolness in my face or think he was better than me, because he would have no idea how cool he is. Also, I heart Kim Pines.

Announcements and Pronouncements

For those of you just getting here, I've been sort of a whiny, emo douchebag for the past couple of months. Probably not in any perceptible way, at least I hope not, but it's definitely informed a lot of my decisions and some of my writing. Anyway, after a lengthy discussion with my life coach/cheif comic book adviser, Pete Wissinger, I've decided to stop being such an idiot. Now I know you've heard this kind of thing before, but I'm for realsies this time. After laying it all out for another human being, I've been granted all kinds of perspective that I didn't have before. Well maybe I did have it, but I was choosing to ignore it. Either way, I see the situation with much more clarity than I once did, and as such my new, anti-douchebag position is stronger and more unasailable than ever before. As such, I'm lifting the veil (somewhat) as to what I was being all 13 year old girl about for the last few months (although I still feel completely lamepants for ever letting it get to this point).

Ladies and gentlemen (but, unless I'm greatly misinformed about the demographics of my readership, really just gentlemen), for the past few months I've been nursing a rather hopeless crush (except, I didn't really think it was that hopeless at the time, which is why it has lingered so). So there you have it folks. Sorry to dissapoint those of you that thought it was some sort of terminal disease. It was a girl the whole time. How incredibly dissapointing.

In other, equally lame, but a lot more normal news; I'm tired and am going to sleep.

Mr. Excitement.

Here are some things I'm pretty excited about.

1. Making my movie (which will start happening in the next couple of weeks or so, I swear).
2. The new Decemberists Album/Tour
3. The new Neko Case Album (I mean, look at the cover art!)
4. The new Bishop Allen Album (they're playing in Memphis in a couple of weeks, I probably won't go, but I'll think about going)
5. The new Scott Pilgrim Book (Hurry Matthew! Read quickly!)
6. The Watchmen Movie (I think it might not suck).
7. Going to Las Vegas (sort of... not really... although I am excited about seeing Joe out there)
8. Working on Notre Dame's promotional video


Here are some things that I'm not very excited about.

1. My Remedial Writing For English Majors Class (which is still not what the class is called, but it's still what it feels like)
2. Graduating (I know, I know, you're tired of hearing about this, but I already started the list, and totally fits on it, so deal)
3. Working on Notre Dame's promotional video ("But wait! You just said you were excited about it!? You are such a hypocrite!" Well, yes. I am a hypocrite, but the reason I'm not looking forward to it, is the massive amount of post production that is going to have to go into it. I like shooting. I like interviewing and lugging equipment around. I do not like editing so much. Well I like some editing, but not the kind of editing that's going to have to go into this piece. It's going to be monumental.)


That is all!

I believe in a thing called love, or at least I believe that The Darkness believes in a thing called love.

Why is The Darkness not represented in the game Rock Band? How did this horrible oversight happen? Rock Band is a game that consists of people pretending to be rock stars. The Darkness made a career (well really more of a summer job) of pretending to be rock stars (of course they eventually became rock stars in the process, but still). It seems like a perfect fit.

Notre Dame's trivia night went ok. I think they'll continue to let me write questions for it, which is good, I suppose.

School is school. Matthew and I are in the same writing group for Remedial Writing for Writing Majors and Minors, which is cool (Matthew being in my group, not the class. The class in kind of lame so far, and it's not really called remedial writing, but that's what it feels like sometimes). I like his stuff, and I don't really get to read a lot of it (although generally speaking, I prefer his fiction to his essays, and since this is an essay class that's mostly what I'll be reading, but whatevs, I'm not picky). Advanced video is going to be weird, for a number of reasons, and American Cultural Landscapes is really boring, but at the same time kind of interesting. It's just hard to pay attention in that class. So there you have it. My summary of my classes. A full four weeks late. Enjoy.

For those of you that are Pete Wissinger, where the hell is the new Decemberists album?

Blerg.

Do you ever get the feeling that you suck at everything and will be a complete failure for the rest of your life, and you will never do anything significant and no one really likes you, but just puts up with your inane ramblings because it's easier than telling you to just shut the hell up? Yeah... me neither. But wouldn't it suck if you did feel that way and you felt like you weren't creative or funny, and couldn't be if you tried, and the more you did try to be creative and funny the more you realized that you're just an uncreative, uninteresting bore that's just rehashing other people's good ideas in ways that are far less interesting than the original versions. That would totally suck and be totally cliche to feel like that. Especially around this time of year, which I seem to recall, is a time of year when pretty much every human is depressed. Maybe someday I'll blog about why I've been so emo lately. But frankly, I don't think the internet is ready for something so lame.

In other news (or newsb, as I would call it if I ended every word with a "B") I finally got trivia night done for the most part. Questions, Answer Sheets, Rules, everything. Everything but the answer keys, and I can do those on saturday. Yay for me. It is my opinion that having one person write an entire trvia night by his or herself is a bad idea (at least if that person is me). It is true that I know a lot of things about a lot of things, but I think if other people were involved in the writing of the questions there would be much greater variety of things that would be triviaed about. Granted, I didn't write all of these questions by myself. Ben wrote four or five of them and was a valuable sounding board for my ideas, but for the most part it's all me and I'm just not sure if there is enough variety to keep people entertained. I guess we'll find out Saturday.

I'm going to sleep now because that is what I do.

Update Go!

School started 2 weeks ago. I have accomplished very little and feel like I'm 3 weeks behind. I mostly blame the snow that we had last week that completely s'ed everything up. I haven't done anything with my practicum yet. Yikes.

The clutch on the Toyota has more or less ceased to work. I'm trying to decide whether or not it would be worth putting money into fixing that car. My gut says no, but my gut is also very hungry. We'll watch this one closely. So far, I've been able to get by without a car for my exclusive use pretty well.

I finished writing trivia night 2009 tonight, about 10 minutes ago. woo. All I have left is about 2 hours of formatting the questions correctly and making up answer sheets! Yippee.

I have recently purchased the following movies: The Godfather, The Godfather Part 2, the Godfather Part 3, The Untouchables.

I have watched all the Godfather movies (again) and they conveniently came out in order from best to worst, so not much thought has to go into ranking them. The first is decidedly the best one (I will entertain dissenters, but I feel like they would have to bring a pretty substantial argument to the table, to convince me that The Godfather isn't the best movie ever made). The second one is very good and the third one is bad. It's not as much bad as it is incredibly boring, which the first two are markedly not. Also, I don't really want to beat a dead horse here, but Sofia Coppola's performance brings everyone else down in Godfather 3.

What else... what else... Assassin's Creed = Yay!