Denouement

I think perhaps the school year may begin to calm itself down now.

I've run myself ragged, yes, but I think I'm getting less and less stressed and more... well... creatively enterprising.

I'd like to point out that despite any and all stories from Italy, I am not a lush. I will probably never have turbo coffee ever again.

Four cups was fine, thank you.

I am so excited about The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian. I've been looking at pictures. I'm pleased to report that the Pevensie kids STILL look like they are related to me. I'm not sure how I feel about Ben Barnes yet. He has pretty bone structure, he didn't do much in Stardust but he didn't annoy me either... but his hair has some serious Puppy Bouf-Bouf action going on in the trailer. Just sayin'.

Tonight I went to my school's One-Act Play Festival, put on by the talented Directing II class.

It made me wish I could write plays.

The denouement is when you finally see that an end will come.

confuzzled.

A) I am working hard, not hardly working.

B) I am mixed up. I am often confused about life but now I am confused about dreadlocks. No, I won't get them; you cannot dread a pixie cut. It won't lock.

However, I'm pretty sure that I really, really like them.

I don't watch American Idol, so this has very little to do with Jason Castro.

My problem with dating a dreaded boy is that I've never met one that didn't sort of stink.

I'm sure they exist. They'll just have to prove it to me.

C) So... I love this.


Sorry, Dad. I know the original version of this movie scarred you for life. But-- "Nourris-moi, Seymour"-- I just love how the plant pronounces "Seymour." And the "Quelle question, quelle situation..." is just so funny.

D) Well, back to work--loads and loads of work.

Life Is Beautiful

Sometimes things happen to make life better. Little things. Embrace the little, funny things, because if you don't, you're both more bored and more serious than the people who do.



One of those little funny things is a Port City Java Slush'n'Joe. I am going broke and will have to stop all of my other habits--the soda--the gum--the office supplies--in order to keep getting my espresso fix. But I will keep it or die trying.

Another thing is my professor in drag. I don't know how Dayna convinced Dave to do this, but it resulted in pictures like this:



And another thing is Playwriting, even though I attack it with fear and trembling.

Ever just wait for the rest of your life?

And you think, "I'm just wasting my time, I'm wasting being me, being this beautiful age?"

You feel guilty.

And stuck.

Shouldn't I be making an amazing mess of myself? Shouldn't I be giving my life away? Whatever happened to the girl who wanted to do that?

I toy with wanting to be the best ever at something sometimes.

But I'm not; I'm flaky instead.

Oh, I'm very aware I'm too hard on myself for no apparent reason. And I know it sounds like I'm discontent; I'm really not. On the inside, I'm happy and confused and looking.

So here is my Playwriting homework

4 Page Treatment

“I AM AWESOME

THE END.”

I don’t think that was 4 pages.

Why do I have so much bad ideas? I don’t think so. So many bad ideas.

I Have No Taste and I Like It That Way

So, I've interspersed my normal German-musical regimen with a dash of We Will Rock You, the Queen jukebox musical.

It's delightfully cheesy.

And it's Queen.

I can't get enough.

Although, I'm pretty sure Tony Vincent is the original Pete Wentz, in which case, we have him to blame and should probably punish that overuse of hair straightener.

I can, however, get enough of schoolwork.

This is REALLY HARD, guys.

Do I really like Serkan Kaya as a performer, or do I really not?

I cannot decide.

I'm still on the fence after a month of Serksposure.