Caution: Nothing To Worry About

Things are less of a fucking mess right now. Big post to come.

True Story

Everything is a fucking mess right now. Everything.

This Will Be Revised and Reposted On A Regular Basis

Here is a List of Bands/Artists I Can't Get Into, Even Though Music Blogs Tell Me I Should Love Them:

1. Department of Eagles
2. Phoenix
3. Chromeo
4. St. Vincent
5. Dirty Projectors
6. Grizzly Bear (this is a BIG one...everyone and their mother is supposed to be a fan)
7. Beach House (I think they're so boring! they made all the top-ten lists, and I don't understand why!)
8. Joanna Newsome (okay, this is old news, but I've never liked her...ever...and I think I'm the only one)
9. Forest Fire

Emm, think that's all for now. See title for what I plan to do with this thing.

One Little Post Before I Go To Bed

Man, every time I think about socialization at my college, it does my head in. I am happy with my friends, but unhappy with the loud, obnoxious twats who need their diapers changed five times a day cos they can't take care of themselves. Some people...

In other news: this really sums up why I've never resorted to contact lenses.

Brief Thoughts On Playwriting While Writing Another Play

I always forget about Charles Mee. When I discovered him, and subsequently discovered his work (which is all online; he believes in sharing), he became my go-to person for how to construct a play with little regard for the 'limitations of theatre.' When I read him, and others like Sarah Kane (my first, true hero), Mark Ravenhill, and Sarah Ruhl, I can trick myself into thinking anything is possible onstage, given the right circumstances. Usually these circumstances must include an immensely talented and creative group of theatre artists with the right kind of budget (or at least the imagination to work around budgeting problems), but mostly these circumstances are dependent on a playwright's willingness to throw themselves out into the void without a net. That's really the first step. When I first began writing plays with a serious inkling of what I was doing, I told myself this: follow in the footsteps of those who believe the impossible is possible. Dreamers shouldn't be stifled, and since I'm prone to include myself in that category more than any others, why should I?

This Just Happened

Fred, my screenwriting professor, just rang to make sure I hadn't given him a huge script to read for conference today. He said he'd raced to the college this morning and ransacked his office looking for it. Maybe I dreamed this?, he offered, after I told him no such pages existed. I laughed and said I'd see him in about an hour.

This is why I love this college sometimes: professors actually do care about preparing for meetings, and being able to have solid discussions with students about their work. Feels good not to be a number. I've been saying that a lot lately.

Housing: Check

Officially moving to Brooklyn for the summer! More on this later.

Addendum

I wish I lived a glamourous life. Keep reading the blogs of past and present college peers, and I envy them, which I know is silly, but still. When I lived in Dublin, everything felt so spontaneous, to the point where I wasn't able to point to a calendar and say, 'This is what I'm doing on any given day.' I knew the extent of my class schedule, but that was it. Even my work schedule was compiled on a week-by-week basis, and that could change at any time. (Once, I told everyone I had to do something super important, even though I was just going to a football match. Someone covered my shift on the fly, and I felt slightly bad about it, but those were the kinds of rules I was living by!)

I'm hoping that once I graduate from college, I can live some sort of glamourous life. Things are on the horizon that might make it so, but I can't talk about them for fear of jinxing the situation. HOWEVER, this summer will probably bring new things, and for that, I'm excited.

You Are Something Good and So Am I

Keep trying to tell myself this, but it's all lies through teeth.

I blame myself for everything. It's just easier that way.

50 Days Til Graduation

You know what would be great? If I found somewhere to live for the summer, got into grad school, and sorted out the majority of my work stuff all in the same week.

It'd be killer, really.

Had an excellent conversation with my film professor Malcolm today. We talked about The Class, and he taught me a thing or two about France's educational system. We also talked about idiots who go to the cinema and yap, and it was nice to see his face fall when I told him of my recent film-going woes. Nice, because then we commiserated on the subject, and I remembered why, when it comes down to it, I think he's pretty ace.

I Am Writing A Paper and Have ZERO Concentration...

...so I will post these sentences full of possible, but mostly fake words in other languages instead (courtesy of Naomi, who wrote them all on sticky notes during work today):

"Ich bis einschaftgegge lufweinmeisen mach das überspielen wachtmal." (German)

"Que parle'vous mont-deux il es faux bìentôut elle chincoux quatorze-vis pluie." (French)

"Quattorza via formaggio bella andiamo mio figlio cacciatora potente." (Italian; something about beautiful cheese)

"Wtadyslaw pieroglyszka modz jezykovy sczetomtady." (Polish)

"Drekka moönkappal pekkakor maläa olstit." (Finnish)

"Joop ter heul koekje paar vandarwalje." (Dutch; my personal favourite)

There are more, but not sure how to post in Hebrew, Arabic, Chinese, or Cyrillic.

Yeah, sometimes work is fun.

Aftershocks

I'm kind of upset right now, which is strange because I was fine earlier. Someone warned me this would happen, that it would all come out of the blue, and I would just have to wade through it until I felt better again. I'm wondering when things will start to be okay again, and not just superficially feel that way.