And like that, boom. Busy again. And spring break ain't even over yet.
I can breathe again - I'm done being Light Board Operator for the BUP production of Deadman's Cellphone. It was... interesting.
To blog or not to blog... a different kind of question. Not so much a "should I/shouldn't I", but more of a "how the heck do I plan on pulling this one off".
There' no denying how important it is, as a writer, to start up a blog of some kind. It gives people (and possible employers, *hint hint wink wink*) a definitive source to any kind of writing/thought/blurbs/general insanity that might pour out of your head. A nice little window into the brain of you. And if, like me, you've had limited exposure to the world in general, it's never a bad idea.
Screw the weekend, Thanksgiving break is gonna be the shiznat. Just saying.
Big ears and no brain.
Just found this link associated with my name on Google:
Police Blotter, Oneonta, NY (Amy Josuweit - unlawful possession of marijuana)
... I remember this. I was driving up to my favorite place at my favorite time of the year and got stopped for speeding. The cop brought out a dog and said it thought there was drugs in my car. Which gave them permission to search my whole car - which was packed to the roof with stuff, due to the fact that I was going camping. They found INCENSE and confiscated it. The charge was dropped later (cause it was incense...) and I wasn't charged.
Now Google thinks I'm a felon. Way ta go, Oneonta Troopers.
Editted to add: At least they'll never find me. Apparently I live in "Schickshinny". That's ok - I couldn't pronounce "Oneonta" to save my live. BUT on an upside, I'm looking through these list of charges and it's giving me weird creative ideas - I wanna know what "petit larceny" and "second-degree aggravated unlicensed operation" are.
I DON'T I DON'T NEED SLEEP AT ALL I HAVE MOUNTAIN DEW I SHALL DRINK A GALLON OF IT AND CONSTRUCT A GIANT TEMPLE TO MY NEW GOD IT'S MOOOOOUNTAIN DEEEEEW HAHAHAHAH!
Gimmie a second. Ok. All good. Anyway. This is the latest I've stayed up for quite a while. Because of my tendency to be made of glass and get sick the second I stay up past 10pm, I generally sleep lots and lots just to maintain. So I'm wondering how tomorrow will go. Anyway. I'm up due to homework. I've gotten 4 of the 8 things I needed to get done, done. SHIT it was 9, not 8. Well. I'm screwed. Especially since all of these things are due tomorrow. Yup. Screwed! :)
*drinks more Mountain Dew*
I realized, by the by, that I never explained what NaNoWriMo was.
NaNoWriMo started last night at midnight! Due to crippling stuck-in-bed disease (long story), I was unable to do much of anything yesterday but homework and mope. Halloween = my favorite holiday + stupid stupid stupid stuck-in-bed disease. So! I start today!
And the weirdest thing of all... I think I'm gonna try to write a romance. Or the Train Pirates story thing I wanted to write ages and ages ago. Which is mostly a romance anyway. Hm. Maybe. Maaaaaaybe... I'll need to look at my plot line, it's stuffed in one of my many notebooks.
OFF I GO! Happy NaNo-ing!
Yep, I'm back to school. After what I'd legitimately call the longest summer of my life. Not necessarily in a bad way, but not in a particularly good way either.
At the beginning of my summer, I set out to gather as much life experience as I possibly could. Careful what you wish for. I've garnered experience galore... and, as those of you with experience know, not all experience is good. But it's good that I've gotten it.
Now the question is, how do I use it. I'll get back to you on that one.
Also - for those unaware, The Old Bamboo is a reference to Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
I'd like to know how, even though the stress of the semester is over, I'm NOW getting rather sick and tired. It's interfering with all my summer-y plans.
Despite that, I'm starting to get a few pieces of freelance work. A handful more modeling gigs, some possible cleaning jobs (though one of them I don't trust... John Smith from Australia wants me to clean his house that he's moving into, but he won't say what his address is... uh huh... I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that's not real...)
I also wanna keep working on Closet 22, which I finally started! Yes I did! Uh huh! But it hasn't gone farther then a few pages at this point. It's a nice little start, though - the baddie already broke the main character's leg. Good way to start a play, I say. :D
... well, I guess it's not off to work I go. No job, yet. A couple cleaning gigs, that runway model thinger (unpaid, I'm assuming), and some non-professional script and actor work. Nothing to plump the bank that much.
Only a week and I already feel my willpower and brain begin to slip. Between Minecraft and endless cleaning, life has become thoughtless repetition. However... I have picked up a copy of Eat Pray Love. And that has made all the difference, my friends, that has made all the difference.
Every time I look at that book, despite only being a few pages in, I remember who I am. I'm the one who wants to get their grave, panting, exhausted, saying, "Now THAT was a wild ride!" I want to touch everything, taste everything, be a little and do a little of everything. That's why I find wandering onto Craigslist is so tantalizing. Bartender? Sure! Personal driver? Why not! Lingerie maid? Lemme think about that... how much do you pay? Well, I haven't found one that's started up work yet, but we'll see.
This, ladies and gents, keep me going. And I hope it keeps you going, too. Remember - the point of life is to be, and I quote, "f*cking awesome". Be that person. Be able to wake up in the morning and say, "What would make this day awesome?" And go for it.