Pinky Swear

Welcome to spring quarter! It's the quarter when things start looking up, even if shit goes down in a massive way. BECAUSE IT'S BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE. It's warm, birds are singing, the wind off the lake is soothing, not cutting. It's like living in a candyland of fairytales. Marvelous.

THINGS TO PROMISE MYSELF:
1.) Stop biting your fingernails. Woman. You are too old for this shit.
2.) Do your fucking applications. They're piling up. It's getting frightening.
3.) Stop it with the obsession with Robert Downey Jr. and everything that means to you. Nothing is ever going to happen there. That man may be a national treasure, but kid--you've got to pump the brakes!
4.) Spend as much time as possible outside. IT IS BEAUTIFUL.
5.) Get an internship in LA next year.
6.) Become cutthroat and ruthless. Take pirate lessons, if necessary.
7.) Fire a gun at some point in your life. I HAVE to know what that's like.
8.) Also, fire a bow and arrow. Preferably dressed as Maid Marian. (This is a dream that I've had since third grade. Some things just don't change.)
9.) Hold nightly dance parties in your room to bouncy songs. Remember to close the curtains. Chapin has gotten too much of a show already.

That's a good start to the promises, I think.

Priorities in Order.

I've made a huge mistake.

No, seriously. I went back and re-read some of my old journals. Like, sixth-grade-old. That's MANY years ago. It shows. I feel like I need to wash out my eyes, but mostly because I am so ashamed that my grammar and spelling were EVER that bad.

From what I could discern from the chicken-scratch that was my handwriting (okay, some things haven't changed), I was your typical 11-year-old girl...who was absolutely obsessed with fantasy novels and doodled medieval characters in the margins every chance she got. But in all seriousness, some of that crap is pure gold. You can totally tell that I was a total bookworm because words like "refrain" and "serendipitous" will crawl their ways onto the page in between misspellings like"schedual." The pretentiousness has been there from a very early age. I'm just glad it had years of self-importance to help foster it and allow it to grow into something truly obnoxious.

In related news, IT'S SPRING BREAK, BABY. And the beauty of being an RTVF major is that I DON'T HAVE FINALS. Which means I GET TWO WEEKS OF BREAK.

Capslock off.

This is great. I'm literally doing nothing but sitting on my ass and watching "Lost." Walls told me that my relationship with this show would be come a love-hate one, and I'm starting to understand why. It's like you can't not watch it because to skip it would be to cheat. And I can't cheat a TV show in good conscience. My morals won't allow it. I may be hazy on the ethics of a lot of situations (killing children...eh. They're sticky and annoying), but I will never cheat on a television show. Please. I have priorities. I'm not some godless animal.

(I tried to Google "chained to TV" and instead the internet gave me a picture of a man chained to a monkey. Internet, I know that people have been saying this for years but...you're weird.)

A happy spring break to all, and to all a good night!

I COME TO DRAW YOUR BLOOD! MUAH HA HA!

48 hours and I'll be home for break! God, I can't wait. Two weeks of beautiful nothing...except CWFM applications, trying to find an internship for both this summer and next year, thinking about housing...

Eh. I think we all know that I am going to blow all of this off until the last minute and watch Lost instead. "It is a truth, universally acknowledged..."

Fuck yeah, I just Pride and Prejudice-d you. SUCK IT. Or as they say in the TV-dubbed version of "The Breakfast Club," EAT MY SOCKS.

I am sitting here in Norris, wishing that the artificial fire was turned on and trying to work out an idea for a spec-script for How I Met Your Mother. God, how wannabe professional am I? If the Starbucks here were actually open right now, I'd totally be sippin' on some java (I just said that. Oh man.) But it's not a perfect world.

I can't shake the feeling, though, that no matter what fancy title they give this kind of writing, it's all just fan-fiction. Because it totally is. I'm writing about characters that I didn't create, spinning stories that feed off of relationships that I didn't dream up. It's fan-fiction. Industry-condoned fanfiction. Who'da thunk?

My mom says that I should consider a part-time career as a phlebotomist. Now before the choruses of "what the fuck?" start, I would like to head this off at the pass. I think I could be a bright and shining star in the phlebotomy field. I could draw blood like nobody's business. People wouldn't even know what hit them...or their veins.

(It would be me. With a syringe.)

I just love that this is how my mother's mind works. Concern for me and my impoverished future: totally legit. Suggestion that I find some sort of day job: yeah, sure. Idea that that day job should be in the rapidly-plateauing field of phlebotomy...

Okay, let's hear those "what the fuck?"s now.

Follow the rabbit

And here I go, down the rabbit hole...

There's something really exciting about getting into another television show. The whole realm of characters and storylines that you don't know yet, but will get to know over the next few weeks (or days, since it's me, and mainlining television is what I do), the relationships, the theories, the surprises...

Man, TV is fucking FANTASTIC.

I've gotten into Lost. Or I should say that I've watched the first five episodes of Lost, but since it's this show, I think five episodes is enough to get you hooked. I've always known that I'd like this show, being the X-Files geek that I am, but I never had the emotional strength to get into it. But here I am, a couple of days into reading week with thirteen glorious days of spring break stretching ahead of me, and YOU CAN BET that I will be wasting them trying to get through as much of this show as I can.

I'm watching an episode as I'm writing this. It makes it even more difficult than usual to concentrate but I could not care less.

Also, just a little P.S.--if you try to spoil any of this show for me, I will eviscerate you and hang your organs on the Arch. Love and kisses!

GOALS FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHS:
-Try not to get lost too much in watching Lost. (ohhh see what I did there? Clever and innovative. I am the world's most incredible person.)
-Apply for LA internship for next year
-Write a masterpiece and get it published and make buckets and buckets of money
-Finish app for CWFM program
-Kill some of the super-annoying freshmen in this dorm. Hide the bodies with cunning.
-Promise myself to work as little as possible and actually KEEP that promise (LOLZ NO CHANCE)

If anyone is interested in becoming my fairy godmother and making all my dreams come true with a wave of your magic wand, I'm accepting applications now. KTHNXBYE.