It’s hard to believe it’s almost time to register for my spring classes. Fortunately not quite yet, because last night I finally managed to access my status, and discovered I have about a dozen holds on registration. First, even though I accepted my invitation for the Screenwriting Program, and not the Professional Writing Program, for … Read more
So my internship, which I have been going to for the last few weeks is at a company called Participant Media. When Paul and I got into a little fender bender the other day. I started to write about it for you all, then thought the themes might fit in with their blog. They were … Read more
How can I be so tired at only 10:10 p.m.? Is it possible I just have adjust to the time change yet…it’s after 1 a.m. in Florida. Friday, by the way, I got to see one of my favorite writers, Charlie Kaufman interviewed after a preview of his directorial debut, Synecdoche, New York. The movie … Read more
Just now, as I was taking a hot bath to fight off flu-like symptoms, Paul came in to tell me that because of his belly fat, he was 250 percent more likely to survive in a car crash. He’d learned this watching Manswers.
I actually wrote a post this weekend, about a little bumper car incident Paul and i had last week– but I thought I might offer it up for this other blog at my new internship. If they want it, I’ll post a link…and if not, you’ll see it here soon. So…that whole bailout thing is … Read more
I’m sick. My right tonsil hurts and has white stuff on it. I think lymph node on the right side of my neck is tender, and my right ear feels a little weird, too. But what really sucks is how TIRED I am…i’ve got a lot of good stuff to do, and also just a … Read more
We’re unpacking. All of our furniture has acquired dents and dings and other sorts of damage in the moving process. It’s sad, I keep discovering more. Like the one bookshelf that didn’t look like pressed board with wood-grain contact paper on in (even though it is kind of that) now has a big scratch on … Read more
At the age of five, when I began my taxpayer-funded public schooling, my kindergarten teacher assigned me a square plastic bucket with my name on it where I could keep my thermos of juice, crayons, glue and scissors and pieces of glittery paper for my mom. In grade school, I hung my coat on a … Read more
(I wrote this post in the airport heading to Indiana for a high school reunion, but of course due to lack of connectivity, could not post in real time. Reading it now I wonder if I should perhaps have been contemplating, old friends, wondering how the intervening years had treated them…but instead I fumed about … Read more
Today marks the end of my first week at USC. So far, so good. The teachers seem both friendly and knowledgeable…except for one who seems very knowledgeable but not overly concerned with being friendly so much as incredibly honest—which I find a more than equitable trade. She’s 84 years old, with an IMDB record a … Read more