I just spent the afternoon feeling sorry for myself, drowning my sorrows in Mountain Dew, M&Ms and my Simon and Garfunkel DVDs. Why? I don't know. It's cloudy and cold outside, and it just felt like the day to do it. But no more--I will pick myself up by my bootstraps and give myself a swift kick in the right direction. By this time tomorrow I'm going to be worknig 9-5... for myself. If I don't have a paying job, I still need structure so that when I do, the transition isn't as shocking.

anywhoo... I promise within in six months time you'll be able to come up to me and ask me "What have you been up to?" and I'll be able to hand you the manuscripts for 2novels, a dozen short stories, a musical, a play, television AND movie scripts, and maybe even a song or two, if I get ambitious. I'm going to make someone out there hold me to this goal. I don't know what's more exciting... thinking that I'll make it as a writer or just setting a reasonable goal for myself. Who cares if I don't have any money... I'll have my dreams. And:

No one lets their dreams be taken lightly
They hold them tightly
Warm against cold

True, Paul. Very true. Maybe I'll be even more motivated when my diploma comes in the mail... only three more weeks to wait.

FINALS ARE OVER! It's strange to have my finals over on a Tuesday, but it's all offical. I am done with finals not just for the semester, but for my whole undergraduate career. Now I have to go find a job... well, I have two at the moment, but it's not long term. I need a CAREER kind of job. I don't know where to begin to look. I'm not sure I'm up for that now... maybe after the holidays I'll put my energy into it, but not right now. I'm working on story drafts and those need to get some attention now that I have some free time. If I want to be a writer, I should probably treat the drafts like my babies and coddle them for awhile. Bad metaphor... cheap shot. I need to quit that.

Whatever. I'm still stuck in Muncie for the next six months, so drop me a line sometime.

I have only 6 weeks left until I graduate. I applied for a job that, if I get, will start right away. I don't know how that's going to fare on my projects, but... we'll see how things go.

I'm promising a completely random blog entry today...

Ever heard "Shake It" by Metro Station? Only the GREATEST SONG EVER (for the moment). I listened to it about twelve times before my scriptwriting class today. Then, at least two more times after class, then got sick of it, so I switched back to listening to the Monkees.

I have an awesome idea for nanowrimo this year... it's a story I thought of (according to the date I wrote in the top right corner of the page) in high school. I didn't know I had good ideas then... who knew? But, it's gonna be great. It'll be the breakout novel of... whatever year I actually finish it.

I'm impatiently waiting for my rare book to come in the mail. It's not too rare (1992 1st edition) but... still. I got for a fraction of the price of any other copies listed anywhere on the internet.... am I rambling? Anyway, it's the Japanese language through John Lennon's eyes. The Book is titled Ai or something like that (Japanese for "yes" if I've done my homework properly). Too bad there was only ever one edition of it.

I also ordered (though I will be unemployed in 6 weeks) Anderson Cooper's memiors. With shipping, I got a like new hardback edition for under $5. I think it'll be worth the money. I don't read many memiors (I should) and reading his will just bring me back to the days when I thought I could be a journalist... boy, seems like a long time since I thought about that.

Oh well... I SHOULD be thinking about my homework and how the hell I'm going to get it all done this weekend... even without any distractions.

Just for starters, this is the funniest video I've found recently...



Funny, right?

So, I bought my cap and gown today... first off, ugly. But second: SCARY! What am I going to do with the rest of my life now that everyone thinks I'm actually capable of making decisions on my own? What? Are you CRAZY?? Nope, I don't wanna grow up. Unless it means a five bedroom house, husband yummy enough to model, and an unrestricted (and successful) writing career. Short of that, I'm going to continue to live inside my head... it's really pretty there.