How It Fills My Nostrils So

The people I live with need to learn how not to burn the shit out of things till the smoke of it fills every crevice and corner and collects in my room to my utter ruin. Day after day. After day.
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After day.

Perhaps I could find some perfume to snort. I can't imagine it doing more damage.

For fuck's sake people, when you lay odiferous civil war to the house have the courtesy to open a fucking window.

I'm going to go retch until this... odor is replaced with the far lovelier scent of my own vomit.

Draft Back

Revisions to begin. Hoo, boy. This should be interesting.

I am tired folks. The semester can end any time now. My brain is fried.

On the plus side, delving this deep into this particular story has me ignoring homework to work on organizing one of my long drafts. Er, not that ignoring homework is good. That's bad, m'kay, but the organizing and writing is good.

What's also interesting is that my dreams are starting to come back as well, and get back to their usual, wacky selves. I missed you guys!

Oh yea, I got my script back too. "A" baby. YEA! Iz so happy and proud. Iz learnin'! An educated is me!

Odds and Sods

Going The Distance is a fantastic fucking movie. I laughed so hard, so many times. One to own. "Tastes like poison!"

Less than a month left in the semester. Holy shit, where did the time go? So many assignments left! So little time in which to get them done! Every time I turn around I've lost a month's worth of time somehow.

If You Run by Boxer Rebellion. Also fantastic.


Turns out my script prof will be teaching the next level of the course next semester. I talked to her and she very enthusiastically has allowed me to take one of my short ideas and expand on it with every assignment next semester. Basically by the time both courses are done, I'll have almost a full length movie scripted out. I am simultaneously very excited, and daunted by the task I've assigned myself. Wild West Steampunk (also known as Weird West) with some extra twists folks. Can't wait.

If they ever get around to offering the next fiction work-shopping course I'm going to ask to do the same for that. There's no way I'll get a book done, by any means, but I might be able to get a significant chunk of one knocked off.

Still looking for a beginner's drawing class. Haven't given up on that. Still wish I had a fucking artist for the webcomic idea(s) swimming in my brain.

I wish I had something funny to write, but there's been a dearth of funny lately.

Maybe I need to have a life like this woman's: http://thebloggess.com/
On second thought. No. No I don't.

Speaking of Writing

Handed in the rough draft of my longest story yet for class. Waiting to get critique back so I can fix it because I already know it needs work. I hate handing in anything that unfinished, but, well, it was a rough draft and all.

Don't you hate it when you flat out know you missed the mark on something you were trying to accomplish?

Also, 12 pages. Very cool. Cut down from 14. Though, I might have to add to it instead of taking more away.

Really wish they were offering the next level in the course during winter. Would really like to keep the momentum going.

Also, total aside here, the migraines need to stop. They make it impossible to concentrate.

WoW Cata Changes

I really hate the changes to Prot Pallies. I really do. I hate them so much, I'm not going back (Oh noes! The drama!). I waited forever for pallies to be fun again, and they finally were and now they aren't again and I'm done with it. WoW as a whole just isn't fun anymore and hasn't been for a very long time.

I got a 7 day trial due to absence. Man, I'm glad I did because spending the money on a month's subscription only to find out just how much of a waste it was would have really pissed me off.

I wish I had a WoW alternative, but I haven't found one so far.

Ah, well, more time for writing I s'pose.