I have two essays to write today.
So I figured I'd blog a little and get the creative juices flowing. I've actually been in a bit of a writing mood lately. I got super-excited when I saw the LiveJournal essay competition advertised on the front page, because it's about feminism, one of my absolute favorite discussion topics. But, being the Mary Sue that I am, I read all of the rules first and discovered that--like always--you must be 18 or older to enter. Which sucks, royally, because I was going to write about our Women's Advocacy club at school, which would've made a great story.
I kind of miss my shows. They all seem to be on break right now. Grey's Anatomy has been gone for two weeks (although it's new this week!), and CI's been gone for a while too, at least the good episodes have (I don't watch the Logan/Wheeler episodes...I can't tolerate Wheeler. I was a Barek fan). Strangely enough, I find myself missing the characters, even the ones I don't like. Even--oh, and this is funny--even Nicole Wallace. [*If you're not a CI fan, feel free to skip this story and move on to the next paragraph. Even if you're a casual watcher, this might not make sense to you, so...carry on, I guess.] Anyway, for those of you still with me, I had a little Nicole Wallace incident the other day coming out of the dressing room in Ross. I was standing there with my selections draped over my arm, waiting for an employee to make sure I hadn't shoplifted anything before going to pay. I was just standing there, spacing out, when a voice behind me interrupted my thoughts to ask, "Excuse me, do you have a pair of scissors?" It was a lovely measured voice with a slightly lilting cadence and a perfectly tailored Australian accent, and I swear to God it sounded just like Nicole's. I literally whipped around, only to find a woman who was short, brunette, freckly, very pretty, and glaringly not Olivia D'Abo. What was more, she wasn't even speaking to me; she was speaking to a sales assistant, who gave her the appropriate tool and gave me a strange look, probably thinking I was on drugs because I was so jumpy. Turns out Pretty Australian Lady was stuck in the dress she had been trying on; what a shame, it was a lovely dress, and it looked nice on her, too. But I was slightly disappointed she wasn't Olivia D'Abo, and slightly frightened at myself for thinking she might be, if only for a fraction of a second. This is what happens when I'm deprived of my TV.
Oh, but I've been meaning to mention...(and we're back on the subject of writing now--so I've got slight ADD, leave me alone XD). I just started my first original character story in over a year (excepting my brief and pathetic attempt at a NaNoWriMo entry). We'll see where it goes. I don't quite know what to make of it yet; I don't even know if I like it or not. But hey, it's something.
I kind of miss my shows. They all seem to be on break right now. Grey's Anatomy has been gone for two weeks (although it's new this week!), and CI's been gone for a while too, at least the good episodes have (I don't watch the Logan/Wheeler episodes...I can't tolerate Wheeler. I was a Barek fan). Strangely enough, I find myself missing the characters, even the ones I don't like. Even--oh, and this is funny--even Nicole Wallace. [*If you're not a CI fan, feel free to skip this story and move on to the next paragraph. Even if you're a casual watcher, this might not make sense to you, so...carry on, I guess.] Anyway, for those of you still with me, I had a little Nicole Wallace incident the other day coming out of the dressing room in Ross. I was standing there with my selections draped over my arm, waiting for an employee to make sure I hadn't shoplifted anything before going to pay. I was just standing there, spacing out, when a voice behind me interrupted my thoughts to ask, "Excuse me, do you have a pair of scissors?" It was a lovely measured voice with a slightly lilting cadence and a perfectly tailored Australian accent, and I swear to God it sounded just like Nicole's. I literally whipped around, only to find a woman who was short, brunette, freckly, very pretty, and glaringly not Olivia D'Abo. What was more, she wasn't even speaking to me; she was speaking to a sales assistant, who gave her the appropriate tool and gave me a strange look, probably thinking I was on drugs because I was so jumpy. Turns out Pretty Australian Lady was stuck in the dress she had been trying on; what a shame, it was a lovely dress, and it looked nice on her, too. But I was slightly disappointed she wasn't Olivia D'Abo, and slightly frightened at myself for thinking she might be, if only for a fraction of a second. This is what happens when I'm deprived of my TV.
Oh, but I've been meaning to mention...(and we're back on the subject of writing now--so I've got slight ADD, leave me alone XD). I just started my first original character story in over a year (excepting my brief and pathetic attempt at a NaNoWriMo entry). We'll see where it goes. I don't quite know what to make of it yet; I don't even know if I like it or not. But hey, it's something.