I'm stuck in a basement sittin on a tricycle, girl gettin on my nerves
goin outta mind, I thought she was fine, don't know if her body is hers...
(Fresh Prince of Bel Air--you know you loved that episode with Tisha Campbell-Martin!)
Not really, but that's SO how I feel right now. I've been in Orangeburg for almost 2 weeks and I've done nothing. I've tried to find work, but that's not been going in my favor. Other than that, I've been in the house, eating Cup O'Noodles, Great Value Spaghetti Rings, and Count Chocula. I've had so many ham sandwiches and ham sandwich variations that I might write a recipe book about dining on a non existent budget. I feel like my middle name should be 'ham sammich' or 'gotdamn ham sammich eatin''
You know what sucks? Not being able to watch TV. TV is my life. TV is my friend. I know I should be excited that I'm back in school and focused on that--and I am, BUT it'd sure be nice to kill ALL my free time with something other than the internet and movies. I'd like to have the option to flip on the TV and watch nothing. I'm not even buggin about the fact that there's no cable. I mean, Nip/Tuck--my bad, McNamara/Troy is coming back somewhere around the end of September, but damn--I'm missing Judge Joe. I know he's in reruns until like early to mid September, but still! It's the principal of the thing! It's principalities! I NEED to watch Judge Joe. The man's educational! He knows everything about everything! All my legal expertise, I learned from him. He has a doctorate, you know. Not the .D kind that people correct you about, though.
My issue with the TV is that, living in the middle of nowhere, you don't get good reception with a regular antena. I need like a super antena or a dude who'll hook up my stuff for 3 bucks and a can of soup, man! I'm serious. If you know this individual, tell him to hit me up. I've been watching movies since I got here--sometimes, the same movie 3 times in a row. This is not healthy. This is just wrong! I'd give anything to watch TV for real. I might even go home tomorrow just to watch TV. I'm missing some Real Estate Pros right now. Ginger shops at my store, man. I need to be able to point at her shirt and go, 'ay, that shirt's on sale now!'
Oh, I also listen to the radio at night. My stereo changes colors and my laptop adapter has a blue light on it, so that makes me comfortable since I can't leave the TV on all night. Yes, I'm still a little scared of the dark. Bite me. It happens. I'm locked up in my room tighter than the vaults at Fort Knox right now. I'm home alone. My roommate went home. Straight peaced out on me. Didn't say anything. Didn't leave a note. I texted her and asked her where she was--thinking she was still on her lunch date with the oldest looking 20-something (that dude looked 60 and not a good 60--the beat to hell looking 60, if he was a day) ever and she says she's in Charleston.
Way to go, Buddy. I'm going home tomorrow, bump this. I don't like cooking and I don't plan on starting now. I'm going home to food and cable--hopefully there's still cable. The cable bill was my responsibility and I sure hadn't paid it in like 2 months. *shrug* I don't live there any more.
Aside from being bored out of my gourd, I've been finishing up my writing projects. I finished and posted 'Moody's Mood For Love--Vivian-Leigh's Ballad' which was a follow up to 'A Sunday Kind of Love' which were both intended to be short stories, but...you know me, I don't have a nonlongwinded bone in my body. Hence, this blog. I'm proud of both projects, but my only problem is having people read them and critique them. I'm really good at coming up with complimentary characters to real life characters. I take people--famous people--and I pair them with the perfect match. I don't know what it is. I guess I'm really good at getting in a person's head--especially when I've had enough time to learn their character, pick up on little idisyncricies (I know I effed that ALL up, but I'm tired...I got class in the morning, man), and things like that. I just have the hardest time finding people who're interested in reading!
DAMN YOU PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEMS!
I also know that I'm not always consistent with things, but that happens when you've been writing for months and get blocks and all kinds of other crap. I'm trying to work on that...just need some people to read and help me out. I swear, you can't depend on black people for nothing (I'm being facetious...I'm a very dependable Negroid). Send them a copy of your manuscript and they just act like they never got anything. When you get my stuff, you know what the deal is. Read and respond, jerks. Read and respond!
Right now, I'm working on IGBA and I'm tired. Like I said, I've got class in the morning. Crazy, I've got two classes--a Saturday morning class and a Tuesday night class. That Tuesday class is ironic on so many levels that it's a blog in itself. I'll get to that later. I'm tired and I'm watching Madea's Family Reunion. Yeah, I'm laughing as I type. Don't try and act like Tyler Perry movies don't move you!
(Fresh Prince of Bel Air--you know you loved that episode with Tisha Campbell-Martin!)
Not really, but that's SO how I feel right now. I've been in Orangeburg for almost 2 weeks and I've done nothing. I've tried to find work, but that's not been going in my favor. Other than that, I've been in the house, eating Cup O'Noodles, Great Value Spaghetti Rings, and Count Chocula. I've had so many ham sandwiches and ham sandwich variations that I might write a recipe book about dining on a non existent budget. I feel like my middle name should be 'ham sammich' or 'gotdamn ham sammich eatin''
You know what sucks? Not being able to watch TV. TV is my life. TV is my friend. I know I should be excited that I'm back in school and focused on that--and I am, BUT it'd sure be nice to kill ALL my free time with something other than the internet and movies. I'd like to have the option to flip on the TV and watch nothing. I'm not even buggin about the fact that there's no cable. I mean, Nip/Tuck--my bad, McNamara/Troy is coming back somewhere around the end of September, but damn--I'm missing Judge Joe. I know he's in reruns until like early to mid September, but still! It's the principal of the thing! It's principalities! I NEED to watch Judge Joe. The man's educational! He knows everything about everything! All my legal expertise, I learned from him. He has a doctorate, you know. Not the .D kind that people correct you about, though.
My issue with the TV is that, living in the middle of nowhere, you don't get good reception with a regular antena. I need like a super antena or a dude who'll hook up my stuff for 3 bucks and a can of soup, man! I'm serious. If you know this individual, tell him to hit me up. I've been watching movies since I got here--sometimes, the same movie 3 times in a row. This is not healthy. This is just wrong! I'd give anything to watch TV for real. I might even go home tomorrow just to watch TV. I'm missing some Real Estate Pros right now. Ginger shops at my store, man. I need to be able to point at her shirt and go, 'ay, that shirt's on sale now!'
Oh, I also listen to the radio at night. My stereo changes colors and my laptop adapter has a blue light on it, so that makes me comfortable since I can't leave the TV on all night. Yes, I'm still a little scared of the dark. Bite me. It happens. I'm locked up in my room tighter than the vaults at Fort Knox right now. I'm home alone. My roommate went home. Straight peaced out on me. Didn't say anything. Didn't leave a note. I texted her and asked her where she was--thinking she was still on her lunch date with the oldest looking 20-something (that dude looked 60 and not a good 60--the beat to hell looking 60, if he was a day) ever and she says she's in Charleston.
Way to go, Buddy. I'm going home tomorrow, bump this. I don't like cooking and I don't plan on starting now. I'm going home to food and cable--hopefully there's still cable. The cable bill was my responsibility and I sure hadn't paid it in like 2 months. *shrug* I don't live there any more.
Aside from being bored out of my gourd, I've been finishing up my writing projects. I finished and posted 'Moody's Mood For Love--Vivian-Leigh's Ballad' which was a follow up to 'A Sunday Kind of Love' which were both intended to be short stories, but...you know me, I don't have a nonlongwinded bone in my body. Hence, this blog. I'm proud of both projects, but my only problem is having people read them and critique them. I'm really good at coming up with complimentary characters to real life characters. I take people--famous people--and I pair them with the perfect match. I don't know what it is. I guess I'm really good at getting in a person's head--especially when I've had enough time to learn their character, pick up on little idisyncricies (I know I effed that ALL up, but I'm tired...I got class in the morning, man), and things like that. I just have the hardest time finding people who're interested in reading!
DAMN YOU PUBLIC SCHOOL SYSTEMS!
I also know that I'm not always consistent with things, but that happens when you've been writing for months and get blocks and all kinds of other crap. I'm trying to work on that...just need some people to read and help me out. I swear, you can't depend on black people for nothing (I'm being facetious...I'm a very dependable Negroid). Send them a copy of your manuscript and they just act like they never got anything. When you get my stuff, you know what the deal is. Read and respond, jerks. Read and respond!
Right now, I'm working on IGBA and I'm tired. Like I said, I've got class in the morning. Crazy, I've got two classes--a Saturday morning class and a Tuesday night class. That Tuesday class is ironic on so many levels that it's a blog in itself. I'll get to that later. I'm tired and I'm watching Madea's Family Reunion. Yeah, I'm laughing as I type. Don't try and act like Tyler Perry movies don't move you!