sour patch fruits
desperate times call for desperate measures, and i think that's why
i've consumed two full bags of sour-patch products in the past week (i
think my new love is not the kids, but rather the sour patch
fruits). you should know right off the bat that there are
simply no desperate times or desperate measures going on in life right
now. i was simply sitting here finishing off my second sour-patch
bag in a week and that was the only justification that came to my mind.
life around here has been business as usual, for the most part. we decorated the common area and if i do say so myself, it looks beautiful. warm and cozy and just all around pretty.
i think it's time i come out with this for all of us: every single one of us has a friend-crush on dan, a freshman dramatic writer. it's quite comedic, really. now, if either one of the boys are reading this (hello garret, hello evan. but really just hello garret because i have a feeling evan doesn't read. if he does, let me know.) they will most likely deny to the death that they have a friend-crush on dan, but they do.
allow me to explain myself. we are, for all logistical purposes, a very close-knit group of friends: anoush, tara, randie, monique, evan, garret, helayna, me... we're a family of sorts. we laugh, we cry, we argue, we bicker, we hug, we profess our love to each other (especially in the case of all of us and monique's hair. CUTE!). so we all live together (those boys pretend to have their own rooms but they like it here anyway, i suspect) - and it's kind of like a new guy moved in next door, and we all want to be his best friend. we all direct our one-liners his way hoping he'll laugh... randie and garret sing to woo him... evan cast him in a movie today. it's emphasizing more and more to me that we are a situation comedy, and there's no way around it.
i've been having trouble with writing lately. not the actual forming the words part, but the problem is - i don't know what to write about. i feel like i might just have to be ray romano and literally copy and paste my actual life in to my writing. i always think of that as cheating, but it isn't, really. things happen in my life that are too ridiculous to not be scripted in to something or other. and why should i sit here making up boring scenes about aunts that get a kid drunk when i could instead take little pieces of what really did happen and make them relatable to everyone?
our teachers this year have asked us several times to state who we are as a writer: what we write about, what interests us, that kind of stuff. what interests me is real life but i'm not necessarily talking breathless real life. yeah, breathless had this overbearing reality to it - but that was laying in bed all day on a sunday reality. what appeals to me is when a comedian talks about something and you're like "oh my god, life is like that!" ... i have this like huge dream to have a sitcom someday where every week they do something that some random guy from wisconsin has done before, too.
but where does that get me in screenwriting class? not too far. i guess what i need to do is exercise myself in all sorts of writing and implant these little details of life in there as i go along.
but... that's easier said that done.
now that i've babbled about inner thoughts that i probably shouldn't have tried to externalize...
there is a bathroom cleaning party going on in my bathroom that i have been invited to.
and just so you know, i'll probably buy more sour-patch fruits tonight.
but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
life around here has been business as usual, for the most part. we decorated the common area and if i do say so myself, it looks beautiful. warm and cozy and just all around pretty.
i think it's time i come out with this for all of us: every single one of us has a friend-crush on dan, a freshman dramatic writer. it's quite comedic, really. now, if either one of the boys are reading this (hello garret, hello evan. but really just hello garret because i have a feeling evan doesn't read. if he does, let me know.) they will most likely deny to the death that they have a friend-crush on dan, but they do.
allow me to explain myself. we are, for all logistical purposes, a very close-knit group of friends: anoush, tara, randie, monique, evan, garret, helayna, me... we're a family of sorts. we laugh, we cry, we argue, we bicker, we hug, we profess our love to each other (especially in the case of all of us and monique's hair. CUTE!). so we all live together (those boys pretend to have their own rooms but they like it here anyway, i suspect) - and it's kind of like a new guy moved in next door, and we all want to be his best friend. we all direct our one-liners his way hoping he'll laugh... randie and garret sing to woo him... evan cast him in a movie today. it's emphasizing more and more to me that we are a situation comedy, and there's no way around it.
i've been having trouble with writing lately. not the actual forming the words part, but the problem is - i don't know what to write about. i feel like i might just have to be ray romano and literally copy and paste my actual life in to my writing. i always think of that as cheating, but it isn't, really. things happen in my life that are too ridiculous to not be scripted in to something or other. and why should i sit here making up boring scenes about aunts that get a kid drunk when i could instead take little pieces of what really did happen and make them relatable to everyone?
our teachers this year have asked us several times to state who we are as a writer: what we write about, what interests us, that kind of stuff. what interests me is real life but i'm not necessarily talking breathless real life. yeah, breathless had this overbearing reality to it - but that was laying in bed all day on a sunday reality. what appeals to me is when a comedian talks about something and you're like "oh my god, life is like that!" ... i have this like huge dream to have a sitcom someday where every week they do something that some random guy from wisconsin has done before, too.
but where does that get me in screenwriting class? not too far. i guess what i need to do is exercise myself in all sorts of writing and implant these little details of life in there as i go along.
but... that's easier said that done.
now that i've babbled about inner thoughts that i probably shouldn't have tried to externalize...
there is a bathroom cleaning party going on in my bathroom that i have been invited to.
and just so you know, i'll probably buy more sour-patch fruits tonight.
but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.