So I'm sitting at my desk, reading my cracked out 10-minute scene (note: never write under the influence of dayquil). I hear some guy downstairs talking really effing loudly and i think, "Self. Keep reading, read louder than that loud ass dude who's having a convo with some other annoying dude. Do your thing."

So I keep reading. Enthusiastically as I can be between my coughing fits, and after I've had my non-ego stomped into smithereens during our horrific class earlier this evening.

I keep reading, and then I notice that the streetlamp is violently shaking outside my window. I think "Earthquakes, in New York? It's the Day after Tomorrow!" (well we did have a hail storm last night, so it's not that far outside the realm of possibilities.)

No. It wasn't an earthquake. Just some guy, shimmying about on the streetlamp right outside my window. And I mean eye-level with me. I make eye-contact and then he says, "Sounds good!"

And I ran out of the room, faster than anything you've ever seen. I leapt out of that chair with a "holy shit!"



I snuck back in later and closed the window curtains.


Also. Some fun quotes from today:

me: I wish I could become an invisible speck so that no one will call on me for the rest of class.
The Pillowman: I can do that!
*hugs me*
The Pillowman: See. Now no one can see you!
Me: Can you just do that for the rest of class? Thanks.

D: I don't even smoke, but I'll be damned if you don't take it up by the end of the semester.

My Nemesis: (with the saddest face of all time) I thought writing was supposed to be fun.
Me: Hell no. Why do you think all writers are alcoholics.

Welcome to the Night Shift.

I go through periods where I post a lot on here and post next to nothing. Probably because I still have no clue what I want this blog to actually be.

Let's just say that I'm sick. Sick as a dog. And of course, it's the weekend that Hayley's visiting. I spent 2/3s of today asleep and now I have to get up for...ice cream? Idk, something (read: everything) is open at new york at this hour. All I really want to do is watch a movie and sleep some more, though.

A lot of homework, I have the first scene of my full-length play due wednesday, the summary for my screenplay due thursday, 2 revised monologues to send it by tuesday, a revised 10 minute screenplay, and either an edited or entirely new 10-min play for the playwriting festival that's due tuesday.
Have I done any of this?

Hell No!

I want to go back to sleep.

Things I Have Learned Over the Weekend

1. People who laugh or talk in an absurdly loud manner during the middle of a serious movie (Read: Never Let Me Go), should be shot and strung up as a warning to all. It's embarrassing.

2. Must remember that in most places, you'd never hear the phrase "So my waterpolo coach..."

3. It's exciting to procrastinate. Especially when that procrastination involves a nap and then trolling through your itunes list and rediscovering music.

4. Cats like to eat power cords. Cats are also Satan's minions hiding behind cute and fluffy façades. Until they attack you during said nap.

5. Boardwalk Empire is fantastic. Bored to Death is also fantastic, and starts tonight. Weeds is tonight and is slightly less fantastic, but that's okay. My procrastination means a big fat NO to all 3. Boo.

Writing Concepts

Inspiration for 10 Min screenplay #1:




Orpheus myth


Inspiration for 10 Min Screenplay #2:
And what will you do with a girl, if she refuses to be alive?- Laura Marling




(all from color me katie
Agoraphobia: is a fear of being in places where help might not be
available. It usually involves fear of crowds, bridges, or of being
outside alone.



Inspiration for Full-length Play:








Inspiration for Full-length Screenplay:
this article
This scene in Generation Kill

This Ep of the Twilight Zone

this film

The cat that I'm taking care of for the next 2 weeks.


Tonight I have to:
write a 10 min screenplay
edit my 10 min play
watch House of Sand and Fog
Watch Mystic River
Reread Hamlet
Reread The Pillowman (for Tuesday)
Read a screenplay that I haven't even checked out yet.
and something else. I can't remember.

It's been an odd last few days. Between the tornado in Brooklyn, beginning house sitting, a run-in with Premium Rush, about a dozen different completely off-their-rockers men, an hour long subway wait and eventually getting back at 3 am... it's been strange to say the least.

I was up in Alphabet City last night for a rooftop party, which was excellent. you could see EVERYTHING from there.

An in accordance to true writer fashion, we did a reading of one of the 10 minute plays


Discussed the (delicious) beauty of vegan rasberry pie


and wished Happy Birthday to the kid who's actual birthday it was.

(and that was before everyone showed up)

The rest of the weekend will consist of me watching House of San and Fog and Mystic River for Monday's class, reading 2 plays for Tuesday, writing a 10 minute screenplay, and writing a 10 minute play (which I have to take in tomorrow to be read, egads)!

Oh,and don't forget...

I have an obsession with looking at pretty pictures of food. Specifically breakfast food. I'm not sure what this says about me, though I suspect it has something to do with being on a diet since I was 12 years old.


niotillfem

simplybreakfast
cannelle et vanille
prettyfoods

I also learned today that using those flavored dairy creamer-things as though they are milk is a bad idea.