I'm writing so much now, it's crazy. I have to write 60 pages in two classes alone before the semester is over. I'm serious. I'm going insane, but as a result my stories are becoming that much more awesome. I have to write a script for my screenwriting class, and I will be sharing it here when I get it finished. I'm pretty happy with it so far (I haven't started.)

Things I feel bad about: 1.)I like the new weezer album. Well, I like most of it.

2.)I want to play call of duty modern warfare 2. I want to buy modern warfare 2. It's an empty dream; I care not.

3.) I've been using online fortune cookie generators to come up with ideas for stories even though it isn't working.

4.) I went running today. Not that far, but too far. I am the most out of shape I have ever been in my entire life. I saw a picture of my on my 16th birthday and I was so buff because I had been doing Kung Fu and because I was still in P.E.

I need a healthier life style.



NOVEMBER IS SO TIGHT THOUGH.

So much stuff is coming out. I want to buy it all up. Video games, music, movies. MOVIES. THE ROAD. Fantastic Mr. Fox!

But then I think about Christmas and I realize I have not that much money to be frivolous with it.

And I don't know what to do. I'm torn.



Torn like a piece of paper.



This audio class I'm in is the most amazing thing ever. But I'm really bad at it, so I don't know how my grade in the class is going to add up. That's something about college that's been really hard for me. In K-12, I got used to at least the general subject matter. Math, History, English, Science. Okay. Cool, I can do that. But you through in some new thing like boom-op or Pro Tools and it messes everything up. My groove, it is thrown off. I'm out of my element. And that acting class I'm in-W.T.F. I feel bad doing any work for that class because I know it's such a huge waste of my time and yet I still really suck at it. There are two people in that class that are 30. THIRTY! The closest person to me is 22. 22! Worst choice of my entire life to take that class. That's not true. But it was pretty stupid. NO. Not even stupid, just unlucky. I didn't want to take it. I wanted to take f-ing microeconomics because I WAS SUPPOSED TO MY FRESHMAN YEAR AND I FINALLY HAD A CHANCE OF GETTING IN BUT I GOT BUMPED BY SOME DWEEP TARDHOLE THAT SHOWED UP 20 MINUTES LATE.

But I motherfucking digress.





I think I'm going to write every line of my script in haiku. It would be really hard, but so awesome beyond reproach. It would be like an instant A for all current and future screenwriting classes.






hahaha poor kid. You can't blame him though. They probably paid him pretty well and just told him "Hey brush your teeth enthusiastically." And he was probably like "this is dumb," but then his heinous asshole mother, ignoring his pleas, started scolding him and telling him to use more tongue on the inside of his cheek so he could be a big famous actor one day.