I AM a writer, I swear!

Today I am sitting in rainy Vancouver at The Bean. My script is due for writing class on Thursday and I'm not panicking...I'm NOT! Ok, well a little. But I must say this is the most ground work I've ever done for a script before, and I am feeling like a real writer. Though once I re-read the finished project I'm sure I will feel otherwise. We are workshopping our scripts in class on Thursday. A thought with slightly (or mortally) terrifies me. I have confidence in my writing, but not in front of a class of people who I barely know, save 3 or 4 people. Mostly I'm afraid they just won't get it, or that I will be the only one who gets it, essentially letting me know that I am not funny or interesting and therefore have no business as a writer.

Anyhow I suppose this feeling is marginal compared to the dread of going into a major pitch session so I'd better just get over myself and get used to it. Perhaps my negative-mindedness is due to the fact that I have felt like a freight train has rammed into my head right between the eyes for the past three days, and that is bringing down the mood, so to speak. Or maybe I am just turning EMO after all. Billy Talent here I come!

Education Frustration!!

I am frustrated today. I seems as though our classes this week have mainly consisted of in-class homework. I don't really feel like I'm paying all this money to learn to do my homework. Not too mention that a vast majority of my classamtes (and possibly myself) seem overly antsy and need to blow off some steam. For some, however, this manifests as a kindergarten-esque reversion to bad classroom skills and unattractive behavoirs, especially when the average age of the class is approximately 23. For me, it just manifests in extreme emotions. Everything is hitting me incredibly funny, or extremely irritating, and there is no formula to predict which button you're going to push.

Either way, I am in my last class of the week and almost looking forward to being finished - an odd emotion for me, since I usually can't get enough. Anyhow, that is enough of my verbal chutney for the time being.

Peace

So...about my computer...

Thanks to the immense generosity of my parents over this Christmas season, I am now ready to tell the story of my laptop. I had a beautiful, albiet slightly out-of-date Mac Powerbook, which encompassed at least half of my consious life, between school, email, writing, music, hobbies, etc. This computer has recently met a very unfortunate end, thanks to my own stupidity.

I'll give you three options, and you can decide what you think actually happened:

a) A hot beverage was spilled in a careless swipe of the arm.
b) I dropped it off the roof of the school after the 10th time it refused to print an assignment
c) I drove over it.

If you chose C you are the lucky winner...yeah, you heard me...I drove over it (unfortunately all I can offer as a prize is the old laptop, so if you won, you're not really any further ahead than you were before.) So, children, when you put your bag down beside your car to clear a few things out, be sure to pick it up again before you reverse...then go forward, and screech to a halt wondering what that strange sound was. Last time I offer to drive anyone to the skytrain!

To all those of you who are laughing right now....Karma is a cruel mistress so you just wait your turn! (when your Wii remote gets away from you and hits your friend in the face ;o) or you step on your watch, or you put a red sock in with all of your whites, I will be there to remind you of this very moment, face shining with glee)

Anyhow, water under the bridge (or laptop under the wheel) and now I have a BEAUTIFUL new laptop to call my very own (Thank you Mom and Dad!) So I am pacified. Thus endeth the legend of the laptop.