Day 231
This morning, I should've been writing. But, I was to busy taking photos of myself. If that's not bad enough, I posted 10 of them on facebook, under the guise of showing my friend my new haircut. Pretty sure it only takes one or maybe, two pics to show someone your haircut. Anyway, I am not going to lie; I have turned into that girl that likes when people comment on her photos and tell her how hot she is, the only problem being that I don't want half of those comments to come from my first cousins. Shit, I need non-family friends.
After my photo shoot, the day started off with me learning something of great importance for survival: do not wolf down an Italian hoagie sub and get on the bus for an hour long bus ride, sitting on the side in the sunlight next to the shifty bus knuckle. The good news is that you can move next to the sleeping Asian boy across the aisle. The bad news is that you can't undo an Italian Sub unless you are wearing a toilet seat crown and dedicated.
I read in an ancient book about writing television that tv writers often suck at coming up with original ideas. This is how I know that I am destined to be a tv writer. Anyway, in this chapter the author says that to combat this lack of ideas a writer of tv should carry a notebook with them EVERYWHERE and write down whatever they are thinking and any "What if" scenarios that come up during the day. And, when you get stuck, you should type up the notebook notes and find something to write about. Yesterday, after a half hour of trying to decide which notebook to get, I purchased my own notebook for ideas.
Now, I am two days into writing notes. There are 3 ideas for books, one even has a last line, "Hey Lady, we're closed." There is a dialogue: I overheard two teenage girls speaking on the bus today during my Italian sub coma.
"So, are you gonna get a job there?"
"I dunno. They want somebody full-time and I just want to work like part-time."
"Well, if you and someone else both work part-time then both of you will equal one full-time."
This may sound boring, obvious and ridiculous, but to the girl looking for part-time work, this idea was revolutionary. Then there are other comments like, "$1 Hot Dogs!" and some rambling about teens blogging about their recently deceased school janitor. I am not quite sure how any of this will tie together for a show idea--no, wait--this would make a good episode of Degrassi Junior High, except there was no blogging then, and the show went off the air in 1991. I need to make more modern notes.
A few other things that happened today:
-The dining hall served Jello. Apparently, mixing it with fruit and serving it in a wine glass makes it fancy. (I don't buy it)
-I introduced a dozen high school kids to Chuck Klosterman. Okay, so not to him in person, but to his work. I wonder what the parents will say when they see their children reading a book entitled: Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs.
-I walked up and down a super urban part of town today and tried to pretend that I didn't come from a town where two drug addicts aren't walking around picking up and inspecting discarded cigarette butts in mid-conversation.
-Tomorrow I will return to the hell that is the post office job. I wonder if I will survive. My guess is no.
-I am crocheting a giant afghan that is hideous and mildly watermelon-themed. Somehow the idea of that is depressing.
-There was a big deal physics talk today in one of the rooms of my rez. And, I am not gonna lie, I actually thought about going in there and picking up a physicist. But, have no idea how one goes about doing that.
Tip of the Day: When your mother asks you to provide the answer for a clue on a crossword she is doing, she'll be mad when you look it up on the internet, because the slight pause over the phoneline certainly must mean that you are playing on the internet and ignoring her. She'll still be mad even when you give her the answer.
-Canadian Castaway
No comments:
Post a Comment