Day 363
Tonight I was babbling on to my mother about the hard time I am having with the TV series I am creating. Her response, "I just don't see you writing comedy." If that wasn't enough, I had to write to my advisor that I suck and couldn't get something handed into her by the deadline. And then, to top it all, I looked at one of Fox's new shows for the fall line up and it has two characters that are similar to the ones I am developing and another character that has the exact same name as one of my main characters AND is playing the same role. If I don't lose faith now I may be insane. I have never wanted to be crazier.
To wallow in my patheticness I drank wine and watched tv. Luckily, my writer friend was online. Her mother told her to be a barista when she said that writing a book is hard. The best part of my day was swapping insults regarding the Miss Universe women. I have taken some thought to this whole chatting while watching television and I think that I no longer have time for any other sort of chatting. Well, except...
So, in an effort to take charge of my life and make up for awkwardness and to prove to myself that I don't actually have a crush on my exotic-looking Danish neighbor I asked him to hang out. He said, "absolutely :-)." wonder if that weird smiley face should scare me. Later we got to chatting and he asked me if I still wished to identify myself with being Norwegian and posted a link. I popped open the link and it was a cartoon of a Norwegian girl dressed in a Norwegian flag and a Danish flag-clad dressed person going up to her and greeting her by grabbing her boobs. A few panels down the Danish dude describes that grabbing boobs is how you greet a Norwegian.
After I stopped laughing I wrote, "your people are very friendly." He wrote back, "Uh, you didn't answer the question, so I am going to take that as a yes." I wonder if he will grab my breasts? I wonder if he is a creeper? I wonder if he only grabs one of my breasts considering I am only of Norwegian descent. Guess, we'll wait and see. What I wonder even more so though is how did he come across that cartoon? Did he look up, "Norwegian breasts?"
Guinea Pig Day 3:
So my friend has me checking in on her bite-y guinea pig while she is away visiting my glorious country for a week. Today I went up there and found that the guinea pig is alive and seemingly well despite the carrots I gave it yesterday. I did notice that there is a ridiculous amount of shit in it's cage though and her place smells like a barnyard. The good news is that it's not dead. I hope the little fucker doesn't eat too much of its own shit and die. Five days to go. How much more could that thing shit in five days?
I am watching the Canadian version of MTV2. It's the one that actually plays music videos. I can't believe that The Barenaked Ladies and The Goo Goo Dolls are both making comebacks. And what is with that Lights bitch running around like a demented 4 year old with a paint set? What is with all the terrible lip-synching in these videos? That is what they should include in the Grammy's: "Worst Lip Syncher in a Music Video." There are a few other categories I could add as well like: "Person Who Steals From Lady Gaga's Look the Most" or, "I Let My Boyfriend Beat Me Up and Then Forgave Him" or, "Holy Shit, Britney is Still Here" or, "Wait, You Are a Boy and Not a Lesbian?!" or, "Comeback? You Had a Career Before?" just to name a few.
Tip of the Day: Never put yourself in the position to have to clean up a rodents shit.
-Canadian Castaway
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