Day 384

I have some horrid news. Turns out that this year in school I actually have to work hard. It's not like I am in high school anymore and can skip classes to read and still get above average grades. No, I have a thesis to write which means at least two more episodes of shows, a short film script due, and a one act play along with five jobs. I may have to start doing cocaine just to get it all done but with five jobs I still need to take out a student loan to just get by so I guess acquiring an expensive drug habit is out. So, unfortunately I may have to cut back on blogging. I still hope to update things a few times a week with nasty remarks and observations. I mean shit, it's not like I am going to totally change who I am.

I was in a funk today. I went to a class with a friend of mine and was hoping she'd cheer me up. She gave her take of my state of being in a play by play version of what she thought my mood was. Her predictions went something like, "You are like manic today, aren't you?" And then there were periods of her just putting her hand on my arm and looking into my eyes as though to say, "It's all going to be okay." At first I blamed the weather for my mood but I am starting to think being told you are pissed off all day actually makes you pissed off. I think I need to make a few new friends, the kind that would say, "You are wonderfully confident and happy today."

Tonight I went to a film class. My very first film class to be exact. It's about producing for film and television. There were people with all sorts of backgrounds there. There was the non-stop talking theatre girl who claimed to be ohh so good at getting people to be creative. Maybe she didn't shut up long enough to realize that she wasn't letting them be creative. There was the rich kid who lived in Hollywood who may or may not be a douche but he sure is cute. There was the nerdy dude in the Zelda t-shirt who over-enunciated words. There was even a guy who has a list of directing gigs from the past few decades including working with the famous Coreys.

My favorite classmate though was the Chinese guy who said the words, "I was electrocuted and almost died. But, I survived." Then he said that he had a film that he worked on coming out tomorrow at an art gallery and he declared that he should've brought flyers to hand out. He dug around in his sleeves and produced flyers like magicians pull rabbits from hats. He gave a speech about how in ancient China people wore garments with huge sleeves so they could carry stuff in them. He then went into evidence through elementary physics about why carrying a backpack is bad for you. Later, another student made a comment about needing a beer. And, like magic, the Chinese student produced a beer from his sleeve. I went up to the teacher that I had earlier told I may not stay in the class due to my heavy course load and declared, "If that guy is going to be pulling stuff of his sleeves then I am staying in. I am all in."

I just found an episode of Cheers on that I haven't seen before. It's like being given a giftcard for happiness. When I was a kid and I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up (shut up, I know I've told this story a million times) instead of saying, "I want to be an astronaut or a veterinarian" I said, "I want to be happy." What I should've said was, "I want to be a 26 year old who is happy about seeing episodes of an old TV show."

Tip of the Day: Do what makes you happy. Who needs veterinarians.

-Canadian Castaway