(And I never wanted anything from you)

Is that an arm around him or do guys just do that

2010-12-08T06:19:26Z

I got back the feedback for my polished Parenthood script. It was extremely positive. Extremely. I've very proud of myself. The professor told me I did a great job. When she was handing the scripts back I was so nervous. Of course I was the last to get his handed back but it was worth it. There were a lot of checks (she puts checks by what works) and the notes inside the script consisted of left out commas or a single question regarding a scene.

After class, Jeff, a classmate and I, went to the cafeteria. He hadn't had dinner. I set my laptop up and finished up the tags that had come in and on the couch to our left was a guy with his arm around another guy. Arm guy was taller, masculine and the arm-ee was facing away, his face was, so I couldn't make a positive ID. I asked Jeff if guys do that and told me some...brothers do? Yeah, I couldn't hide a laugh from that. The arm guy then kind of, pet the other guy's hair and then sort of rubbed his arm and I got it. The ID. They're gay and together and I had a twinge of jealousy - and then I was simply happy for them.

I want that some day.

Oh boy you've left me speechless

2010-12-06T18:08:15Z

Paranoia, party of one?

So, I woke up to a faux automated credit card suspended message. Called the bank. Everything seemed fine in general. But, when I looked at the number I called, it added a 2 onto the end of my bank's number. So, I'm paranoid that it somehow connected onto my call to my bank? I feel like I'm being really ridiculous. When I called the number back, it counted in French. Has anyone ever encountered this before?

In other news, I stayed up obscenely late and redid my Livejournal profile!

I need to shower and calm down. But, yes, I will be checking my bank account throughout the day!

I used to be love-drunk but now I'm hungover

2010-12-06T09:57:58Z

The semester ends in two weeks. On the 16th I fly home. This week, I have to work on a research paper, a take-home final, a polish of a polish of my Parenthood script, and my Pilot treatment and pitch and then I'm home free. In a way, I miss home. I need a mind-flush and home does that. And a car is there waiting for me. That's so exciting. But, gas will be another expense again. This is better than the carless alternative. I'm a little worried about driving again but, I know I shouldn't be. My accident was human error. It happens. I just need to be an alert driver. I know this and I am so excited to be mobile again. God, so excited. I've learned that some people, you can count on and some, you can't. They don't think you're their responsibility or they're too busy in there own lives to help. Of course, when I'm on the other side, I'll understand where they're coming from. I can't help the circumstances as much as they can. It's just how life works.

I believe everything happens for a reason.

This semester taught me I'm still a procrastinator. This won't change. I know it. But, this works for when...if...when I write for television. The time constraints are absolutely ridiculous. I'll fit right in.

The semester had its ups and downs. I am still extremely single. I still have crazy-issues. I'm still a bitch and I'm still a really sweet guy. But, I'm older and a little bit wiser.

I also have to go to the gym more and eat better. Picky eating is just habit, it's psychological and I have to fucking get past it. I've acknowledged the idea but I can't seem to put it into practice. It's so easy to just stick to the routine.

I have to get better at starting conversations with students in the cafeteria if I want to. Sometimes, I'm good at being outgoing. Somehow, on campus, I'm not. And then other MFA students sit down and I have a personality.

I am beyond stoked for anotheroceanic. Plans are coming together and I feel so honored to be apart of an almost full Vampire Diaries cast. Smallville's exciting me as well. So much possibility. I'm excited for Community and Buffy/Angel casts but their plans are less drawn out. All in all, it's shaping up to be quite epic. polychromatic has become quite the community, as well. At the end of my upcoming plans, I'll have seven characters there.

Tomorrow, we norm. I'm a TA for those who don't know and norming is when the TA's and the professor get together and make sure we're grading the same. It happens after class and it sucks but luckily, if we're on the same page, we finish early. And I have food again so I don't have to stay until dinner.

Speaking of, Jeff is becoming the guy I'm closest with in the class. It's funny because at the beginning of the semester, the dynamic seemed like it would be Jonathon, my roommate. The one I got into the accident with. Turns out, he's Mr. Ambitious. Also, Mr. Narcissist. Jim is a 27 year old veteran-hermit. I'm closest, in general, to Lily, our neighbor across the way. I was close to Kati but, she became a study hermit and never does anything fun. Through Lily, I met the School of Public Policy grad students and branched out. Jon's still an acquaintance but not a good friend. I might be looking into apartments off campus with Jeff, though, so we'll see about that.

All in all? It has not been a horrible semester. I've learned a ton. I'm scared of pitching but it's theatrical and I've acted so I have the strengths in general to be good at it. I just have to put those strengths into practice.

I'm worried about when I take over bills and insurance and rent. It's scary, the idea of being on my own. Completely on my own. And I have been in a way with school loans, but until I get out of grad school, my mom's paying my cell phone bill. I could never take her or my grandparents for granted. They made sure I didn't take loans out for college. And my grandparents always ask me if I need anything.

God, it'll feel great to be back home.

Wow, this got lengthy, didn't it! Well, if you actually read this, good for you. I'm glad. If not, well, screw you and the horse you road in on.

But not really.

Off to do two last prose tags and one action spam. God, if I get into amatomnes I hear I'll never be without tags. This'll be a weird but...awesome and possibly stressful feeling. But, I've sworn to everyone I will not drown in that game, nor will I disappear from others I'm in. If it is too much to handle, the other players will understand but...I'd like to think I can handle it.

I love "I Dreamed a Dream." I'm telling myself I shouldn't listen to all of Les Miserables as I have the complete symphonic recording and it will take hours to get through. But, it's so effing beautiful, isn't it?

I need to end this now or it will never end. So, here I go. Ending it.

Gonna' clean up your looks with all the lies and the books

2010-12-06T01:44:48Z

Fifteen icons? Is horrible. It's horrible. It's so horrible, I paid my journal again and weeded through icons. I also uploaded new ones. God, it's been since the Summer since I wrote in here. But, I would be happier if I did write here more often. I do have so much to say. So, I'm making two posts a week a requirement for me.

We'll see how that goes.

I'm not in a posting mood right now but later tonight I could see one catching everybody up. We shall see.

Hello again, personal journal. I did miss you.

Pay it forward

2010-10-05T09:00:52Z

To the first five ten eight (five is such a small number) people who comment to this post, I will gift you with something of my own crafting. Mainly, a ficlet, or something completely random. You may love it or you may think it sucks, but regardless, it will be made with ♥love♥ for you from me.

The catch? You must pay it forward and post this in your journal so you can gift 5 of your friends with special gifts made by you.

If you would like me to write something specific, tell me. If you'd rather be surprised, I will come up with something on my own, based on what I know of you. I know that I'm behind on requests, but this is a pay it foward meme, and I am essentially, paying it forward.

From the edge of the deep green sea

2010-09-02T06:48:31Z

I have been in California for a full week as of today. This week could be described with too many words to type down. I could go into it all. And I just might depending on how long I just sit here and type. Because, I feel like just sitting here, letting my iTunes shuffle, and typing. Because, I need to. I haven't for a week and I'm trying to keep up at least a partially scheduled posting...schedule. Partially regular, maybe, is what I mean. I don't know. I think it's coming across, though. What I mean.

Thursday morning everything came together. Mom and Bob went off to the famous track, the name of which I can't place right now. My one roommate Jonathan and I went out that morning into Malibu to explore and to get coffee. Our conversations flowed and they were intelligent and I found someone I really connected with. And after a little bush rounding I admitted that I was gay and he didn't care. He's that guy. He's religious but informed and smart and professional. He is also ambitious as anything.

After, we headed out to Thousand Oaks so he could get a new phone. On the way back, after Jon had fiddled with the GPS, I glanced down to see what the speed limit was and looking up I saw the stop sign up ahead as well as the stopped car and I slammed on the breaks, rear-ending them. (Side-note: I am over it and I need to let it go but in order to explain away the week it needs to be detailed. I think it will help the letting go as well.) Anyway, Jon kept me calm or tried and I was just freaking out. Both parties involved were physically fine. I did everything I was supposed to. Calling Mom was the hardest thing, though. I always hate calling her in bad situations.

I also connect this to my hatred for voice-mails. I despise voice mails. When I find I have one, I get a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I called insurance throughout the day, including when I got home to finish the claim. Jon called his friend Laura who met us at the scene and drove me to the car care place they took the car to. She was fantastic and she and Jon are two of my good friends here, now. Car care turned into Enterprise and I went home with a rental. An Infiniti. A car that surpasses my old car in leaps and bounds and driving it back I felt both cool and uncomfortable. I don't recommend the feeling.

Anyway, despite asshole tow-truck drivers and accidental accidents I moved on. Went out with Laura and Jon Thursday and Friday night. Friday night at Coogies we had a waiter I had had before. And we ended up striking up conversation with him. His name's Ken and he went to Pepperdine and he is severely talented. He's a wannabe actor like every other waiter in Malibu.

Saturday, mom, Bob and I went to Santa Barbara and then a cousin's for dinner. It was nice.

Before Tuesday night, I couldn't help but question my being here or at least how I had been feeling here. There are moments where I feel extremely secure in my being here and who I know and will know eventually. But, other times, I'm not at all. Jon's out, Jim's a hermit and Sinclair's either whistling in his room or out somewhere else, and I'm ... here. With a rental car that's going any day now.

Insurance called on Tuesday. It is a total loss. My grandparents assure me they're going car shopping again. I hate that they have to or...want to...I hate them spending money they don't have to spend on me. I don't believe stupidity should be rewarded but I do need a car out here. I made it clear that not only was I appreciative but I feel terrible. They assured me that I didn't need to. It was an accident.

Monday, I started TAing. I was still feeling off in general. I was five minutes late because I second guessed where we were supposed to meet. But, once there, I relaxed and it was nice. Funny. Informative. There's a lot of reading involved and there will be essay grading involved as well.

OK, fast forward to Tuesday night. Writing for One Hour Television. Taught by a professor I won't name but she worked on Charmed among other projects and she's currently developing a Pilot for SciFi. Anyway, I realized there that I want to do this. I want to write for television and I want to be out here and it's where I need to be. I had been a little discouraged with the hyper-Christian goings-on but it really is just a welcoming place. It's just hard not knowing anyone and realizing that I'm a grad student and I shouldn't be sitting and feeling lonely. I should be secure in who I am. And I'll get there.

I'm going to spec Parenthood for class. Essentially, for those who don't know, a spec is writing a script for it. Except, you're writing the best episode ever. Ace characterizations and no big revelations and side characters that just pop.

Post-class, I called Mom because she had texted me during to tell me that she was still up. (They flew back Tuesday morning.) She just wanted to hear my voice. And we talked and I assured her that I love the class and she informed me that she knows I'm meant to be out here. It...really helped.

Today was sort of a one step forward, two steps back day. I watched Parenthood. A lot. I studied the structure and the beats and the story breakdown and the act breaks. It really makes me reevaluate television.

And now for the two steps back. I didn't really go out. Jon went to Duke's to fill in an application and went onto campus for lunch and then did a time-lapse camera shoot and then drove into L.A. to meet friends. I did connect with Laura for dinner but she was already dinnering with a friend. She invited me but I'm not a guy who imposes and they were going for Mexican. So, I turned her offer down.

I need to look into on-campus jobs and to do that I have to sign on online and fill in online applications. And I will. I will. I'm debating E-mailing the TV professor about my findings but I don't know why I would because I don't have any specific questions. But, I do find I love talking about it. Which is a good sign, right? I think it's a good sign. I think it's a really good sign.

I just have to get over this pedestrian left out feeling when I'm not doing something or I need to do something myself. Either way. I will. I will get better at being me out here. I will love it, even. I'm on my way.

Tomorrow, I TA again. And tomorrow night is Film Theory with an after-karaoke possibility happening, I think. And, if not, next Thursday there is definite karaoke-ing for my birthday after class.

I turn 22 on Tuesday. September 7th. 22. In California. And for the first year I'm not afraid it's going to go by unnoticed. Mostly because I'm not timid, noone needs to know it's my birthday guy. Because it'll be my effing BIRTHDAY and that is cause to celebrate. And? No class on Monday.

In conclusion to this massive entry, I'm going to be alright but I'm not there.

What is this, I don't even...

2010-08-26T01:21:20Z

How am I watching T.V. from the East Coast?

Make a little birdhouse in your soul

2010-08-25T17:55:56Z

I made it through my first fake day and now for my first real day. I woke up and it was early. 8:30 early but I expected to awaken early. Still adjusting to the time zone switch. My room was cool and not at all as hot as I thought it'd be. There was a breeze coming in. It was nice. I managed to unpack mostly everything.

I need to set up my printer, actually organize everything, go food shopping, go school supplies shopping and tomorrow I have to explore the campus. I have to use my key to get into the gym because it could expire if I don't. Of course, I have to find...the gym. And there's a public pool for students with ID. Outdoors. And there's a tennis center. Not just a court, but a center all for tennis. And the campus is huge, it's on the side of a mountain and my view is spectacular.

I have my car back! We had to drive into Callabasas to pick it up. I drove it back behind Bob on Malibu Canyon road - way windy. And by windy I mean curve-y and not, blowing in the ... wind. This morning, I finally moved my car to the lower level. Because it's less walking to get to which is nice!

What else.

What else.

Um, I'm ecstatic to be here? You effing bet.

He broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it

2010-08-24T04:38:55Z

I'm sitting here on my bed. I have just finished the last shower I will ever take in Maryland until December. I'm listening to Paramore and breathing. My cat has crawled into my the open part to me laptop case. It is incredibly cute. I really will miss them. The kittens. Mom. Bob. My family. But, I want this. I have wanted this for some time now, sitting and watching a television show thinking that maybe someday I could do that. And this is a step. A really big, huge, moving across the country step.

In other news, HBO's pilot Tilda starring Diane Keaton has gotten dramatic behind the scenes. And I think it's supposed to be the other way around. But, maybe it's just me?

My iTunes shuffle is strange and all because I tried to be psychic. Sometimes, I ask how something is going to go and the songs it plays can tell me [loosely and never accurately, after all it's fun B.S.) but this shuffle is strange. Although "Gimme Gimme" is now playing. And God, who doesn't want love, you know?

My kitten is now asleep and I should be too. Early flight. Early. I am talking early-early. Along with DVD's I bought Catching Fire the second book in The Hunger Games series. Question is, will I watch DVD's? Read? Or sleep?

Stay tuned tomorrow night for the answer and yes, I know you are just dying to find out.

This isn't an ending. This is only the beginning.

And you know the light is fading all too soon

2010-08-23T20:41:46Z

Mid-way through letting packing stress and my mom's everything get to me, I stopped. I had to stop because if I didn't stop I was going to freak out or snap or just do something generally unpleasant. And so, I stopped. I stopped and focused on DVD's I'd be bringing. No DVD's will fit in suitcases as I have cut severely back these next few months. I've packed Gilmore Girls Seasons 2 and 6, Buffy Season 2, Private Practice Season 2, One Tree Hill Season 3 and Veronica Mars Season 1. And yes, this bothers me because now I have the impulse to watch everything over and over again. But, I'm over it. I am over the holyshitican'thaveeverythingtherewithmerightaway impulse. Because, it's not smart price-wise to ship everything out at once and it is an impossibility. Surpassing this notion was what I needed. I'm going to be busy. I'm going to be really busy. I'll be a TA and I'll be taking classes and I will have a life so, that many DVD's, I will live with.

What's also hit is the realization that I am leaving. Completely. Tomorrow morning I get on a plane and I fly out to Los Angeles, California before driving out to Malibu and moving into a four person apartment and then a week from tomorrow, my mother and Bob will leave.

And I'll be in California. I will be there. And I did it.

It's jarring.

But, it's what I want and sometimes, I think it's what I need.

Seems like everywhere i go the more I see the less I know

2010-08-21T19:13:18Z

I leave on Tuesday. I know a lot of this Summer I felt directionless, stagnant and wanted things to begin. But, I feel like I needed this Summer. I needed a Summer home to realize that what I have back here isn't any less -- anything. It's going to be here. Yes, I need new surroundings, new frontiers. I want to write for television. I need to not be living in the same apartment with my mother and Bob. But, for the Summer, it worked. I know I know nothing. It's simple and repetitive but it's true. I don't really know anything. Last year at Frostburg really was a good, exciting time for me. I used to think this Summer was a step back.

Like, I know why the Summer months between semesters or life choices are never touched upon in T.V. save for Gilmore Girls doing it well. It's because, life does give pause when you have no ties to anything and you're going to be making a step in your life to - move forward.

I just had to get to that step.

And I am rocketing towards it.

I didn't mention, because of someone's nefarious distracting technique, that I got a teaching assistantship. I'm going to be TA and I'm going to be paid for it. From this, my mother has concluded that I don't need a part time job. That, that will be my part time job. I don't honestly know yet. But, what I do know is I'll be away from her constant opinions and ideas and I will be making my own decisions. I miss it. It's not that I've been pandering to her at all. It's just -- I do act different around her at times. My family in general, actually.

I'm not completely comfortable in my skin. Or, I am when I'm not around...home. I don't understand it myself and I might be describing the idea wrong. But, it's kind of the conclusion I've come to. My mom judges my karaoke choices, I hate intolerance and ignorance (not her, God no, she's open) but around here and at the local bar there is just -- judgment. Karaoke is not for judgment. It is for fun. No going into details here, it's just -- friends I've made are awesome but people outside -- you can never tell what they're thinking and I am so tired of going to an establishment and having people assume I'm with the woman with me. No, I am not super gay but fuck, I would love to look gay-er without my mother pointing it out. And she hasn't in some time -- because I've curbed.

I ... just can't wait.

And mom constantly brings up that I'll be back in December. I am so not thinking about it like that. I'm not. This is the first step in getting my own life, discovering myself, and not being behind at life. I'll have a car out there, thank God, and thank God I started driving again. I'd go crazy, I swear.

Don't get me wrong. I adore my family, my mother, grandparents, etc. But, I am at peace with not seeing them for months at a time. Calls and E-mails are the fad, now, right? Kidding.

But, really, I am scared. Ecstatic. Nervous. Anxious. All of the above. But, I feel like this is just the right step for me. I need it. I need the new surroundings, more open people, my family not on the same coast as me.

I need a life. My own life. I need to cultivate an existence.

Did I take a step too far?

2010-08-19T15:44:52Z

In all honesty, I should update. Should I not? It's been a few weeks since my last confess - oh, wait, wrong place. Whoops. That would have been embarrassing.

Okay, so, updating, updating. I have been doing the minimum amount of work daily, really regarding my moving away. Today that changes as I jump into over-friggin'-drive. I need to throw things away and clean and do massive amounts of laundry. MASSIVE. I need to turn off AIM before bashipforever is a distracting fiend and she knows it.

This post is devolving into entropy. Fine. Bullets.

- Leaving on Tuesday
- Financial Aid definitely came through and is going to cover the semesters, which is nice. The grandparents have offered to finance the summers.
- All of my TV on DVD is in boxes. MAN THAT'S ALOT OF BOXES. Just saying.
- Mom marvels at them and I think a side of her cringes.
- I liked Eat, Pray, Love
- I have been living on polychromatic. I have never had such fun writing Xander.
- I need a shower.
- I need to clean.
- I need to sort/throw things away.
- Laundry
- Entropy. Damn it.

Your friendly neighborhood oracle of all things knowable and unknowable at your service

2010-08-07T06:14:50Z

JUDGE ME

Catch a wave, bud, you're drifting

2010-08-06T16:20:27Z

Okay. To-do list for today.

- Finish Amatomnes application.
- Laundry. Fecking laundry.
- Catch up on T.V. I've missed [lower priority]

In 2002 I was lucky enough to get my hands on Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 1. From then on when a season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer came out, I picked it up. Fast forward to now. I now own an obscene amount of television on DVD. And somehow, it's going to be transported to California. Me? I don't know how. We thought we'd put some in the car we're shipping out but it's gon' be hot. So, all ideas are out the window.

Little bit discouraging but we'll think of something.

It's not as if I don't have a thousand other things to think about. Like, a shit load of shit in my room. I could have said that with more intelligence.

What else. Um, I like Covert Affairs but I feel like there's something missing. I don't love it. There's nothing I really love and Piper Perabo continues to remind me of Sydney Bristow. I feel like she marathoned Alias and is trying to match Jennifer Garner's voice.

Who needs to get it in gear?

Me, that is who.

Yeah well, she drags you down and she pulls you up she says that she's sorry now but it's not enough

2010-08-05T17:00:27Z

Description of how long these feelings have existed, belief that noone else could feel the same as I

2010-08-05T16:57:48Z

I need to do online loan entrance counseling today. I need to do a lot of laundry. I need to start figuring out how things are getting to California. I need to shower. I need to eat. Am I moving? Am I accomplishing any of this? I don't think I am. You could guess otherwise but you would be wrong. I really have to start getting into gear and waking up earlier and getting used to getting up earlier. I also purposefully used getting a thousand times in that sentence. It made me smile.

Okay. So, the quote, 'real' reason for this entry.

I finally made history and met thiswholeflight in person! She moved a little less than an hour away from me. So, yesterday afternoon I impulsively slid the idea of me coming over by her and she was unenthusiastic. Headed over right away...without having eaten and let me tell you guys, this drive was epic. If epic means incredibly confusing and an hour longer then it should've been.

So, I stopped by McDonalds because I thought I was near her home. I pull back onto University drive which takes me onto her street. My GPS tells me to make a U-turn before telling me it's on my right. It is not on my right. 7-11 is on my right, but her apartment complex is not. So, I call and after a little fumbling, she tells me to head down past McDonalds. Well, a wrong street leads to me sitting in a parking lot for fifteen minutes waiting for her before I realize I'm not where I need to be. I drive across the street and end up in a residential neighborhood. Finally, we isolate that I needed to go left originally and not right.

So, I turn back around and drive back up the street before turning into her complex and letting her in my car. She is not a serial killer if everyone is wondering. She is a beautiful human being, albeit with an interesting fashion sense.

Kidding!

Anyway, she tells me this horrifying story that I will let her tell and then we go upstairs. Her apartment is small but cozy and her dog is fantastic. And I hate dogs. So, he is also magic. Yes, a magic dog. We watch my favorite episode of One Tree Hill ever, kind of because we also have fun on the web and talk through it.

I decide that I'm staying for dinner [after being invited, what kind of guy do you think I am?] and she asks for help with the ground beef. Tacos were on the menu if anyone is wondering. And, with my skills I break the ground beef up. She cuts onions, makes rice, refried beans and her step-mother went out for taco fixings. Well, tortilla.

By the way, a PSA. Touch your own tortilla.

Dinner was filled with semi-geeky talk with a smattering of historical facts. I adore her father and her step-mother and I think I made a good impression. I offered to help with the dishes. And I actually helped with unfolding paper from a box because they recycle [go them!]. Heidi sits on her butt. But, she looks pretty doing it!

It was close to 8 so I left soon after.

Pulling onto the street that I am off of, the rain starts to pour, so much that my turn is crazy-blind. Sort of like, if Helen Keller were a turn. I had to make a Helen Keller.

Anyway, I got home and then proceeded to walk into a sitcom. I kept my GPS in the glove compartment before making a run for it to the door. I realize my lights are on. I open the door, turn them off, close it and make it inside. And then I realize my phone's still in the door. So, I run back out again. I was soaked when I got inside.

But, it was all worth it.

I really do have to get shit done, though. Pray for me, y'all!

It's alright to tell me what you think about me. I won't try to argue or hold it against you.

2010-07-29T16:34:40Z

The world is a turvy-topsy place. Pea-purees are being stolen, kittens are hitting the enter button before it's needed, people shampoo their toothbrushes. Okay, I have to explain the last one. Sometimes, in the shower, I brush my teeth. Faster, right? Well, I wasn't thinking and I poured shampoo all over my toothbrush. So? I bought another toothbrush and it cost me fourteen bucks. Why, Brandon? Why did it cost that much? Oh, because I bought floss, mouth wash, and tooth paste, too.

Before that, however, I fed my friend Lindsey's cats. Buddy came right up to me and was very in my vicinity as I was pouring him food. Phoebe was nowhere in sight. Probably giving someone a massage. Yes, she was named after that Phoebe. I totally love her for that.

For those of you I bugged, the identity of the song has been found! Or, Lindsey texted me it. And here it is for your downloading pleasure.

Still Standing - Bridges and a Bottle

For the record, memyselfandfi thinks the tempo should pick up at a certain point. I like it as is but I'm not a Peyton Sawyer in the making.

I have to finish cleaning out my closet.

In other, other news, I cannot wait to see thiswholeflight in person. As we speak, she is a little over an hour away from me. A little over an hour!

Can you contain you joy? Because I can't contain mine!

Also, loved Inception. Loved.

The Laws Have Changed

2010-07-26T15:32:57Z

I have to get into gear this week. Today's project is checking through my drawers and getting rid of things that I never wear/will never wear again. Fashion don'ts and clothes that don't fit as well as putting away winter clothes seeing as I won't see wintery winters for some time, hopefully. Hopefully, I'll get through all six drawers before I go see Inception this afternoon with Lindsay.

Speaking of Lindsay about two weeks ago we decided to exchange playlists. I don't know where the idea originated but I had song ideas swirling around in my head. Yesterday, she told me she had the prototype to my CD in her car and I was like, well - damn, what have I been doing, Slacker McSlackerson? So, I started at ten, pulling songs together and slowly building one. My concept grew. I used to do an exercise when bored in class. I would come up with episode names for television shows and whole plots just to not pay attention in high school. Sometimes, I would come home and try to flesh them out. So, from my first playlist, plot loosely emerged -- if something can emerge loosely. And then, the first playlist ended in a cliffhanger so I needed to form another one. So, I now have two playlists and two "seasons" worth of plot. And then, at two in the morning I wrote two three scene episodes.

There's talk I deserve the Abigail Adams for work Above and Beyond.

Ahem. If you know what this is from I will reward you.

Alas, I must go and sort and throw and check. But first, I have to remember what my tag system means!

I also have a plurk now. Sayheyiloveyou is me!

Product Of My Own Design

2010-07-22T05:49:44Z

I'm deliberately not going to bed, yet.

'Cause It's a Hindrance to Myself If I'm A Stranger to Myself

2010-07-21T20:51:04Z

atomic_eyes gave me "M"

1] Miniature Disasters "KT Tunstall" l I really identify with this song. Very much so.
2] Kate Nash "Merry Happy" l I heard it on Grey's so identify it with Grey's Anatomy in general.
3] Mercy "Duffy" l Riley to Buffy.
4] Bittersweet "The Mating Game" l Callie circs S3 of Grey's but she was also dancing to it. But, love this song.
5] Judy Garland "The Man That Got Away" l Iconic. Love it. And it was at the end of "So...Good Talk". Luke and Lorelai all the way.

Nothing new to report! Back to your regularly scheduled journal.

Let's Get Together and Talk About the Modern Age

2010-07-21T03:09:29Z

Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Name 5 songs you love starting with that letter. And, for extra credit I'll say which character, pairing, or series it reminds me of.

bangafewgongs gave me "G"

1] Michelle Branch "Goodbye to You" l Vast. Fits so much.
2] Avril Lavigne "Girlfriend" l George/Izzie circa the end of Season 3. This was their anthem for me!
3] Cheryl Lynn "Got To Be Real" l Carrie Bradshaw but, sorry, it was on the Sex and the City finale so I'm biased.
4] Billie Holiday "God Bless the Child" l Also Nancy Botwin. It's just very Nancy.
5] Rilo Kiley "The Good That Won't Come Out" l This is very isolated Buffy as well as Nancy Botwin.

thiswholeflight gave me "Y", the bitch!

1] Snow Patrol "You're All I Have" l This reminds me of Meredith and Derek.
2] Fall Out Boy "You're Crashing, But You're No Wave" l Almost all Fall Out Boy reminds me of One Tree Hill. Damn you Peyton for dating Pete Wentz!
3] Barry White "You're the First, the Last, My Everything" l ALLY. MCBEAL. Specifically, John Cage.
4] Lifehouse "You and Me" l Just, good romantic feelings.
5] Yellowcard "You and Me and One Spotlight" l I used to really identify with the song. It's what I want.

penguinfighter gave me "S"

1] Newsies "Santa Fe" l A lost and alone Faith, Xander, I mean - it fits multiple.
2] Nickelback "Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)" l Early Ryan on The O.C. or, fuck, Faith or because of the one episode, the Gilmore Girls.
3] OneRepublic "Say (All I Need)" l A lot. A fucking lot.
4] Michael Franti "Say Hey (I Love You)" l Weeds. Flashmob. Fucking awesome.
5] Dashboard Confessional "Screaming Infidelities" l IDK.

My 'h' key is being a bitch. It doesn't always show up and hitting the backspace button is getting tiresome. Tiresome, I say!

Had an itch to get out of the apartment today so I showed up an hour early to dinner at my grandparents expecting to help set the table or something. But, everything was done. So, we had margaritas. I also went there in the pouring rain and a tornado warning...my mother called to check up on me. I'd rather look at this like a, "I'm loved" type deal and not a whole...little bit smothery-over the top, 'cause I love her.

After the grandrents, I met Lyndsay at the bar! I didn't drink. Until she said I had to have one beer. Then my cousin Ryan and his girlfriend Paje came up. Still had my one beer. Left early before another of their friends showed up because her idea of 5 minutes away is hours. Seriously. You know those types of people, right?

I love how it took five posts before I stopped numbering them...

Run This Town

2010-07-20T19:08:09Z

Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Name 5 songs you love starting with that letter. And, for extra credit I'll say which character, pairing, or series it reminds me of.

1] The Beatles "Revolution" l Xander-y keeping Buffy grounded during crisis. Maybe. Not great at this whole labeling thing!
2] Rhianna/Jay-Z "Run This Town" l Very Buffy related to me, but the group as a whole, very we will kick ass and take names. Now that it continues? It is very Faith.
3] Snow Patrol "Run" l Like the next one, this song can pertain to many a couple.
4] Roisin Murphy "Ramalana Bang Bang" l Most characters who enjoy sex and follow their hearts? Hard one.
5] Travis "Re-Offendor" l This can either be Brooke and Lucas - all the way, or Buffy and Riley early-mid season 5.

[Five] The Agency Giveth, The Agency Take It Away

2010-07-20T04:44:53Z

I just watched Covert Affairs, the new USA show with Piper Perabo. I really liked it. And, while it does have its own voice I think I agree with a friend of mine in that it's not very original. Then again, everything is derivative of everything now. The weird thing is, and maybe it's just me, put Piper's voice reminds me so much of Jennifer Garner's, seriously. But, despite severe similarities I will tune in as it is very engaging.

[Four] His Work and Nothing More

2010-07-19T19:13:06Z

The exclamation this little girl elicits at the end of this wonderful clip is now my text message and E-mail ringtone on my phone.

Be jealous.

Also, seeing this movie tonight. Hoping not to be disappointed. Don't think I will be.

It's people! Soylent Green is people!

[Three] Race You To the Top of the Morning

2010-07-19T15:22:13Z

My kittens, while unflinchingly cute, are driving me insane. Pink, striped with a pink nose, looked like she was trying to get comfortable on my bed, but she wanted to attack my knee and my computer screen and everything so I tossed her off my bed. Now was not bed with Brandon time. Not when she was doing that.

She's still fucking adorable, though.

I half-watched things last night so I need to rewatch True Blood. I tuned in for 24 Hour Restaurant Battle which was pretty interesting. I missed out on a new episode of The Glades but that's replayed all week methinks. I cannot get enough of quirky procedurals, apparently!

I got distracted mid entry with The Next Food Network Star...

Last night, there was a pretty productive group chat with fellow mods of a community I'm a part of and I think everything we discussed is for the better. I'm actually quite happy with the conversation. Things were done. We're moving forward.

Also, Buffy should have met Sam Winchester on screen. Seriously, there should've been a crossover. Seriously. This is a reason why I love RP.