Rambles 1:19

I have considered ranting about the inadequacies of U.S. news media, or maybe the idiocy (and this may be my hypocrisy entirely) of some people in my screenwriting class (OK, idiocy might be too strong a word... maybe), but really, I just want to do something before I go to sleep. Unfortunately, I'll probably keep it short because the pitter-patter of my little fingers on my silvery keyboard is apt to irritate my roommate, even in her sleep.

She has a lovely scarf collection, might I add.

I've been thrown two curveballs lately, maybe three. I've been faced with an unprecedented situation that is not being resolved as I should like or expected, and is, in my eyes, a serious matter of principle if nothing else and not a joke. I'm trying to make the best of something because there's no sense in ruining something beautiful just because plans change. This is all very petty, but really, here's hoping the next five days are brilliant.

Next, I bought a bunch of books today. For a hair over fifteen dollars I find myself with copies (well, one each) of 'The World's Greatest Short Stories', 'Great Short Stories by American Women', (a boy playing the guitar and singing just walked by with two dancing girls in hoodies), 'Dubliners', 'The Picture of Dorian Grey', and 'The Awakening'. This is an excellent start for summer reading, in addition to the many, many other books I own and must consume. This excludes the ones I don't own, which is honestly nearly infinite.

I can't wait for summer.

Yes, I can, though, because this quarter has been lovely. I'm working on a painting right now. It's in acrylics, but oils would serve it better. It's pretty basic at the moment, as I'm mostly layering and experimenting with color, but soon enough I'll add the details. I have another of a fountain I need to make some progress on. In time, I suppose.

I love life.

I've been saying "Oh heavens" a lot lately. Not sure why.

This is much too serious. I should try this again when I'm feeling funnier. I find, however, that a great deal of my comedy is in my presentation. Maybe this is why I think I find more success as an actress than a writer. At least when it comes to comedy. I don't think I've explored either of these skills enough yet to make that statement definitive.

Haha, I'm interested in re-reading this when I come back to it. Doing that always makes me feel like I'm my own old friend. My past, present, and future selves have a lot of respect for each other. This is starting to sound crazy, but it's true. I don't think you should hold your past against you just because you've grown since then. You still owe yourself some credit, or at least respect. Plus, I like a lot about my past selves, and quite often they are way funnier than my present. Or at least I don't appreciate my own writing until the future. Anyway, the passage of time makes me my own friend, my own pen pal. I write myself notes and private jokes in Elvish sometimes in notes or just scraps of paper for myself to find later because I know someday I'll need a laugh. I like the idea of having an inside joke with yourself, because that's as good as it gets. I also know exactly what to say. To myself. In the future.

I usually detest being this self-reflexive outside my own mind. That's why I don't keep a diary. I'd rather live life than ruminate, in writing, on the recent events of my own. I've tried, but journals aren't for me. Unless they're for ideas, but that's different.

Basically, this is an exception. This quarter has been so pleasant, I hope it keeps up. I'm curious for the future, and hope things pursue at least this nice of a course. I don't want to jinx it though. Ah well, c'est la vie (you'd be real surprised how few people are familiar with this phrase). I might sleep now.