I just sold my TV.  A duality of feelings: both sadness and excitement.  A distraction from my room is gone, and giant chunk of money sits on my desk -- saves me from the red, which is nice, but on the other hand...that TV was my first TV evar.  My TV.  Oh well.  It's just a thing.  And as long as I have my DVDs (also just things, but they are ( Read more... )

So this is what morning looks like...

The Good:
--Tuesday interview with this media company.  I need money.  A decent job would help me with that, methinks.
--My script suddenly became alive yesterday, which was weird.  For the first time, I sat down to write and didn't feel like I was working.  The process was playful and fun.  It's taken a long time, but I'm glad I'm there.  I still ( Read more... )

I had a day yesterday that I feel like I didn't earn.  It was just too good.  I woke up and checked my email to see just how bad my bank account is going to become over the next few weeks, and I got an email from my Financial Aid department saying that they're going to put $144 dollars into my account...for no good reason, really.  Okay!  Fine by ( Read more... )

Charlie's decaffeination process continues to putter along quite nicely.  Periods of hazy shittiness?  To be expected.  Moments of absolute clarity?  A pleasant surprise.  It's strange to put your body through a process like this to see how much it relies on certain substances.  Certain vices.  I don't want to say addiction, because addiction is ( Read more... )

After Chamber Singer's morning-to-afternoon recital, I got home extremely exhausted and decided to pour myself a big cuppa Joe to wake myself up before seeing a play with friends that evening.  After drinking it, I immediately fell asleep and woke up feeling real shitty and real groggy.  Coffee should not do that .  Coffee is not meant to be a ( Read more... )

...nope.  Nope, it really can't last.  Yesterday I woke up excited about the day and about life in general.  It was one of those days; the grass was green, the sky was blue, it was crisp and cold outside and nothing could stop me.  THEN I went to Indian Buffet.  THEN my life came crashing down all around me.  Slowly but surely my body started ( Read more... )

School, social, extracurricular, and-hope I don’t jinx it-romantic parts of my relatively inconsequential life seem to be collecting into a period of steady goodness, making me feel like my life can be something more than inconsequential. To that I say hurray. I knew this morning was giving off good day vibes when I checked a midterm score for an ( Read more... )

It's coming...

• Late-night hookah sessions at the 1392 Haight house.
• Philosophizing about pseudo-imporant things at the same location as the one listed above.  It hearkens back to the good ol PoPoMo-bro days.
• Discovering what a delay modifier does to an instrument.  I will now make everything I write sound like The Edge's guitar from U2.  Yes.  This will ( Read more... )