Take that, spring break! You have failed to strip me of my childhood completely. My cat does not have cancer, which was a strong possibility that I spent most of break worrying about. He is just having digestive problems which he is expected to fully recover from ( Read more... )

It is March 1st, as promised. My play didn't make it. Thirty Nine plays were submitted, fourteen, fifteen? were selected. I don't think I've ever not made it to the 60% percentile of anything in my life. I've been prefacing everything with "If it gets in", and I didn't quite realize that I'd been thinking "When it gets in". I'm not sure what to do ( Read more... )

It's in. I'll know March 1st.

Announcement:Remember back in the fall when I said my goal for the year would be to try to get a play on stage? Well we're still on. My plot has come together more or less, and I'm going to submit it to Chautauqua (the local student theatre festival, for nonUCSCers). Unfortunately, the submission deadline is Feb. 11, giving me two and a half weeks ( Read more... )

I am sicker than I've been in probably 10 years. My throat is filled with barbed wire that shakes whenever I cough, and my muscles are sore from how often that is. I have no time to be sick. I have 4 classes to keep up with, and two jobs to go to, and responsibilities to SAW. I don't want to build a reputation there as a slacker. Fuck reputations. ( Read more... )

Fremont is a very lonely place. Since I've gotten back I've had the same conversation with at least 10 people. It's about the price of housing. People have forgotten how to talk about anything else. It's as if all their thoughts, or at least all their words, have just atrophied away like muscles without use. You'd think that with so much discussion ( Read more... )

Poor, neglected livejournal. First I don't update because there's nothing to say, then because there are a lot of things to say and I don't know which to talk about. I'll try to do better in the future ( Read more... )

So I think I just joined the anti-war movement. I walked into the Stevenson Cafe in search of dinner (failure), and spotted a small cluster of SAW people. Since they had a couple of people I knew (Josh and Scott) I decided to approach them. This was our conversation ( Read more... )

Playwriting is hard. For tomorrow, my assignment is to write an astonishing scene. "The point of the scene is simply that it should have a profound effect on it's audience." It had not previously occurred to me that there was ever any other potential point to a scene. Well, I mean, not to tug at the heartstrings of the audience as an exercise in ( Read more... )

This is going to be a good year. I've decided. Anything that's going to get in my way can expect to be thoroughly defeated. Campus is still the most beautiful place in the world, and despite a few design flaws, the apartment is kick ass. I'm living with some of my favorite people in the entire world, and we are having all kinds of fun. We're in ( Read more... )