Okay. So. My daily routine is getting pathetic. Get up, go to school, come home from school, do pile of homework, do half hour of harp, eat dinner, put on loud music in hopes that it will distract me from the fact that I'm on the treadmill and do half an hour on the treadmill, and go to sleep. I have to do something about this. But first I have to figure out where the hell I'm going to college and I have to record the Debussy Danses and Rumba and two etudes for the contest and I have to find a poem I've written that I don't hate and I have to finish my fucking novel and pick out a short excerpt and make it pretty also for the contest and I have to... ugh.
New mantra: It could be worse. It could be, for instance, last year, which was a disaster in terms of stressedoutedness.
I'm going to work on the novel. Really, I am. I have to. But I have this other story I want to finish first, and then I have this incredible idea for another novel for November this year, kind of a dark sci-fi really fascinating concept (fascinating to me, anyway), I'm really excited about it, but I've got to finish the one from last year in case I get somewhere in the contest and they want to see a full novel instead of just a chapter and a summary. But I want to write this other one! Damn me and my too-many-projects-ness!
And I will leave you with this.
Me: but how are you for sex?
Yeah, okay, I'm kind of a slut. (And yet a virgin slut. How mysterious.)
New mantra: It could be worse. It could be, for instance, last year, which was a disaster in terms of stressedoutedness.
I'm going to work on the novel. Really, I am. I have to. But I have this other story I want to finish first, and then I have this incredible idea for another novel for November this year, kind of a dark sci-fi really fascinating concept (fascinating to me, anyway), I'm really excited about it, but I've got to finish the one from last year in case I get somewhere in the contest and they want to see a full novel instead of just a chapter and a summary. But I want to write this other one! Damn me and my too-many-projects-ness!
And I will leave you with this.
Me: but how are you for sex?
Yeah, okay, I'm kind of a slut. (And yet a virgin slut. How mysterious.)
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Date: 2003-09-08 05:07 pm (UTC)Have you read their Hamlet? It's excellent. It was a major inspiration to my Act III group last year (when we had to shorten and perform Act III of Hamlet, which is the one with all the soliloquies, and were sorely tempted to shorten it to:
Curtain.
Enter HAMLET stage right.
HAMLET: To be, or not to be? (flips a coin) Oh. (stabs self, dies)
Curtain.)