I took Kate to the airport this morning around 7am. On the way home, I had this sudden burst of energy. I went to Coles and bought a whole lot of food and some lightbulbs. Yes, lightbulbs (because I get so many good ideas trololol...anyone? no?). Also, Coles is eerily quiet at that time of morning. I felt like I should've started a parade in the condiments aisle just to create some ambience. Anyway, once I was home, I went into a mcflurry of speed and determination. I changed SIX lightbulbs. I really do just have to reiterate that at 8am on a Friday morning, when everyone was sleeping, I was prancing around doing housework like a fucking wizard.
I was almost at the point where I needed someone to start telling a joke. It would've gone like this.
Random Person: "How many 22 year old girls does it take to change six lightbulbs?"
Me: "JUST ONE MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSS!"
That's when I'd burst into the room enveloped in machine guns and blow everyone's minds with my mad skillz, with a 'z'.
I don't even really know what I'm writing about entirely, but I know that it works in my head and I'm really excited about lightbulbs. Even better, I keep misspelling lightbulbs as "lightblubs" which makes me think of ethereal goo floating through the air.
Geez, did I eat crack for breakfast?
You may notice that I mentioned a 22 year old girl. Good guess, I turned 22! My birthday was a month ago and was a massive non-event. I was supposed to have a birthday dinner with 6 or so friends, but then 2 of them cancelled (sluts) so I decided it wasn't worth it. Not to say that the other 4 weren't worth it, I just enjoyed the larger group dynamic.
I've also recently been writing a TV show with Lani. We've been brainstorming back and forth for at least 6 weeks now, but I finally stopped procrasti-cleaning and actually put finger to keyboard. So far I have 7 pages of script, which logic says should be 7 minutes of footage, but I believe it to be closer to 10. FUCK THE SYSTEM!
I think all of the writing and cleaning has started to alter my brain patterns. In a good way. I've started thinking about things in a more productive manner as oppose to just losing my mind to the TV all day. Damn how I love my TV. I think they forgot to add "Thou shalt have Foxtel" to the list of commandments.
So now, in my newly lit loungeroom, I shall continue writing.
I was almost at the point where I needed someone to start telling a joke. It would've gone like this.
Random Person: "How many 22 year old girls does it take to change six lightbulbs?"
Me: "JUST ONE MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSSS!"
That's when I'd burst into the room enveloped in machine guns and blow everyone's minds with my mad skillz, with a 'z'.
I don't even really know what I'm writing about entirely, but I know that it works in my head and I'm really excited about lightbulbs. Even better, I keep misspelling lightbulbs as "lightblubs" which makes me think of ethereal goo floating through the air.
Geez, did I eat crack for breakfast?
You may notice that I mentioned a 22 year old girl. Good guess, I turned 22! My birthday was a month ago and was a massive non-event. I was supposed to have a birthday dinner with 6 or so friends, but then 2 of them cancelled (sluts) so I decided it wasn't worth it. Not to say that the other 4 weren't worth it, I just enjoyed the larger group dynamic.
I've also recently been writing a TV show with Lani. We've been brainstorming back and forth for at least 6 weeks now, but I finally stopped procrasti-cleaning and actually put finger to keyboard. So far I have 7 pages of script, which logic says should be 7 minutes of footage, but I believe it to be closer to 10. FUCK THE SYSTEM!
I think all of the writing and cleaning has started to alter my brain patterns. In a good way. I've started thinking about things in a more productive manner as oppose to just losing my mind to the TV all day. Damn how I love my TV. I think they forgot to add "Thou shalt have Foxtel" to the list of commandments.
So now, in my newly lit loungeroom, I shall continue writing.
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