I'm running low on blog jokes

Might have something to do with me typing this in bed. For those who don't know, i've discovered how to get my laptop to my bed plugged in without shifting the plug from it's normal position. It's dangerous, as I now have very little reason to ever leave my bed. I do enjoy occassional sloth, but this may prove too much.

I am feeling much better by the way. Dry throat, that's all. This week I'll probably be joining the school gym, and I'm telling you all this so I'll feel pressured into actually doing it. I haven't gained much weight or inches over here, but especially with that illness my energy level's taken a nose dive. My recent relapse into RPG addiction hasn't helped either (Final Fantasy? You listening? Fuck. You.) so I need, that is NEED, to get me out of my room. It's bad, I'm sure.

Classes are going pretty well. Screenwriting's going a bit slow, I'm not worried but some are. Business writing's starting to pick up now that we have a clearer idea what we're doing. On Thursday we had guest speaker Kingley Marshall telling us about the glories of being a professional article writer. The highlights were 1) features suck (the people taking the Features module loooved that point), 2) reviews offer a better money-to-effort ratio, 3) whatever you do you have to be fast with contacts, turnaround time, and the more bits about every single venue you deal with you can remember, the better. Leaving, we were all in a bit of a panic.

Friday was a different guest speaker that put us on the path of the righteous again. Tim Pears took us through a series of exercises that reminded us we could be creative off the cuff, let us work together on something fun, and just kept heaving praise on us. Lovely time, even the bits that sent us into depression (just how many reasons can one girl have for killing herself???).

This weekend I've been cleaning a lot. Clothes, room, bathroom, I feel sanitized. Talked with the rents and Evo which was wicked cool. Wrote my review for the follow with with Kingsley this week which I want to make us feel hopeful but who knows. And filled the rest of my time with Final Fantasy like a sloth - while you're playing, you feel like you get so much accomplished, but the instant you take a break you realize you've been doing absolutely nothing - it's a disease.

Let Blogs be Blogs.

First and most important: I want to thank everyone that helped make this birthday one of the most memorable of all time. My entire family (even Matt, who contributed by forgetting), my friends on the course who made sure if I had any dignity on the bus it wasn't there by the time I left. (special thanks to Frea for getting us all cold and wet and Christina for being so caring) Everyone I worked with at Butler either signed a card or sent one of their own, and in a few cases both ("I'll never te-ell..."), and that was just a wonderful surprise, thank you! Grandma and Grandpa sent me a card with some birthday money I'll need to go home to spend, which I think was their plan those clever devils, and last years horoscope which (I'm too lazy to go and read it again) predicted a trip that would change my life - even a broken clock is right twice a day! - thank you. Also to Bethany, Kate, and Betsy (in no order whatsoever), thank you for wishing me a happy birthday. Kate, I'm afraid I don't have either your or Jess's email addys; use the one on my bio sheet on the Pengin web site for now.

Moving on, I'm sick. Disgustingly sick, but only in that I feel disgusting. It's the latest things that's going around that I hope they're exaggerating when they say it lasts five days. My superior American immune system was holding up pretty well so far, but I did have an active weekend and I suppose that's what did it.

The day before my birthday our whole course went to see a play one of our instructors wrote: Gilgamesh. An amount of alcohol was available on the way there, and it affect a small number of people more than others. After the play more libations were had, and this led to an interesting ride home: lots of signing, no dancing, an attempted speech or three, and at midnight everyone got it into their heads to sing happy birthday to me. Judy 2 ran off before it was exposed that it was her birthday Feb 7th and she hadn't told anyone - except me only half an hour before. I got yelled at. Then I was hugged so it was okay.

Over the weekend we tried to go bowling but the lanes were all booked, so we went drinking instead. We got to see a whole new side of Ben that I could learn a thing or three from. It was odd, that night, but it was a lot of fun. All that matters.

I'm going to read something now. Stay healthy! Diseases suck!

Let's blog this thang!

I've got a lot of things I need to cover but first things first: LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR THE INDY COLTS Y'ALL!!!!!!! Peyton's back is free of monkeys and everyone's sporting phat new bling! Indianapolis doesn't get many chances for national attention aside from what it hosts, so this is a huge thing for us I think to win something as widely recognized as the Super Bowl. And if you watched the game, you know we really deserved it. I thought it was a great game, the Bears played well, we just played better.

Next up, tomorrow's my first day of second-term classes. I think this is going to be an okay term, if downtime somehow crops up I've got projects to fill it, and if I don't I feel like it'll be effort well spent. Now that I've typed these words, here's hoping I don't eat them.

Next, and this is something that regularly makes me uncomfortable: it's my birthday this Thursday. I should take that back, my birthday doesn't make me uncomfortable. I like birthdays, it's a reminder that you're alive and whatever's happened, you got through it for another revolution of the Earth around the Sun. What makes me uncomfortable is being the center of attention - it's something I don't know that I'll ever get used to. I've already gotten a few cards and they're lovely (I'll be sending thank you's soon, I promise). Word has gotten to me that a number of my coursemates are upset that I haven't already made plans to do anything, and while I will arrange for something to happen, it's hard for me is all. I suppose I should get over it - they say the first thing you have to sell is yourself - but I don't want to. Whaa whaa whaaa, gripe bitch moan.

For our screenwriting class we have to read one of the Resnick novels. For those who don't know, Resnick novels are a line of police procedural fiction mysteries. If you like thrillers and have recently undergone major heart surgery, I think these are ideal for you, but everyone else will likely be bored.

What else...? I'm still working on getting a work study for the March break. I've got one new lead I absolutely must follow up on, but Friday's looking to be the closest I can address it. Bugger.

I've also noticed that my vocabulary is incorporating more and more British words, enough to make my parents chuckle. My parents, the British wannabes (oh accept it you two). Just didn't want that to get by.

Also, my coursemate Sarah got proposed to by her boyfriend. In a positive-yet-not-as-interesting twist, she said yes. I think I may hide my birthday party behind that so as not to feel as uncomfortable.

I think that's all I've got for now. Everyone back in Indy, stay warm and GO COLTS!