Holy Bat-Shit!
Just got out of my creative writing (short story) workshop, well, like an hour ago, and I realized that we've got a lot of talented writers in my class. It kinda blew me away by the quality of some of the stuff they wrote. And I thought it was only supposed to be an exercise! So yeah, I had a paragraph of crap, cuz hey, I thought it was only an exercise. I guess I should "exercise" better. These guys had full blown short stories in development. And one girl, a HIGH SCHOOL chick (I'm not sure how that works) was really good. Her exercise sounded like it could be published. Wow, just blown away. I guess I better kick it up a notch. I know I've got some good stuff in my arsenal too.

Well, the first week of classes came and went. I always want to call college "school", but the high school kids that I work with call their school "school" and I try to avoid any confusion. Yeah, sometimes 24 year old men go to high school. It CAN be confusing some times. My classes seem super easy! So I'm pretty pleased. Actually have a decent shot at making the dean's list, which would be a first. My friend, Andrea, is in my Espanol 101 class, which, I think, will be kinda cool. Unless she tries to kill me (as she threatened to do so about 6 hrs ago). Silly girl, don't you know that I'm unstoppable. That if you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could ever imagine. Damn! I think I was quoting Star Wars again. I can't help it. Once you start, you never stop. And Dan, I hope all is well in Korea. A couple of ladies (korean) from your pics looked pretty sexy. But then I remembered my mother's warnings and quickly looked away. Viva la kim chee!

I ALMOST forgot cause I've been "busy". This photo (sans the autographs) represents the mission that Jason Irwin and I undertook the day of the move. I like to call it The Quest For The U-Haul. We recreated the scene followed this picture, when Lando and Nien Nunb barely escape from the exploding Death Star (Lando begins hooting and Nien Nunb makes some happy gerbil noises). On that eventful day, after some scary moments involving oncoming traffic and directions misunderstood, Jason was hooting and I was making some strange gerbil noises as we celebrated our finding of the U-haul place. It was like escaping the Death Star. My slacker sister was at the apartment during this adventure so she missed out on the star wars recreation.

This is very weird. This whole week, I've been hearing R.E.M's Losing My Religion in the back of my head, singing to it, digging it, even downloaded it on my cell for my ringtone. Now this chick I know (who thinks a lot like me) has it on her myspace page. Pure coincidence. I haven't seen her in months. But isn't that weird. I think we really do think like, which is weird cause she's sort of a skank. And as far as I know, I'm not a skank, so...yeah, very weird.
Other examples of our thinking alikeness: Sloth (from The Goonies) had a line in that movie that went something like "H-e-e-e-e-y y-o-o-o-u g-u-u-u-u-y-s!" when he came to the kids rescue. I used to say that a lot at work. Just come into the room and yell, "heeeeyyyy yoooouuu guuyys!". Well, she did that once for no good reason. The weird part? I haven't done that at work for years. She started working me with about 6 months ago. Weird yeah?
I'm sure there are other examples but I'm too tired to think/type straight. Nuff said.

I haven't watched Pete & Pete since Bean and Jason returned to the wonderful world of pittsburgh. I just realized that (at this very moment). Does it mean that when I watch Pete & Pete, my sister and brother n law are visiting? Or does it mean that when my sister and brother n law visit, I can watch Pete & Pete? I guess it's sort of like that old question of whom came first: the chicken sandwich or the egg mcmuffin? If a tree falls down in the woods, does the fat lady sing? Only time will tell. And I quote from my comic book upbringing, nuff said.

Watching Trading Places (80's comedy w/ eddie murphy) on comedy central. It's supposed to be uncensored and uncut, and the curse words are still in it. But they edited out all the boob scenes. Jamie Lee Curtis' boobs are...well, I can take them or leave them. But still, isn't that the meaning of "uncut"? How can this be "uncensored" if it is indeed censored? On the plus side, the commercial breaks are really short. So that was nice.

A return to work, a hero's welcome. Evidentally I was missed by my pals. And heck, I missed them too. Work itself wasn't too bad either. Had a lot of smiles, a lot of laughs throughout the day. Will this current trend of smiling and laughing at work continue? Probably not. But I'll take it, if only for the day.

I guess it is a curse or something. Whenever I've got to get up (early) for work, I always feel like working on a story. It's 2:11am right now and I feel like working on my short story (the sort-of-becky one). I should be thinking about going to bed. But no, I'm thinking 'now I know the proper direction/vibe to end the story on/with'. I could have been working on this story the past week or so (time off from work to help move my kung-fu-singing sis) but I didn't. Spent three days lifting and driving and lifting some more, then the rest of the time sitting on my ass, playing video games. I am a slacker, yes, and my sense of timing is shot to hell. Damn these muses and their terrible lack of consideration for my schedule. Don't damn them to Hell, of course. I need them to come back. But perhaps, perchance, they could come back, like say, the next time I'm off? How's that sound? Or am I to remain howling at the next full moon?

About that door bell earlier: It was two Russian (?) type girls, high school age or slightly older, asking me if I had any children living in the house. I said no. Then they asked about my neighbors, whether they had any children. I answered as best as I could (honestly, who keeps up with their neighbors anymore?). Figured it was for some sort of after school program but you can never tell with those ruskies.

My sister doesn't know the words to Kung-Fu Fighting by Carl Carlton. I know most of the words but not the entire song. Still, it's kind of sad (that I know most of the words and that she sings the song without knowing any). Everybody was kung-fu fighting. In fact it was a little bit frightening. Cuz they fought with expert timing....

That's like the worse disco song ever. And I mean EVER. Not that disco was so great anyway......

The door bell rang. I have to go

Well, this is my first time blogging like this. Yup, a blogger-virgin. Not sure how to quite go about this. Here are a few thoughts:

Pete & Pete season 1 DVD is cool
Cubs won tonight (6-3) which is cool
Don't have to work tomorrow (definitely cool)
Not working ever again (would be totally cool)...not likely to happen
Pittsburgh has nasty insects but sort of hot girls (not NYC hot, but hot in a still-eating-three-meals-a-day sort of way)
Trying seven days this past week
Moving's a bitch
But we survived

Hopefully I will write more honestly next time, but, whatever.