Tomorrow, next week, and tonight, not in that order

I've been waiting for tomorrow since there's a staff meeting in which I may (if he shows up) get to ignore and/or sneer at the boy I dated and who has since been ignoring me because he has to "run 8 miles a day," etc. He's a gorgeous 18 year old who is a complete flake and going into the military, what an idiot. Plus, then when I see him I'll be certain we're not dating. He came into work and said he's sorry for not calling and then he hugged me (he's a hugger). Before that, I completely thought we were over. But that just confused me. But I'm thinking we're over now. In any case I have a premiere to go to and I need a date. First, I'll make sure I'm not dating him and then try to get my actual first choice to come with me. I may be confusing, but I'm boy confused anyway, not that there's a need - neither cares about me. The other boy, my first choice in dates, is my brother's best friend and works for my dad. I've liked him for a year and he's only managed to like me for two whole hours. What is nice with him is that I've casually liked him for a year - I haven't gone crazy over him or pined my life away or anything. It's been nice to simply be annoyed that a boy doesn't like me. He has plans to get drunk with his guy friends for one of their birthdays that night, I think I might still manage to get him to come with me out of pitty and because my birthday happens to be next week as well. He's been friendlier lately, maybe he'll be my friend. He can get drunk after the movie anyway.

I think I have insomnia. The last two nights I've gone to bed really late after being wired and yet tired. Then lying in bed for two hours before falling asleep. The other night I had a dream about shrimp-crabs or some form therein. I was on a boat and mind you that I'm terrified of drowning so boat + dream normally equals = panic-stricken death. But it was alright. I was running from the shrimp-crabs and some attractive guy was protecting me. I don't think I've had a dream until that night where there was water in a dream and nothing particularly bad happened. Though the shrimp-crabs reminded me of spiders and eek. There was a thick gross spider in my bathroom sink last night. It refused to die, but I got to him eventually.

As it actually relates to screenwriting, I'm trying to write down anything weird that can be added to my tv show dialogue and any situation comedy that can be added to the plot. Like the preschool kid Bryan who I teach at church. When we prayed at the beginning of class, he had me pray that he would come over to my house and clean it. He loves vacuums - that's all he wants for birthdays or Christmas. Did I mention he's five years old? He'll be an excellent addition to my tv show. Also, I was planning on sending out some query letters; however, with school starting I think I ran out of time. Soon then. Maybe winter break - if I don't have a hernia by then. I'm such a lazy workaholic.

School starts Tuesday. That sucks. Nuff said. Although I'm excited to learn new things and meet cute guys, I'm kidding I don't enjoy meeting new people, especially the girls at school who always seem to look like the same boring cheerleader types who sneer at you.

I'm just so confused, wired, and slapstick tired. Please pray for no spiders in the sink or anywhere else for that matter. Oh, and I applied for a Fulbright Scholarship - not done with that lengthy application process just yet, but it's an English Teaching Assistantship in Germany. I just have to learn German.

Premiere

I started writing a TV show the other day. I think it sucks right now. I have so much experience watching TV that I would hope to be better. I think I've got the story part just fine. I just need to make sure to write down all the weird little things that happen during the day so I can expand it to plot. Like how I gave my dog fleas. Not kidding. I was painting a flea infested house and gave my dog Fred fleas. Though frankly, I think they should make human flea medicine since they like to bite me more than Fred. I have been dealing with flea bites (about 40 of them) since Saturday. It's fun. Plus I kind of freaked him out last night by spraying him with flea spray just before bed. It backfired when he raced to my pillow and sat on it. When I got him off the pillow he raced off the bed. He refused to get back on the bed. I had to hold him in bed so that he would stay. Whenever he got 2 inches away from my side, he would jump off the bed as fast as possible. He's a wimp plus he should be running away from me not the bed. I'm the one that sprayed him. He's really trusting (note that he is not trusting of my bed).

I have a movie premiere to go to, but don't get any ideas it's for a really tiny movie. I'm still trying to figure out if I have to pay to get in. It's a sci-fi horror that I worked on last summer. An indie filmed in San Luis Obispo called Lizard Boy. You may visit their website at www.lizardboy.com

I think I might be in the credits (as script supervisor). I've always dreamed of watching my name in the credits of a real movie in a real movie theater. Plus I played a butterfly in it (it was at a Halloween party in the movie). More than likely, they cut out my part. But either way, that's really fine. It would be embarrassing if I were in it.

You know what's weird? I've met or heard a lot about drug dealers lately. It's really strange. And what's more, I've gone on a couple "dates" with a co-worker of mine (the weird part being that I went on a date, not that it's with a co-worker). He used to be a drug dealer. What's more funny is that I found out that the last guy I hung out with (the end of last year) is a drug dealer (note that I heard this through the grapevine) and that he shot and killed a man who was breaking into his house (I also heard this through the grapevine so the accuracy is non-existent). It's more strange since this is such a paradise-y small townish sort of place. Now about the co-worker guy, since I figure he's not that into me - I'm just gonna let it slide away. The little idiot is going into the military anyway (note that he's an idiot for going into the military, not for various other reasons).

School starts the day before my birthday. What a stupid place to put school. That's okay. I haven't started school this late in the fall ever. But it's on the quarter system, which I hate. I will be starting the teacher credentialing program then though technically I started my independent study and I've spent $600 on books, supplies, and parking permit already. I'm taking 5 classes (though I'm getting most of my independent study out of the way so for the most part I'll have 4 classes); however, that's 19 units which will cause internal bleeding and an array of mental health difficulties. Most likely.

The biggest development in my life is my brother's girlfriend (note that this is not because of her weight). He has one and she happens to be my friend who I don't like very much. We're incompatible as friends due to her need to baby me and call me a nag while nagging me about being a nag and a selfish human being. They happen to be very compatible even though my brother is not a nag; however, he is the stubbornest person I know. I hope he marries her because she is an excellent cook. What should happen; however, is that my brother's friend gets with me. He seems to have had a turn-around of sorts. He was a commitment-phobe and he stated the other day "I am going to finish school, move to LA and make some money, then move back here and settle down and have kids." (note that it's also weird that he has a goal in life) That's really a paraphrase, but he really did say something similar. He also called me his friend by saying that if he meets the boy I've been dating he's going to call him Broderson instead of his actual name which is nothing like that because he does that to all of his girl-friends. This is the guy that is immensely fascinated by the nature videos "Planet Earth." I really wish he would like me as more than a friend which he did for nearly two hours a year ago on my birthday which, of course, I pointed out to him when I saw him last by saying "Hey, our anniversary is coming up soon."

I hate being itchy. I hope some of this makes sense, I'm retroactively tired since I have to get up at 7am tomorrow and my bed is far too comfortable. I should really start sleeping on lumps of coal or needles or something.