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So I went in for my free "Assessment" session and it turns out? The name is A LIE. It's really a TORTURE SESSION.

Jerk.

So after I limped out of the gym, I went to a write-in with Megzilla and Jess and Jeffrey and I think Jeffrey wrote a whole 7 words. I think it was his most productive day ever. I myself wrote a couple hundred words... but not on my script.

I've officially quit ScriFre, but because I HATE writing in script format, not because of any lack of inspiration or motivation. I want to write this story in my head, but I detest the screenplay formatting. It's tedious and stupid and fiddly and stupid and stupid and I don't like it. I think maybe I'll use this idea for my outside-of-NaNoWriMo novel.

Mmmm, I just found some yogurt in my fridge that I thought was expired, but the lid says it's good until July 3. This is very exciting, because it's strawberry, and delicious.

I'm rambling, aren't I? La la la. Bed time! WHEEE!

(It's funny, since my bed is just a box spring and a mattress on the floor, I really can dive, crash, or fall into bed. I love my bed for that reason. Who need bedframes, really?)

The kids at the pool (I am maybe 20 feet from the gate? I am a horrible judge of distance, but I am very close anyways) are shrieking. Not yelling, but shrieking. It sounds like there are about fifty of them. Okay, maybe not fifty. But at least... 5. Ish. I don't want to go look.

I bought some shorts for working out, and when I tried them on I was reminded of the fact that I have hips. Not just hips, but H I P S. Also the widest part of my hips is really low, so I look funny. Also I'm gonna have to shave my legs now, or at least from the knee down. Also my legs have not seen the light of day in... how many years? They are so pasty. BUT! I have workout-appropriate clothes! I am SO going to the gym tomorrow after work :D

I've been listening to the local Classical music station all evening, and it's lovely. From 7-8 was sort of an educational show, talking about Beethoven's love of metronomes, and how tempo change change the way a piece sounds. Then from 8-9 was all about the Cliburn piano competition thingy, and they played a bunch of piano pieces with the same theme. Tonight's theme, I guess, was etudes.

I made balsamic roasted tomatoes and potato wedges for dinner. The other day when I was at the grocery store, I bought a 5-pound sack of potatoes, because I thought I was almost out. Then when I went to put them in my potato drawer in my fridge, I found a full bag, and another bag with two potatoes left. Oops! Good thing I like potatoes.

Right now I am using Mozilla Powersheep. It's pretty awesome.

I really need to write. I think I'll go do that. But I also want more tomatoes. Man those were good.

So last night I got to where I should have been on June 2 with my script. I'm a little behind. But I did almost 1000 words last night so I think I'll be okay.

But, to practice, I will write this story out in SCRIPT FORMAT:

FADE IN:

EXT. GAS STATION- MORNING

Our beloved heroine JESSICA is walking to her car, caffeine in hand. She passes a GUY ON CELL PHONE. As she is opening her car door, she calls after her.

                        GUY
              Hey you, where'd you go to school? Did you go to Trinity?

                        JESSICA
              No, I went to Dunbar.

                        GUY
              Dunbar?? With the black kids?

                        JESSICA
              Um... yeah.

                        GUY
              You went to ghetto-a** Dunbar?

                        JESSICA
              Yup. I was in the magnet program, back when they had one.

                        GUY
              ...Did you ever talk to the black kids?

                        JESSICA
              Um, yeah. I guess I talked to everyone.

                        GUY
              You went to Dunbar.

                        JESSICA
              Yup.

Guy On Cell Phone shakes his head, resumes his telephone conversation, and walks to the McDonals next door. Jessica, much confused and amused by this exchange, gets into her car and continues to work.

FADE OUT.

I'm still giggling about this. He really could not believe that I went to Dunbar.

Also, yesterday I think I ate something that my intestinal system didn't like. Boy howdy, were they ever doing war with each other last night. It was pretty fun.

( First, my LJ History for the last few days )

Okay, with that done, this is bugging me. I WILL POLL LJ, as clearly this is the solution for everything.

SO, I'm doing ScriptFrenzy, right? I'm working crazy overtime and am so brain-fried that I'm like a zombie, but I'm still giving it a go. I've never ever written a script before, and the formatting is crazy moon language to me, but that's the whole challenge. The whole idea is to challenge yourself and try something new, as far as I'm concerned.

Now, a CERTAIN SOMEONE I KNOW (whom I love) has decided that she is not writing a script. Okay, fine, she can pretend it's NaNoWriMo and do a novel. Not as cool as a script, but whatever. But now she is only doing 25k. Kjasdjcnklsjdhfsadfdsc, I say. Also, I say "TOTALLY CHEATING". She claims it has to be 25k, because it is a "sequel", but I say she should do the sequel another time and just write either 50k or a script. Because seriously, that's the entire point.

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