The good thing about a day/night full of stress is the day after when you don't have the feeling of a giant elephant crushing your lungs. After last night and my 40 oz. of coffee I can finally breathe again and maybe even get some sleep tonight. It's been a while since I've pulled an all-nighter and after being up for thirty-six hours already I'm not even entirely sure that I will be able to get to sleep tonight. Though it is very possible that I will crash down on my couch before I even finish this post. It has been a good evening though and better than yesterday.
I'm watching Bridesmaids after a dinner of broccoli and clams and I'm not sure how crazy I am about this film. I forgot to move all of the Wes Adams films up to the front of my Netflix queue. It was so hyped up during this past summer, but I just never had the time to go and see it. Now that I am watching it in my living room I'm afraid I hyped it up in my mind more than I should have. I love love LOVE Kristen Wiig and I have the biggest girl crush on Rose Byrne but their characters' constant competitive nagging is more grating than humorous. So far the only amusing character has been Jon Hamm as the asshole. Something comforting about a man like that.
I had a great workshop today with my Brevity piece and I'm still flying a little high from it (by down I'm skimming the ground but it's still a good feeling). I tackled a harder subject that I haven't really written much about in a formal setting like that: sex. All of my classmates had very positive and exceptional critical feedback about my writing and my professor was really encouraging about pushing my writing as far as I can. I'm not the first person to write about sex, but this time I didn't chose to do in a humorous way or use extreme graphic imagery. I chose a moment in time that was a little more unique than any other time and wrote about in a darker light. I usually tell the story at the bar and it's always a drunken hit, but when I wrote it out on a cocktail napkin I really examined the event and realized what an empty hollow experience it was even if it left me with a good story.
I'm watching Bridesmaids after a dinner of broccoli and clams and I'm not sure how crazy I am about this film. I forgot to move all of the Wes Adams films up to the front of my Netflix queue. It was so hyped up during this past summer, but I just never had the time to go and see it. Now that I am watching it in my living room I'm afraid I hyped it up in my mind more than I should have. I love love LOVE Kristen Wiig and I have the biggest girl crush on Rose Byrne but their characters' constant competitive nagging is more grating than humorous. So far the only amusing character has been Jon Hamm as the asshole. Something comforting about a man like that.
I had a great workshop today with my Brevity piece and I'm still flying a little high from it (by down I'm skimming the ground but it's still a good feeling). I tackled a harder subject that I haven't really written much about in a formal setting like that: sex. All of my classmates had very positive and exceptional critical feedback about my writing and my professor was really encouraging about pushing my writing as far as I can. I'm not the first person to write about sex, but this time I didn't chose to do in a humorous way or use extreme graphic imagery. I chose a moment in time that was a little more unique than any other time and wrote about in a darker light. I usually tell the story at the bar and it's always a drunken hit, but when I wrote it out on a cocktail napkin I really examined the event and realized what an empty hollow experience it was even if it left me with a good story.
