...In which our heroine has the screenwriter's blues.

It's a cold and rainy day and I'm in a cold and rainy mood. I don't really know why--Friday was the bad day, when iTunes ate itself for the third fucking time and Emily knocked a casserole dish on my foot and cut it pretty significantly--but it's just one of those days when everyone is bugging me.

However, yesterday was awesome because I started the first strains of work on what will be a screenplay for Development and Pre-Production. All the characters, the lines of dialog, the settings, and the scenarios which have been germinating in my head ever since I realized that I had an imagination. Now they get to come out and play, to meet the world, and escape my brain.

The Residence Life Association also had a screening of No Country for Old Men yesterday, and beforehand they asked the most impossible trivia about the Coen Brothers, for prize packs with Burn After Reading stuff. I ended up winning and got a shirt, poster, flash drive, water bottle, wrist band, and pre-screening passes for Wednesday. But I don't think I can go due to class. Grr.

Think your day was boring? I got to watch three hours of silent film today in History of Cinema.

Bright Eyes are playing here on Halloween. So the dilemna is: Go to OU with Cassie as valkyrie Maude Lebowski, or go to Bright Eyes with Kris as valkyrie Maude Lebowski. Decisions, decisions

I feel like I'm getting too ramble-y on here. What do we think kids? Am I talking too much about my personal life and not enought about stuff other people want to read? Leave a comment and let me know. I don't want to bore all four of you that read this...