Names

Some names are awesome.

Some are not.

We all have our favorites and here are mine:

Female
Charlotte
Elizabeth
Adelaide

Male
James
Oliver
Rupert
Franklin

Turns out I like old British men... hmmm.

Thoughts of a Tuesday

I have a fever and the only prescription is graduation!

This is insane. I thought high school senioritis was bad. But this, this is mixed with a heavy dose of "scared out of my pants" and "welp, what now?" Increasing, in my opinion, the intensity.

April 2011 means:
no more college
no more "help" from mom and pops. (the quotes are there because I should have been doing everything on my own but every now and then they'd throw me a bone in the shape of money.)
no more homework
no more tests in the testing center
no more student discounts (legally)
and a handful of other things that don't seem important enough (or easy enough to spell) to put here.

Other than being scared out of my MIND about the offerings of 5 months from now, good things have happened in the here and now:

1. I was accepted into the advanced screenwriting course for my final semester. I will be writing a feature length screenplay and then selling it more hundreds of thousands of dollars. Well, that's the plan at least.
2. I'm famous!

http://www.mormontimes.com/article/18361/Americas-changing-perception-of-Mormons

I was quoted in "Mormon Times" which is a subset of "Deseret News" which is only circulated in Utah so, basically I'm a superstar. (I'm at the very end, so you can skip the article if you want and just read about me.)
3. I went on a date. I know, right? Sure, it was blind and set up by my ward and involved other people and a mystery tie, but it's a step in the right direction. He's from Virginia, funny enough, and has good taste in movies (although, I'm always nervous that people lie when they learn I'm a film major. C'mon, people, my favorite movie is "While You Were Sleeping"!) Cool guy.

So, life is good.

CHRISTMAS! what?

My Friday: A New Novel by Amy Roskelley

I haven't been up to Salt Lake at all since this school year started so I was grateful for the opportunity yesterday. My dear friend, Lauren, got in a car accident (she's fine, thanks for asking) and was car shopping. Naturally, all the cars she wanted were in SLC and, newly car-less (I almost said "careless", whoops...) she enlisted my assistance. In payment, she took me to cheesecake factory! yum.

So, we leave early afternoon, 1:30 right after my last class. The first stop is right there in Provo. Finding the location was a treat within itself, but eventually we succeeded and made our way up the front porch steps of a cute little house. This was, not, however a home. It was a loan place? maybe? where they rented carpet cleaners? and sold VCRs? Basically, sketch.

So we tell the girl we're there and she yells in the back for "Jake." (I guess the quotation marks were unnecessary but they just felt right.) A middle aged man comes out and says to follow him, the car is just a couple blocks away. weird.

We follow him and 10 minutes later pull into a gravel lot behind an abandoned building where 5 or 6 run-down cars are lined up against a chain-linked fence. Seriously, if it wasn't 2 in the afternoon, I would have been scared for my life.

Long story short: the car didn't even start. heck no, techno.

Then the drive to Salt Lake. uneventful.

Finding the dealership, a little eventful. when Lauren called guy #2 and told him that we were lost and "by the airport" he laughed. Lauren blames google maps, I blame Lauren.

We made it, test drove three cars, she's thinking.

Third and final place. hilarious.

Rick (guy #3) was the Utah version of a "good ol' boy." He runs a one door garage out of what looks like his trailer. With a huge dog (named Tank) and a small blonde woman who I assumed was his wife but Lauren thought was his niece (maybe both...).

The car wasn't technically allowed to be driven since it was uninsured and without a license plate. So once around the block while Hercules (Sandlot reference anyone?) followed me around and sniffed my crotch. Then Rick proceeded to tell us stories and show us his cars and be weird and funny. And dirty. Physically, not verbally.

Then cheesecake factory where we sat at the bar because it was PACKED and I got carded for the first time in my life!!! It was very exciting.

Yummy food, yummy cheesecake. :)

Got caught in hecka (my mom reads this...) bad traffic and Lauren was late for her date! Sorry. But apparently he wasn't mad.

And I went to bed.

The end.

ps- Lauren's car that she totaled: Explorer. The only car she's looking at: Explorer. Seriously, branch out! That was super boring car shopping.

pps- don't mind the terrible switches from present to past tense. It happens.

Hookie

After waking up late today, taking an incredibly fast shower, and getting ready in record time, I came to find out that, like an idiot, I had left my computer open over night thus using all of the power available to it and being dead this morning as I was trying to run out the door. As it turns out I can't do anything in my class unless I have my computer. I can't make any sense of what my teacher is saying so I just highlight the stuff she quotes. But since I didn't have the files available to me, I was stuck with a choice:

1. Go to class and attempt to take written notes on things that make no sense anyway

or

2. stay home

:)

Writer's Block

That's me. Writer's Block. I capitalize both words because I think it is something to be feared and respected.

Tomorrow I have a ten page treatment for a feature length film due. I've got my idea (thanks Dad!) and I've got my beginning and ending. Turns out, however, the middle is HARD! It's so easy to say, "and then a bunch of stuff happens and in the end, they are together!" but writing that "stuff" has turned into a chore, and a near impossible one at that.


If anyone has a remedy for Writer's Block, for the love of everything holy tell me PLEASE! My frustration could easily escalate to dangerous levels*.
*see the crazy eye!