Monday, December 12, 2005

Lack of time. In my last post, I remember quite distinctly of complaining of a couple of things. I do that a lot, as do most bloggers. I have come to believe that blogging is a glorified form of a drunken ramble, only without the alcohol. That is to say, that alcohol is optional. But back to the point. I realized quite suddenly today that I had way too many things to do. I need to meet with Roobs and the new sec 4s to discuss the drama club’s future, you know, prospective script readings … and trying to convince them that I’m not writing anymore. I also had to meet with BLT and Co. to help him ‘flesh out’ the script, but time constraints kept me in drama the whole time. ‘Shades of Grey’ seems like a step in the right direction for us, its deep, meaningful and it has a female lead that doesn’t spend most of her screen time as a cadaver. But the underlying, and yet staggeringly obvious theme is worrisome though. I really wonder what’s going to happen when our benefactors find out. And our parents. Shudder.
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Hey, I just realized something. Everyone can read this! And the people I’m talking about can definitely read this!

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Web comics are really a booming industry. Check this article out. Look at Penny Arcade’s profits. I mean, they can actually hire a guy to do just their charitable work. And all they do really is play games and make comic strips. No disrespect to the people at PA though.

There are loads of other comics out there on the net too. I mentioned a few in an earlier post, but I’ve found that PA and PVP are like the top two. We need to look into this business. I mean, all we need is someone who can draw, right? Well technically we need a penciller, an inker and a colorist. And a writer, but those are a dime-a-dozen.

***PLOT TWIST***

Speaking of writing, I’m really in a situation here. I mean, I thought that since it’s the holidays, I’d be able to sit back and just write. Turns out, I’m just as busy. Even when I’m doing nothing. It’s not that I can’t write at all, exactly. I’m just not writing enough. I should have finished two plays and a dozen short stories by now, but they all seem to get stuck in the works. Damn writers block. Maybe its because I’m spending to much time blogging…. Or maybe I’m just a hack.

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Long hours at home on the net are making me emo, just like the warning at the back of my modem says.

Sigh.

Wait! No! NO SIGHS! NO SIGH!

ACK! I’m even spreading everything out!

For yhe process to be complete, I just need to buy more balck clothes and eyeliner.

Or is that gothic?

Ah heck. I getting all my stereotypes and labels confused. Plus, recent surveys show that I’m losing whatever social skills I once had. I’m mumbling and looking at the floor again. Except when I’m looking at the screen. Damn, I’m not even doing that. I’m looking at my keyboard! My keyboard! I’ve begun to question my touch typing skills. Ack!

This can’t be a good thing. By term time, I’ll be some kind of animal freak! Wait… Oh yeah, I’m that already.

Ahem.

By term time, I’ll be a certified wrist-slashing eye-shadow wearing, counselor-seeing ‘My Chemical Romance’ fan. The future is grim indeed. I used to be so happy. Why am I so screwed up now? I know! When I was in school, I could always see other people’s problems, and that cheered me up. I know, I’ll just go to CNN.com.

Wait, surely that cant be right. Or is it. I bet that it’s the same for most people too. I mean, you cant appreciate your own life without appreciating the suffering of others, right. Otherwise, you’ll have no gauge to tell you when your life…. Is….. good. …or ….bad.

ARGH!!!

This is even worst. I’m not just becoming emo, I’m reverting to my Eeeevil, psychopathically inclined self.

Curses!