These are not the droids you are looking for...
So, it's quarter to one in the morning, and am I snug abed like all good little children should be in the wee hours of the morning? Of course not stupid, or there wouldn't be a posting for you to read...
I'm up, waiting for a return phone call from the bar/restaurant that is supplying food for the shoot tomorrow. That's the problem with begging free food to feed the grubby, soul-stealing folks who work on a movie shoot with you. You have to fit your schedule around theirs. And around that of the people who run the equipment rental shop, and well, pretty much everyone but yourself. It makes for a very tired Veelzabub.
Right now, I should be doing the homework that I really don't have any other time to do. Much to my dismay however, the words just won't seem to come to me. For someone who usually can't seem to shut up, even when she really (REALLY) should, this is troublesome. I seem to be able to sort out my writing skills here, but the minute I open up Microsoft word or Final Draft, they all fly right out the window. It's like trying to look at one of those little floaty things you get in your vision. You can only see it by not looking at it. The same principle seems to be holding true here. Maybe I should try typing my paper onto my blog. I'll tell the professor that I'm trying to do my little part to save paper. "You can reference my paper here: blah, blah, blah..." Considering that it's a Socy class being taught in Boulder, Colorado, I just might be able to pull it off. Damn hippies.
Nope, that's not going to work either. Ok, I can't do it any more. I'm going to go to bed and just take the phone to bed with me. Honestly, having the phone ring in my bed will be the most action I've had in a while.
Ha, Ha, Ha....
It would be funny if it wasn't so sad and true. Or maybe it still wouldn't be, I'm really too tired to tell...
'night
-Veelzabub
I'm up, waiting for a return phone call from the bar/restaurant that is supplying food for the shoot tomorrow. That's the problem with begging free food to feed the grubby, soul-stealing folks who work on a movie shoot with you. You have to fit your schedule around theirs. And around that of the people who run the equipment rental shop, and well, pretty much everyone but yourself. It makes for a very tired Veelzabub.
Right now, I should be doing the homework that I really don't have any other time to do. Much to my dismay however, the words just won't seem to come to me. For someone who usually can't seem to shut up, even when she really (REALLY) should, this is troublesome. I seem to be able to sort out my writing skills here, but the minute I open up Microsoft word or Final Draft, they all fly right out the window. It's like trying to look at one of those little floaty things you get in your vision. You can only see it by not looking at it. The same principle seems to be holding true here. Maybe I should try typing my paper onto my blog. I'll tell the professor that I'm trying to do my little part to save paper. "You can reference my paper here: blah, blah, blah..." Considering that it's a Socy class being taught in Boulder, Colorado, I just might be able to pull it off. Damn hippies.
Nope, that's not going to work either. Ok, I can't do it any more. I'm going to go to bed and just take the phone to bed with me. Honestly, having the phone ring in my bed will be the most action I've had in a while.
Ha, Ha, Ha....
It would be funny if it wasn't so sad and true. Or maybe it still wouldn't be, I'm really too tired to tell...
'night
-Veelzabub
posted by Veelzabub at 12:43 PM
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