I relapsed. I quit Castle cold turkey a couple weeks ago a little into the third season. (When I find a show that I like, I can't just pick up wherever I happen to be, I have to go back to the beginning. It can turn into a significant time commitment if this show's been going for very long.) I felt like I was overdosing, so I left it alone. Now I've devoured three episodes in the last two hours and fixing to start a fourth. YouTube people who upload TV episodes are my heroes. I suppose there's always Netflix/Hulu, but I'm content with what I've got.
Castle is an adorable dad, and he and Beckett need to get together now. That is all I have to say about that. Also, I love Ryan and Esposito. Alexis has her moments. Grandma I occasionally like.
The reason I got into Castle in the first place was a recommendation from my aunt in Texas after I posted about Firefly. (LOVE LOVE LOVE, but that's a subject for another post.) She told me that I could get "my Nathan Fillion fix" with Castle. It's quickly becoming apparent that I am indeed addicted to the charming and quirky Mr. Fillion. The only place I had seen him previously was Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog, but I hated him like I was supposed to. Neil Patrick Harris was my favorite out of that, and I have a huge crush on him. (I was so sad when I found out that he was gay.) I fell head over heels with him in Firefly, and now in Castle. I can't get enough.
Anyway, I just watched season three, episode nine: Close Encounters of the Murderous Kind. Castle made multiple references to the X Files, which I've never seen. (I haven't seen the vast majority of popular TV shows.) If the Scully/Mulder dynamic is anything like the Castle/Beckett one, I might have to check it out. But I might not, for the same reason that I deliberately avoided ever seeing any episode of LOST. The truth is, I'd like to have a little more of a life than sitting at my computer 24/7 watching TV episodes that everyone else has already seen.
I miss watching Glee in real time with Sara, Rian, and Jesse.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Short Story
So my friend Andrew texted me a prompt for a short story. He couldn't have had better timing. For the last couple of days I've been trying to find the inspiration for a story. The hardest part for me is always the beginning. It always feels way too formal. If I can get force a few paragraphs that meet my standards, then I will be fine. The rest of the story is easier, and I can go back and fix the beginning at my leisure.
This story is different from anything I've ever written before. Usually I write comedy, and I almost always write fanfiction. It's easy for me. I wish that I was better at coming up with my own characters, but I love writing it because I love the characters so much. But this is really quite serious (it's about a nameless girl who commits suicide at the end), and I'm quite proud of it, though I'm only four pages into it.
Here's Andrew's awesome prompt:
“Tick tock, grains fall, life sways, memories die, ignore feelings, let them fly, life is short, soon to die, ask a question, what will it be, life is full with inaccuracies, never changes, never pray, try to live day by day, is right wrong, is wrong right, will life contain a hidden light, we will see when I get back what was stolen from me, fate is real, fate is fake, is a life at stake.”
There are so many things I could do with this. I think I'll file it away for those writers block days.
This story is different from anything I've ever written before. Usually I write comedy, and I almost always write fanfiction. It's easy for me. I wish that I was better at coming up with my own characters, but I love writing it because I love the characters so much. But this is really quite serious (it's about a nameless girl who commits suicide at the end), and I'm quite proud of it, though I'm only four pages into it.
Here's Andrew's awesome prompt:
“Tick tock, grains fall, life sways, memories die, ignore feelings, let them fly, life is short, soon to die, ask a question, what will it be, life is full with inaccuracies, never changes, never pray, try to live day by day, is right wrong, is wrong right, will life contain a hidden light, we will see when I get back what was stolen from me, fate is real, fate is fake, is a life at stake.”
There are so many things I could do with this. I think I'll file it away for those writers block days.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011
The truth is, I have no idea where I'll be three months from now. None. I thought I was set to go to Missoula, but I don't think that's going to happen anymore. Then I was going to stay in Powell with Tessa, but I don't think I can deal with that either. Now I'm leaning towards Utah, but I have no firm idea of where or what I would be living on.
The hardest parts about leaving Powell would be leaving Tessa, Jan, and my family. Ever since I came back in December, I really got used to being around them. I remember how hard it was in Chadron when I couldn't hug my mom even when I hard the hardest of days. It sucked. Jan is the best choir director I have had or, I firmly believe, will ever have. He is absolutely amazing and ultra talented. I have never met someone who is so genuinely interested in getting each student the best possible education. He remembers everyone's names! In college that's something you don't see every day. He saw the talent in me when I didn't see it in myself, and I always felt confident around him, because I knew that he believed I could do it. High standards, hard work, only the best accepted. If I could sing under him for everything I ever did again, I would do it.
Tessa is the best best friend I could ever ask for. I don't know why she puts up with me, to be honest. More than that, she thinks she's lucky. Incredible. I can't think of leaving her behind, especially since I turned into the worst best friend there's ever been while I was in Chadron. She knows me better than anyone else on earth, and she deserves better. I'd love to stay another year with her, but this town is smothering me.
There is NO opportunity for growth here. I mean, there's Jan, but to stay around for one professor, even one who said that he would get you a scholarship if you stayed, is crazy. And if there was more of a theatre scene, I probably would stay. But there is nothing. Nothing! The college puts on a fall play, and sometimes collaborates with the high school/community for a spring musical. But that's it. Two plays a year. That's ridiculous. If I were to go to Utah, which sounds really attractive right now, there would be theaters everywhere. Auditions all the time. So many chances, I'd be bound to get in something. Right? Maybe not. I've counted on a lot of things that haven't come to pass. Maybe by going down I'd just be setting myself up for disappointment.
Song for the day: "Remember" by Misty Miller
The hardest parts about leaving Powell would be leaving Tessa, Jan, and my family. Ever since I came back in December, I really got used to being around them. I remember how hard it was in Chadron when I couldn't hug my mom even when I hard the hardest of days. It sucked. Jan is the best choir director I have had or, I firmly believe, will ever have. He is absolutely amazing and ultra talented. I have never met someone who is so genuinely interested in getting each student the best possible education. He remembers everyone's names! In college that's something you don't see every day. He saw the talent in me when I didn't see it in myself, and I always felt confident around him, because I knew that he believed I could do it. High standards, hard work, only the best accepted. If I could sing under him for everything I ever did again, I would do it.
Tessa is the best best friend I could ever ask for. I don't know why she puts up with me, to be honest. More than that, she thinks she's lucky. Incredible. I can't think of leaving her behind, especially since I turned into the worst best friend there's ever been while I was in Chadron. She knows me better than anyone else on earth, and she deserves better. I'd love to stay another year with her, but this town is smothering me.
There is NO opportunity for growth here. I mean, there's Jan, but to stay around for one professor, even one who said that he would get you a scholarship if you stayed, is crazy. And if there was more of a theatre scene, I probably would stay. But there is nothing. Nothing! The college puts on a fall play, and sometimes collaborates with the high school/community for a spring musical. But that's it. Two plays a year. That's ridiculous. If I were to go to Utah, which sounds really attractive right now, there would be theaters everywhere. Auditions all the time. So many chances, I'd be bound to get in something. Right? Maybe not. I've counted on a lot of things that haven't come to pass. Maybe by going down I'd just be setting myself up for disappointment.
Song for the day: "Remember" by Misty Miller
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