Sep. 30th, 2007

vintage_belle: (Alexis Vinas)
Yaaaaaaaaaaay. I can has interwebs in my room again. Sort of. Because apparently I'm still just connected to the wireless that comes from somewhere across the street. We'll see how long this lasts.

So classes are off and running. I know already that I'm going to like stage craft the best, so long as I remember to keep my mouth shut about baseball. Professor no can has Yankees love, ("The Yankees need to go away," he said right off), but I get to do my lab hours in the costume shop. So, here's hoping the best.

Creative Writing isn't so much creative writing as it is This Is Professor God's Class And You Will Write What I Want You To Write 101. Science-fiction and fantasy have no place in this class, as they are merely 'genre works' wherein the author pays attention not to their story, but to the 'rules' of their working 'genre'. He's already singled me out to ask me if I think I'll be okay writing something that takes place on earth. As they say: He don't know me very well, do he? Conclusion: He's getting porn for my submissions. That's it. Porn.

And Playscript Analysis, while long (one of those two-hour classes), sounds like it will probably be interesting. It would be a lot more so if Conkeys would GET THE SCRIPTS. You know. Maybe. So I can read them and all.

Went to a rock show yesterday and came away with much shiny jewelry. It is pleasing. Oktoberfest (or however they write it) came and went as well, and I missed most of it. Not too upset; mostly I'm sad that I missed funnel cake.

No more baseball until Thursday :0

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