My Little Day So Far

(Muffled Screams)

I remember being kissed awake, which is always the preferred method of waking up, but I didn't wake up. Not really. When I remember saying "EWAHU" and dropping back onto the pillow, that don't count as ready to hit the day-pavement...davement...fuck.
Lately, especially after a lively talk with Brad Sativa and Corey Perry that I might put up someday, I've been attracted to social media. So the first thing I did was check what my twitter feed was talking about and check the trending news, which was delightful (Cesar Milan aka "the Dog Whisperer" is under investigation for dog-on-pig action).
I posted some pictures and articles I enjoyed finding on my other feed, my facebook feed, and had a little fun doing it but am I really? Is this actually being creative to write about "I need to write more" after reading Warren Ellis daily 100-word essay machine that he christians "Morning Computer"?
Nope.
Hence, why I'm here.
Bonus: Words I had to look up on Ellis's blog:
brokered, fractious, gumming, the Boris Johnson Effect, lectern, hoary, Brexit, Taxonomy of Sin.

I wanted to post more feminist pictures from the highschool I volunteered at yesterday but fuck it, I'll do it after.
I ended up feeling compelled to finish my application to Toys-R-Us and finish listening to Bill Burr's podcast from last-last Thursday (gotta keep up with dem 'casts).
I occurred to me to check my e-mail for any new application messages from this or other jobs and I found one! From Knowledge Academies! I didn't show up to my interview today at 11am! It's 12:34pm! Shit. SHIT!

The drama/speech substitute class I was looking forward to just slipped through my fingers cause I ignored putting more notifications on my phone calendar. BTW, I had to spell-check substitute cause I can't even spell the education job I'm trying to get (MUFFLED SCREAMING CONTINUES) and I so earnestly loved the idea of teaching drama and speech to a bunch of nubile rapscallions (YEAH. I spellchecked the shit out of that too).
I haven't (even?) eaten yet.
(Muffled sighing)
I love you pillow. You are my closet friend and confidant. I will never leave you.

I need to actually prepare for my possible interview with Knowledge Academies next week. I do believe they are desperate for good teachers like, huh like any good school I guess. But it seems like with KA they need one right now, so I should look on this accident as a blessing and work hard to impress the faculty adviser of the school with my improv games, tongue-twisters, and relaxation measures.
Now roll your tongue.
RRrrrrrrrrrr.


OH MAN
I FORGOT TO MENTION THE BEST PART
So I finished my ToysRUs app and look at it. It's for the Alabama location. Y'know, the one that alphabetically poops up first. So I try to apply for the Murfreesboro one and it wants me to put all the info, that I spent almost an hour on putting into the wrong one, into this one!
Fuck me!
Ha!
Time to take a break and eat dead animals to feel better!

Facebooks sucks; nothing has just changed

The reason facebook sucks is not the arbitrary friends you collect because Myspace and all other sites like it have that issue.
It's not it's design, which was at first basic and self-restrained. Has become malleable and complex (not quite as user friendly as they probably hoped it would be though). Not exactly a bad thing really.
I hate you facebook for making me think I can talk to my friends on the fly. I expect responsiveness akin to a chatroom or forum. I end up checking up on all updates and just sitting there waiting for responses. My wait made as well come in the form of sleep because only a handful will respond within a minute or 30 minute frame. And then I have to find where the update is. Photos? Groups? Some new game of vampires or Harry Potter that I don't have the patience to play? (The notifications have cleared this discrepancy up as of late)
I have the blog that I update so rarely, I have the twitter to keep up with the manic thoughts of Warren Ellis, and I have 456 unread e-mail messages. Keeping my facebook is more of a burden than ever.
I want to be a solid writer and facebook does not help in that respect as much as the rest do.

I did the 40th annual(? I don't know. it could be bi-annual) Dove Awards (think contemporary gospel awards show) for the Gospel Channel at the Grand Ole Opry. That was sweeeeeet and X-TREME.
I got so much sleep and naptime done last month and this month that I think I od'ed on unconsciousness. I got so tired of myself wasting away and not contributing to society that this Production Assistant job came at just the right time.

Now I talked the executive producer into working on something else for him.
It has to do with superheroes, so really? I'm as happy as a little gurrrl!

I cannot believe I get to work with a superhero character. I'm SO excited to try out all the story plots I've seen work in so many comics and film and tv and OMIGOD I'VE GOT TO DO AN EPISODE ABOUT _______!!! THAT'S GONNA BE FUCKING BOSS.

This was kinda thrown at me. And it is expected that my script will be cut to shreds by production so, that being the case, what do I have to lose by writing whatever story I like?

Oh and the show is... nevermind I'll write some dialouge and srping it on ya that way.

WORD OF THE DAY:
Titbitchfuckshit