gryffindorseeker's imagination journal.

since hpff is down, i said to myself, "kelly, why don't you write a blog post?"

"capital idea!" i replied.

so here we are. i am currently in the midst of some relationship drama (or getting-that-jackass-to-commit drama), but otherwise i had a pretty good day.

thursday is my "omfg overloaded with classes" day, but i like all my thursday classes so it isn't too bad. i had an art history quiz so i woke up early to study (8 am...yeah, i know, it's not early for the real world), and i came to the conclusion that i'm crap at art history. i mean, no one's really crap at art history, and i'll probably end up with a B on the quiz, but i suspect that i'm better at regular history. which is nuts, because art history is what all the football players take to make girls think they're sensitive and emotionally vulnerable. art history is supposed to be the easy kind of history, but i'm so bad at drawing/painting/coloring inside the lines that it has rubbed off on my aptitude at studying other people's art. but i am one of the two most vocal people in the class (it's a celtic art history class and i studied medieval ireland for like a month in one of my classes last year, and there's been a lot of overlap), so hopefully that will help my overall grade.

after art history, i ran across campus to my screenwriting class. this is the most phenomenal class ever. right now we're studying the one-hour teleplay and writing spec scripts (which are episodes of existing shows screenwriters write to show execs their writing skillz) and me and my partner are writing a script for Lost. he is possibly more obsessed than i am, so it's really fun. so act 1 was due today and we had a workshop for the groups that are doing House and The Office (every group can't go every week, natch). so we did table readings and everyone was either less than enthused or passive or something, so i got to read for house and dwight (i was also the only one in the class remotely familiar with these shows), and i was also really engaged critiquing/complimenting their scripts. (i chugged a cup of coffee while running from art history to screenwriting, as has become my routine.) i wasn't mean, and i know that screenwriting is a very different medium than prose, but honestly, most of the writers on hpff could do a better job than some of my classmates. i don't mean "most of my favorite authors," i mean "most of the authors." i've become very spoiled because I'm so used to such a high caliber of writing.

then i had english class, which was fun regardless of that-jackass-who-won't-commit, who i think is pissed off because i get check pluses on the homework when he usually gets checks. anyway, we read some play called "fences" by august wilson, which james earl jones was in way back when and he won a tony award. i was still on a coffee high and had some very insightful contributions, if i may say so myself. my teacher is hilarious because he always spends at least half the class telling personal anecdotes, which is great because i hate discussing books in english class. today we somehow got on the tangent of my parents being concerned that i won't be employable as an english major (which greatly distressed my english professor) and then my teacher started a class discussion on whether from a psychological standpoint, this might explain why i excused the main character in "fences" for discouraging his son from following his dream of playing college football, because we all turn into our parents whether or not we mean to, which i think is valid. my professor also swears a lot but has started cutting back so he won't get in trouble with the chair of the department, and he accidentally said that i should tell my parents that "it's bullshit that english majors aren't employable," so then he started freaking out that i'd say B.S. to my parents and he'd get in trouble (honestly, i'm not five years old), so then he made me pinky swear that i would keep it D.L., but he didn't really know what a pinky swear is so the class spent like ten minutes explaining it, so then i pinky swore to my english professor that i would explain to my parents that i can be an english major but i wouldn't nark him out for saying bullshit. which in itself is bullshit, because i miss when he would drop the f bomb during class. (i love swearing, but someone apparently complained about our professor's language.)

so, this is a long and random entry, but there's a snapshot of my life without getting into my personal life. i hope hpff comes back on tonight because there's a grey's anatomy premiere party tonight, and i fucking hate grey's anatomy. (excuse my language!)

item #1: listen to jeff buckley, the single greatest musician from the '90s, and maybe a couple other decades too. i've been working on my "defining moments" piece (pinky swear!) and listening to jeff buckley has really helped me get in the right state of mind. (i'm doing dumbledore, btdubs.)

this is going to sound like a bad oscars speech, but THANK YOU to everybody who voted for wg at the dobbys!! i'm over the moon about losing best humor to a fountain pen because duh, settling the score is incroyable and it's flattering just to have the opportunity to lose to afp. the notion of wg winning best next gen hasn't really sunk in yet...i mean, i think it's a piece of crap compared to vog and delicate but i'm also wearing my humility socks today. (not really...it's sooo hot outside.) so thank you all from the bottom of my heart, it hasn't been the easiest year (what with the deaths in my family and the bullshit my brother's had to deal with that i'm not going to specify cos it's his business, not mine) but the dobby really does make me feel better. but because i'm wearing my humility socks (erm, let's call them humility bermuda shorts) i feel weird calling it "my" dobby cos it isn't, it belongs to the readers who put up with james's eccentricities (as well as my own) for as long as you have.