Oh goodness me. Hello everyone. Remember me? I don't blame you if you've forgotten. I've been a terrible blog host. Bloghost. Blow Ghost?
(normally at this point I'd do an image search and put something silly here. But I'm really just too afraid.)
So yeah. Don't worry I have been writing. Just not in this format. And not anything that you're likely to see incredibly soon. So I admit it's small consolation to you, the blogaudience, but I've not been simply sitting idle.
It was Oscar Wilde who said: "Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught."
For example, Mr Wilde learned that serving two years of hard labor for gross indecency (read: being super gay) really really sucks. I think I could have been taught that. I think I could just guess it, actually.
That being said, I'm finding my classes and professors remarkably good at getting us to learn things ourselves. I'm writing a full length play and a full length screenplay for this semester as well as some other shorter pieces that who knows? Maybe you'll get to see sometime.
However, the best part has got to be my fellow students. I'm in a class of 25 people, and they and their work collectively blow my mind. Even setting aside that they increase my feelings of self worth by adding another 24 people to my facebook friends, they are all incredibly talented writers.
"Sweet! 439 friends! Who's the loser now, Mom?"
In class it sometimes gets to the point where I guess how long it will take for the admissions department to realize their horrible, horrible mistake and throw me back to the dark recesses of the internet where I belong.
But then I remind myself I'm a genius and all is right with the world again.
Oh Dr. Doom. You get me.
The transition from working stiff to insufferable grad student has been a significant one. First off I had to get used to the idea that "weekend clothes" don't really exist anymore. Dress codes are right out. Jeans are the order of the day, along with anything vaguely shirt-shaped to protect my classmates' eyes from the blinding paleness of my torso.
Also, classes are at different times each day. Establishing a routine in the midst of this chaos continues to be a challenge for me. If I don't have to be at work at 9:00 AM, do ANY rules apply to me?
"If there is no pain, is there then no law?" Anyone, anyone?
Clearly the answer must be no.
Everything is super different. A few times I found myself on a strangely spacious train wondering if a plague had struck NYC while I was busy watching three seasons of Mad Men. Then I realized that I was actually commuting two hours after rush hour. All those people weren't dead, they were just at work, wishing they were dead.
"A plague would be so awesome right now."
Laundry is another thing that becomes way easier with fewer people around. Just me and Sophia, the very nice lady who runs the laundromat and sounds exactly like Carol Kane in the Princess Bride.
Also, in a personal victory for me, my laundromat now tunes its TV to Jeopardy instead of Entertainment Tonight or TMZ or whatever the Hell that awfulness was.
So basically good times and smooth sailing all around. I'm sorry I haven't updated more, and will indeed make an effort to do this some more.
At the very very least, we have Halloween to look forward to. I hope all you folks are busy planning out your costumes, because I'll be anxious to see and judge them.
Peace out folks,