An impending train-wreck, I can feel it. Once again, I wanted to be a star and took on way too much work x 10, to the max, xtreme (not even Youtubing the Tongan ninja can fix this one). I overestimated my skill and now I am funked. I am making a documentary with horrible videography, non-existent interviews, and detail-oriented technological hairballs that choke the living life out of me.
kapow!
Today is my mom's birthday. I gave her a card with a dog on it and the movie "tea with Mussolini" staring Cher. Good movie. Good mom. I wrote on her card, "Thanks for everything -- even the yelling which builds character and gives me a lot to write about."
I am also trying to edit my short story for Creative Writing class, AND do a Finance/Writing report. Talk about brain duality. Create and summate. I have a week left, and I should be dancing in the halls, but instead, I'm walking with the sound of "ker-plunk" and having nightmares of summer school and October convocation.
I need a school angel. Do they sell those at the bookstore?
