the story is simple: i have spent 24 years on this earth. i thought i was going to be a poet and writer, but when i got out of the cesspool where i spent my less than formidable adolescence that all changed and i majored in film. i thought, "well, yeah. i mean, i like watching movies. and i keep getting waitlisted for the poetry classes..." the truth was if i declared my major, that would be saying i actually wanted to DO something and that i was going to TAKE PROPER ACTION to make sure that Something happened. and at 19, i was just not prepared to do that. and my friends were film majors. and i like my friends. i don't know how many of you know this, but sometimes it is hard to like people in a creative writing program. there is a lot of competition, not to mention a lot of graduate students that are men that you have to endure, and i chose that word carefully.
so we're off to a refreshing and happy start with this little blog.
let's see. i hate introductory posts. i probably shouldn't do one, i should just start another post and let this stuff come out of me as i'm writing. maybe the problem is in stating what i'm going to do. but that was the problem when i was 19, too. so maybe personal evolution can only move so fast.
i'll try to keep the rest of this brief. i guess what i'm planning to do here is talk about things and all manner of things, really. for as long as i can remember i have been a sponge for popular culture and entertainment trivia. i'm not sure why. i don't remember there being a specific point that i decided to open my brain (probably at the age of four, doing the the running man to Paula Abdul's seminal debut album Forever Your Girl on loop in the family room of my early childhood home. did i mention it was on cassette?) to this facet of awareness. nevertheless, it followed me through high school where no one cared and into college where it was a novelty, and i was That Girl Who Knew The Lyrics To Every Damn Song. don't be fooled, it is a blessing as well as a curse.
i'm probably also going to talk about things that get on my nerves. i work in a restaurant, so that alone provides endless fuel to the gripe fire.
for instance, as i am typing this, my iTunes will not. stop. playing. elvis costello. don't get me wrong, i like elvis costello, but i only have his greatest hits or something and really??
anyway, i don't know about you, but i wanna get onto anything other than this. so i'll see you at the first real post, which should be coming soon.
