Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Emily has Issues: Part Two

Ok so I admit it. I've been having a pity party.

It's the vacation's fault. I haven't been off work in a year. In that year I also worked constantly on a heap of side projects, many of which did not come to fruition. In that year I broke off an engagement and moved and did some major soul searching and realized some things about myself I never knew before. And I spent my Christmas break hosting my parents, so that didn't really count as a vacation.

I got used to having eight million things to do and no time in which to do it. And now I have less to do and more time. And time to think. And wow, I went through a lot this year. And for the past two weeks it's been catching up with me until it culminated in this weekend.

And today I was all lying in the dark listening to the Cure and throwing my pity party with the cat and I looked at my laptop and said, "Write, Emily. Don't be a hypocrite."

And I looked at the laptop and I looked at the cat and the cat washed his foot and I started typing.

And you know? I love writing. It makes the whole world better. I wrote a sex scene and some comedy and had an all-around good time sitting in my apartment while the cat continued to bathe. And I upgraded the music to Jump, Little Children because it's just a little more fun.

You know what else I love? Trainer. He's a doll. I tell him everything, so he took my pity party ammunition and used it to yell at me so I'd kick harder. And I nearly kicked him across the room. You get to yell really loud when you kick Trainer and he just laughs with his uber-hot smile and his constant adorable need for hair-style approval.

Ahh, Trainer. You are the hottest guy I know.

So anyway, no more pity party here. Tomorrow I do work. I'm gong to write the crap out of that screenplay, dammit.

In the meantime I'm going to go see 300 tonight because Trainer said it was awesome as he acted out parts and yelled at me about Sparta.

Ahh, Trainer. Seriously. Your girlfriend had better be nice to you.

I saw Poseidon today, so I will use both films in some capacity to talk about what makes a good action flick. And this will, from now on, be a whine-free zone.

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