pew pew laz0rs.

So I thought I was tired LAST week, woo boy.

I guess just expect the posts on this blog to get weirder and weirder as my sanity and creative capability slowly merge into one and I become a babbling madwoman. Except I babble GREAT ideas. Sometimes ironic, sometimes tragic.

People keep having to remind me that it's only my second week of grad school. To be fair, I've been in Singapore for roughly a month now, and us writers didn't get much of an orientation, so technically I've been learning for three weeks. Regardless, I currently have to write a One-Act Play, a 10-Minute screenplay, more exercises for class, prepare a presentation on Aristophanes, cast some actors and write some scenes for them, write a 10-page scene in the style of a Greek playwright, and start work on a full-length play. And that's all in the next three weeks, so if I'm a little bit stunned, well. There you go.

On the other hand, I am like a freaking master with chopsticks by now.

And, frankly, I'd rather be doing almost all of these things, at the same time, than just about anything else, one at a time. So though I am overwhelmed and seem to be complaining -- take it all with a grain of salt. This shit is awesome. I've never done more work in my life -- work that I care about.

So at the moment, I'm working on the step-outline for my ten minute screenplay, in which a drunk lawyer crashes into a woman's car and, in a moment of desperation, kidnaps her in order to try and convince her that she should not call the cops and have him sent to jail. Admittedly, he's not the most awesome guy on the planet, but I think he's somewhat charming, all things considered.

My one-act play is about an old homeless man in New York who's trying to catch the Express Train to Hell even though an MTA security guard is, first, trying to kick him out of the station and, then, trying to save his life.

I've decided my full-length screenplay is going to be about Space Pirates, because I can't deal with this serious shit anymore if it doesn't involve laz0rs. Pewpew. I also, personally, love space pirates. And I'm perfectly capable of telling a truly moving, cinematic story using pirates.

If fucking Spielberg can use a mechanical shark and win oscars, I can use pirates.

Anyway, I don't want you guys to think I'm not having ANY fun here in Singapore, because that's just not true. You know me. I will find the fun. Below is the photographic evidence that I have been having fun (and that there IS wine in Singapore, Steph, don't you worry!) and making friends, and doing what you know I do so well.


Here we are at the Orientation party! Names have been changed to protect the innocent -- but none of their faces are innocent.


And again!

The fogginess you perceive in these pictures, by the way, has nothing at all to do with smoke. That's the MIST OF TIME, man. We get that here in the future. It's like humidity.

And here's from last weekend, God only knows what I'm doing. But everyone else looks great.

Yay grad school!

Anyway. That's about all the update I have left in me. More as I get crazier.