around the world again.

Yeah, don't get excited.

Classes start again in early September, and so expect me to rapidly vanish once more -- BUT -- I'm here for now. And so I thought I'd say a few things about the summer and the upcoming year (my LAST one) at Tisch Asia.

There is like no way to condense my whole summer into several pithy paragraphs and a few frightening pictures...but I'm gonna try. Because I don't believe in giving up until you've had like a limb torn off (sorry Jenny, I tried to be limb-unspecific, if that helps) or something. Like at that point, okay, throw the towel in, but before then? Never give up, never surrender!

(a cookie to whoever gets that reference first.)

So first of all, I have no idea what's up with this template. The picture on my original template has disappeared into the ether of the internet (where technoinfo goes to die...) and so I kind of scrambled to find something to replace it. This is...charming, kind of? I don't know. If anyone finds anything that appears to better suit this blog (and I don't mean like a template about getting caned people, seriously, I know you all too well), feel free to shoot it my way. Until then, I guess we're stuck with stars and vines and...that bird. I shall name him Flint. Flint's not Asian or anything, but maybe he wants to be.

Anyway, the summer. God. Okay, so I did an internship over the summer with World Film in New York City, but I was living at my parents' house in Philadelphia. So this meant that I was up at 5:30am three days a week to haul ass up to Manhattan. I know this makes me sound like a madwoman, but I was still paying for my apartment (+bunker) in Singapore, and the idea of paying for two apartments over the summer made me bleed out the eyes (and wallet). So I did the heinous commute described above, made slightly better by the Bolt Bus simply because it has free wifi, and sometimes they give you free rides. Commute aside, though, my internship was awesome and I got to read some really awful scripts, as well as some really good ones, have my opinions listened to, and keep my brain working in a dramatic-writing-kind-of-way over the summer, despite getting nothing done on my thesis idea or anything else, really, all summer long.

Speaking of theses...nope, no. I can't even think about it yet, I'm still jetlagged. Suffice it to say that I'm very scared of the upcoming semester. Lotstodo!

Back to the summer. When I wasn't shuttling back and forth between NYC and Philly, I was hanging out with as many friends as I could manage to -- which, before any of you say so, I already know was not enough of you, or frequent enough, and I'm sorry, I really am. Couldn't be helped. This is why, people, we need to get on cloning technology. Because if there had been two of me, it would've been a lot easier to hang out with everyone! I mean, as cloning technology currently stands, if I did clone myself then the clone would probably a) die really quickly and b) be kind of stupid (which is not unlike me, sometimes, but minus my impeccable charm, I'm just not sure it'd be worth it -- sound off?), but I guess for like a summer-long stint it wouldn't have been a bad idea to try it. Ah, well. Hindsight.

Anyhow, those of you I did manage to see -- it was lovely! And to those of you I missed -- uh, sorry! I'll be back in June!

So I'm back in Singapore now, and things are...calm. Which makes me nervous, after this summer, because calm = fuck, I've done something wrong. But I haven't! I've done everything right! D and I have theoretically found a new apartment for the year, so I'll post some pictures of that place once we're there. We're currently looking for a third roommate, whose initial will no doubt appear on this blog sparingly as well. Should be fun. In the meantime, I'm sort getting my head rearranged from work-friends-fun-summer to holy-crap-last-year-of-grad-school, which is happening with incredible speed, I might add. I've never been a grade grubber, honestly, but As are like heroin. You need another and another and another or the good feelings start to go away.

That's right, I just compared getting good grades to doing heroin.

So this coming semester I have to write a short film, a thesis, a screenplay, a half-hour comedy, lord knows how many comedy sketches, and I'm sure just a freaking tsunami of other stuff. So much comedy this semester! I feel profoundly unfunny.

One thing I will say (without going into, which ought to be maddening) is that I was incredibly successful this summer, and so I head into the school year with some confidence. Or at least not the heart-crushing terror of last year. I faced Jaws, bitches, and I walked away with my head held high (like not for real, though, I just had to watch the movie, remember?).

So I know I said there would be pictures, but it turns out I managed to hide from the camera all summer long. So...

Good morning, Singapore!

And that's all you get. For now.