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I'm Not Dead... Yet!!!

I have been shirking on my blog duties. :( There's a reason, though! I promise! So finals week is coming up, and the work load is growing exponentially in front of me. As a result, I'm a little stressed and need to focus on school. So I'm going to try and post as often as I'm able, but don't expect much over the next 2 weeks.


Exercise #145 : "Wobbly" Make a list of things that are wobbly. Well, ok then! 1,2,3, GO!

Chocolate Cake

Exercise #144 : "Chocolate Cake" Do this exercise either for yourself or for a character. What memories does "chocolate cake" evoke? 1,2,3, GO! I love chocolate cake. Probably too much. It's just... so good! Before I get a serious craving, I should probably just get going with this exercise. Here's the problem, though: I have had so many chocolate cakes in my lifetime that I cannot possibly even begin to whittle down the memories tied to each. So... I'm going to go with Natalie, my main character from the WIP that is currently on hiatus.

The Terrible Ending to an Awful Weekend

I had been having a good day. Really. I went to church, sang a good bit, and saw a movie ( Date Night ... Yes, it was for the 2nd time) with a good friend of mine. I was on my way home when I realized that I had forgotten to deposit my check at my bank. Stupid Move No. 1 : Never go to a bank, wherever you are, after dark when you're all alone. So I pull up to my bank and fill out the required paperwork to deposit said check. As I open the car door, I hear someone walking nearby and immediately go into autopilot, positioning my keys between each finger, pointing outward. Ladies, remember this. It's extremely useful.


Exercise #143 : "Foyer" Make a brief list of adjectives and nouns to describe each of the following foyers: of an elderly society lady of a college football player of a convention center of a funky city bookstore specializing in poetry of a model condominium unit being marketed to hip yuppies Here's an example: foyer of a young painter - bright; yellow paint splashes; shiny; inflatable cherry red rhinoceros; dirty old tennis shoes; dog's tennis ball; smell of turpentine 1,2,3, GO!

Date Night: A Review

First and foremost, this movie is hilarious. Go see it. Secondly, Steve Carell + Tina Fey = Comedy GOLD That's all you need to know. Just go see it, ok? Now on to my review, but I guess you know how it's going to go.

Time Elasticity

Exercise #142 : "Time Elasticity" List 10 situations / activities that make time go slow (i.e. sitting in a dentist's chair). Then list 10 situations / activities that make time speed up. Once you have your lists, go back and notate which are the slowest and the fastest. See if sometime today or soon you can use these in your writing. As an impatient person, I know a great deal about things that make time seem to crawl at a glacial pace, but I'll be hard-pressed to elaborate about things that make time speed ahead. We shall see. All ahead full! Things That Make Time Slow Down : a really bad day waiting for test results at the hospital waiting for the results of a competition waiting in general for something to happen laying in bed with insomnia having a really awkward conversation where most of the time is spent thinking of things to say to keep the silence from deadening my brain having a conversation with one of the Kardashians watching "Repo: The Genetic

Remember how...

I said that I was neurotic and would probably come running back to you after my decision to disregard all vibes from Boy that I may or may not have been feeling ? Well, that time has come, and I must say it's come much more quickly than I had anticipated. This is the face I'm making right now: This is me... except, I'd be making this face in girl form, of course. This is not what I wanted. At all. I wanted so badly for things just to be normal. That's all. Normal . What was I thinking?? Why on earth did I expect to just push these feelings aside and pretend that they didn't exist?? In truth, it just exacerbated them. I was suppressing all of it, and then boom! The problem increased tenfold. I was talking to a friend of mine last night, and I said something of myself that I needed to hear: "I need to stop being a neurotic little crapazoid." Now, I'm not entirely sure what a 'crapazoid' is, but I'm sure it's entirely applica

Red, Yellow, Blue, & More

Exercise #141 : "Red, Yellow, Blue, & More" This exercise is to strengthen your ability to visualize colors and objects. Name a red object (i.e. a red wagon or a cherry). Name a yellow object, a blue object. Go through all of the following colors: lavender, orange, pink, brown, black, white, turquoise, silver, gold, purple, orange, raspberry, magenta, green, and then add at least three more colors of three more objects. When I was in elementary school, I had an art teacher - Mrs. Henderson - who would cycle through a particular list of colors whenever we were getting too loud in class. She had a really thick southern accent, so everything came out sounding hilarious to us, and I still mimic her to this day. "Muhjintuhhhh," she'd begin. "Shartroooooze... Fyooooooshuhhhh..." and we'd all close our mouths and attend to our current artwork in progress. I don't know why, but it always stuck with me. That and the fact that when she said kiln

Not Enough

Exercise #140 : "Not Enough" The Tao Te Ching says, "To know you have enough is to be rich." What does your character not have enough of? Make a list. This exercise makes me think of this quote: It's a good one, eh? I've always liked it. I also like the aesthetic of the artwork. It gives a feeling of hastiness and rashness that I believe further supports the need to own what we see immediately. Good job, Hugh, whoever you are. 1,2,3, GO! gumption - There's a movie starring Kate Winslet as Iris called The Holiday in which she meets this old man, Arthur, who is actually a successful, Oscar-winning screenwriter straight from the Golden Age of Hollywood. In a pivotal scene, the two are out having dinner, and he asks her why she doesn't behave like the leading lady of her own life. He says, "Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies, and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you're behaving like

Shutter Island: A Review

I knew what was going to happpen within 20 minutes of the movie. That being said, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. In my honest yet humble opinion, I am a firm believer that Leonardo DiCaprio can do no wrong, but maybe that's just me... In all seriousness, however, let's get on with the review. If you don't want the story to be spoiled, stop reading right this second and check out this hilarious blog that I just found the other day: Hyperbole and a Half - It's seriously hilarious. Moving on... To say that I knew what was going to happen within the first 20 minutes might be a slight overstatement. Not by much, but still. First, let's talk about the actors. As I expressed earlier, I am a big fan of Leonardo DiCaprio and have sincerely enjoyed watching him grow up on screen, honing his acting craft to become an extremely talented and skilled actor to be reckoned with. His performance as Teddy Daniels was completely believable, and even later, once we've

This is what I'm telling myself...

For those of you not up-to-date on my current romantic vibe woes, visit THIS POST and THIS POST to catch up with what's going on in my life. I have made a decision. There are no vibes. Plain and simple. That's what I'm telling myself, at least. And I'm going to believe it. That's just how it needs to be. These vibes, or lack thereof, have made me get all bajiggity and awkward, and I simply don't want that. I just want to enjoy spending time with this guy without letting myself look too far into something that, at the end of the day, doesn't really matter. If something comes out of our friendship, then so be it, but I'm not looking for anything right now. Knowing my neurotic little self , I'll probably come back to you guys and complain about what the hell I was thinking or why I can't tell what he's thinking, but for right now I'm content in the fact that we are just friends. Glorious. Peace. Stef.

A Body of Water

Exercise #139 : "A Body of Water" Imagine a body of water. This might be a lake, or a pond, or a rushing river - it can be anything. What do you see in your mind? Describe the body of water in detail - detail that addresses all of the senses. What colors do you see? Lights and shadows? Sounds? Smells? Textures? How does it feel on your skin? What is in it, near it, above it? In the remaining minute, jot down the feelings this body of water evokes - either in you or in a character. 1,2,3, GO!! There is a medium-sized pond on my Dad's farm land that I absolutely love. Sure, during the summer it is inhabited by annoying mosquitoes and generally humid weather, but it is gorgeous . One side of the pond is completely open, but on the other side, there is this glorious canopy of tree branches that perfectly frame a little walkway. It's so quaint that I can't even stand it. Tufts of dead grass shoot from the water's edge, and small sprouts of some wheat-like plant

Self, Meet... Well... Yourself

Merriam-Webster defines neurosis as a mental and emotional disorder that affects only part of the personality, is accompanied by a less distorted perception of reality than in a psychosis, does not result in disturbance of the use of language, and is accompanied by various physical, physiological, and mental disturbances (as visceral symptoms, anxieties, or phobias). Ok, so maybe she's not as bad as they come, but she's pretty high up there in the list of those affected. To get to the point, I have come to realize that I'm much more neurotic than I have ever given myself credit for. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but it did. Throughout the show, Elliot drives herself crazy in each relationship she enters because she overthinks and obsesses about every tiny little thing. Why did he act this way? That way? He hates me, I know it. I just know it! Why am I even trying to be in a relationship with him when he hates me?!?! AAAAAHHHHHH! Ad nauseam, ad in