variety pack (& Blind Spot)

This post is a mixed bag.

So this happened:

And then after my midterm, THIS HAPPENED:

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk and Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, for the ideas/themes, from Barnes & Noble. Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card for the story, from Barnes & Noble. All in the Timing by David Ives, for his masterful use of language, from Border's. Old School by Tobias Wolff, because I've been wanting to read it since senior year of high school, from Border's.

You guys, you guys, I am so excited that if I were a 20-year-old in a toddler's body instead of a toddler in a 20-year-old's body I would definitely have peed myself.

Also, I'm in the process of watching Terrence Malick's The Thin Red Line in, like, 20-minute installments, and judging by how The Thin Red Line is making me feel so far, I have the suspicion that The Tree of Life will also stir the same unfathomably huge emotions in me and be epic in the original sense of the word:

Suddenly overcome with so many feelings I did not know I could feel.

I don't know. I still have about an hour to go in The Thin Red Line, but it and even just the trailer for The Tree of Life make me feel the way I felt when I was six years old watching The Discovery Channel in utter awe, or the way I felt reading The Grapes of Wrath for the first time. Like witnessing something enormous and beyond the scope of my comprehension. Something not even dreamt of in my philosophy. It makes me feel so fragile and invincible, like I am crawling back into the womb, like everything is divine.

(I am not on drugs. Nor am I an English major. I just have a lot of feelings.)

Also I wore this on Chinese New Year's. The scarf tucked around my belt was obligatory for fulfilling my "something red(dish)" quota:

Ring: Rapunzelsgold on Etsy. Pants: possibly my uncle's. Scarf: The Met, full view here. Belt: brother's. Socks: gift. Boots: Steven by Steve Madden. Top: Old Navy, courtesy of M80.

And since it's Saturday, time for another script.

I think I wrote this when I was 16. This was not performed, and for good reason. As you will see if you are unfortunate enough to click through the jump, this was my first attempt at non-comedic, non-absurdity. I have no idea what the characters' actual backstory is, and I don't know exactly how their alternate reality works. Anyway, the little thing they do with the radio shows up in one of my later plays. Which is to say I ripped off myself. I guess this has a little "Sure Thing" in there too. Sort of.

I always felt like this was supposed to be bigger, but it died after a few pages, and I let it.

Actually I'm 100% sure I never gave this to anyone to beta-read. Wow, this is going to be embarrassing. I give you full permission to judge me for how bad this is, but in my defense, I think I had to get something this crappy out of me before I could get along and write something I liked.

[EDIT: Wow, I just reread this, and it reads like a really valiant but failed amateur attempt at dramatic fanfiction. Wow, this is awful. /]

I write stuff after the jump.