It seems to me the more I watch Dexter, the more I feel I'm becoming a killer. Maybe psychologists were right when they declared sometimes a person watching something violent is possible to take on certain tendencies. I didn't hit anyone with my car this past weekend, but it doesn't say I don't want to. Today has just felt really blah. It gets to a point where I cannot even describe how I'm feeling. I tossed and turned in the night, so I didn't get much sleep. Maybe that's it. I thought about getting coffee from Starbucks this morning, but then I'd have the caffeine rush on top of this, and then yes, I probably would have killed someone today.

On the way to school I listened to two other Le Tigre CD's. Both fail to capture the raw excitement from their self-titled album. These other two CD's are too "butchy militant lesbianish." Their self-titled album is so good, but they ruined these other two by either talking about picking up girls or having the girls pick them up. They do have one song about peace in the world. It's nice, but music has proven not to bring peace, but war. Ask Tupac and Biggie. Ask the Dixie Chicks and Tobie Keith. Ask the PMRC and John Denver. "Butchy militant lesbian rock" = Milk (the movie not the drink). I guess maybe it's just not my type of music. It's like whiny queer emo folk bands. Gayyyyyyeh!

My schedule hasn't been really busy compared to last week, but I still feel like I'm moving really fast and cannot stop. Everything is either passing me by or has already passed me by. Therefore everything else must be moving just as fast, if not faster. The truth is I'm lazy. It's just that.

I'm hoping that I can take a lot of this out in my water basketball class. I told my boys Kevin and Kyle that I'm going to be rough in class today, so they hope to get on my team. I really want to play the bad guy today in class and get several fouls called on me. Maybe it will make me feel better. Or maybe it will make me feel like an asshole. Oh well, I don't care.

FUUUUUUUUCK, I swear this day will never end......... Today I didn't put on my name tag in the Writing Center, and no one even noticed. Score for me.

Gosh, there's all this work to do. Work, work, work. It never stops.

I want to plan on shooting my short this weekend.

Oh no, I have been summoned over to a tutor sessions. Be right back...

Okay, I'm back. What are the odds that after bitching in here about tutoring, that I'd have a session? Very likely as I highly believe in karma. I really don't but if I admit that, then karma will kick my ass. But the session wasn't bad at all. In fact, it somewhat makes me feel bad for bitching earlier.

Back to the short. I have decided that I will be shooting a short in the next few weeks, and if it works, then I'll give Kaleidoscope a try, and if not, then hell, I'll give Kaleidoscope a try anyways. It's a matter of getting everything organized. Yeah, next time I hear someone say, "Oh, the director really doesn't do much," I'm going to set them on fire. I worry that my script just isn't any good. I feel like it lacks something (yeah, it's not shot yet). Maybe I just need to relax and when it comes time to shoot, maybe it will feel a little more completed. And who knows, I might have more ideas when I start shooting. See, this is where it gets fun!

Well, that's it for now. Time to close up the Writing Center and get ready for Water Basketball. It's going to be crrrraazy! Bring on the fouls baby!