How I felt the last hour. Haha that was either really stupid or stupid. Either way it took mocksy haha. I can now say I’ve semi explored Portland and I’m not stranded here.
:D
Finally able to beat out the whole story. Strong foundation. Now I need to discover the beats of my acts then the scenes and the sub-beats of those. That should set me up for a smooth writing experience.
My working pitch statement so far and bleh title:
In “Summer Camp” the world’s youngest love cynic, pudgy 11 year old James, reluctantly goes to a sports camp where he must deal with the ‘impossible’ - falling in love for the first time.
Its so hard to work on my story when everything we pass by is beautiful. I feel like staring out the window the whole time.
Tehehe i cant fall asleep and a customer popped up in my head.
I remember telling my AM “gooossssh shes soooo pretty”
AM: maybe you shouldnt help her then. Itd b a distraction
Me: a distraction?! Id provide the best customer service with the most joyous smile she’d ever see.
Tehehehe and thats just what i did.
Good ass day so far. Conscious awareness shit. And i feel it spreading to the people I come in contact with today. Time for a nap before I see what’s good tonight. Possibly having the house to myself, unless if I have guest/s over. :)
The bank auditors finally came today. My coworker scared me as soon as I walked in. “Dude, there probably going to ask you all the questions. She walked in and knew you by name - ‘oh where’s nick today?’” FUCCCCk hahaha. They did ask me a lot of questions and for my help with things but I wasn’t quizzed. Either way I’ve fuckin earned my vacation. And one of my coworkers didn’t want to work this Saturday and asked if I could move my vacation. Are you forreal?! Get outta here
