Great Golly

I'm a tad slack, aren't I? I have been spending a weekend of drunken debauchary with my coffee-induced friend from the north. And today I sent my lovely, almost-girlfriend, a bunch of flowers, 'cause they smell better than I do.

University has started up again... I'm way past bored of it. I've walked ALL day and carried the entire Auckland Library around my neck, so all I want to do is lay down and DIE. But I have avacado to eat.

I went with Steffy to see Sin City, it is a very stylish film, and stylish in the way that films are supposed to be, not this fucking "Art" or "experimental" bullshit that makes me want to scream (makes me want to scream.)

Steffy has been stealing Anarchist posters. Fuck Anarchists are funny. "Oh the Government is full of evil people, so let's live in a society with no rules, no order, little in the way of health, power or water, and where cruel dictators shoot out our knees, rape our mothers and burn down our houses!" Fuck off to a real Anarchy dipshits, see how much you get your dreadlocked jollies then you fucking hippies.

Fuck hippies are funny.

Holy Batman, Batman!

Bloody hell, in between finishing my crime script and starting more writing and University and child molestation I totally forgot to check up on this damn thing! Well, since I actually have no life, I believe I shall! That and I read Flans and he updated as well. *SIGH*

So, I have learnt of a little place in New Zealand that publishes novels for quite cheap, so I am going to have to figure out which novel I want written. I just have SO many bloody ideas written down!

My 21st is coming up soonish. I made myself up some invites based on my favourite Fat-Pie flash cartoon, so that went well. And I get to see my friends, and apparently that Mel girl that I've heard about briefly and never kissed at all ever by mistake at Te Papa a month ago. STOP LOOKING AT ME!!!

I've been living on Ice Cream. I attended this little writers thing on friday, it was cool, I got a load of inspiration. I have been in my room for a long time, since the holidays really, doing my Zombie RPG, finishing the next drafts of my crime show, working on some other scripts and doing these novels. I have a fantasy novel series planned, a New Zealand zombie novel (Of course) which wil be set in a Mad Max style world, as well as one I haven't quite worked out yet, about a boy who lives in a shitty run down apartment block, and how he interacts with the fucking weirdos that also live/pass out/break in and sleep on a warm vent there. Should be fun. FUN LIKE MONEY!!!

So yeah, that is that my friends. You were our people.

Keep watching for updates - I PROMISE!!

Le Novel

Well, 2 weeks of nothing at Uni. I know I should go to class but I really don't care about Uni. I finally finished my crime script, now I just need a damn title, which is the hard part. And I am starting my novel, which I shall do when I am bored. It is a fantasy novel about a 15 year old boy who gets banished from his village for using magic, and has to travel around, trying to find somewhere where he won't die from exposure. Along the way he meets a girl who wants to be a Gladiator, a thief with a monkey, a young Black Mage and more. I don't want to sound arrogant, but it's going to be the GREATEST FUCKING NOVEL EVER.

Ever.

Done and done. And I mean done!

Well, that's two down. I went to class at 10 AM this morning. I was so tired I forgot that my class was at 3. So I'm just back from that, and I guess I need to take a shot at Kathryn Freakin' Bigalow and my reasons as to why she isn't an auteur. I am going to get a lot of crap for this assignment, seeming as most films students are drooling fucking sheep who would praise Hitler if they were told the way he went about executing the Final Solution was Avant Garde. Fucking wankers.

And I'm spent!

2905 words. And it's 4:36 am.

Hands so very very cold...

Yet another gay essay update...

Well, 1666 words and the time is 3:30.

I am so very, VERY cold...

I can also very, VERY tired andI can hear noises. I think someone is robbing my fucking house to steal my Shaun of the Dead DVD. Fucking wankers.

Writing about Zombies is fun and all, but I do not feel my essay is up to level three expected standards. *SIGH* well, as long as I get a C then I'm cool. C's get Degrees! Unless you're doing Law... or Medicine... or anything that actually contributes to society...

Not Film though! GO FILM GO!!!! USA! USA! USA!

4000 Words?

So, let's start the 4000 word epic now. It is a genre analysis of Night of the Living Dead, a fucking GODLY movie. It is 2:27 in the glorious AM. I have done my speech on the Living Blues magazine and now I need to do some film that isn't wanky and pretentious and wanky and says "Oh, look at me, I'm wanky!"

I am so very very tired and so very very cold. It is surprising how many people are on MSN at 2:30 in the morning. Just me of course.

All I have to eat are apples. And salt.

*SIGH*

Better go do this thing then. Wish me luck!

This is not my beautiful stapler!

Well...

This is what I get for going to class I guess. I now have a 4000 word essay due by tomorrow (it's 11:46PM now) and a presentation on a Blues magazine... and on friday I have to take a ONE HOUR TALK on Auteur theory, which is some pretentious word that film critics use to describe a film maker THEY think is better than every other film maker.

So I shall post here again when I am done. I have been sick as a dog as of late. And all I have to eat in my house until thursday is SALT. And I don't even have any knives or forks.

But at least Land of the Dead is coming out thursday. That will numb the pain for a few weeks. Before the hunger settles in and I have to resort to eating my ticket stub. Don't worry Star Wars ticket stub, I won't eat you....

So very hungry.... I shall post any updates I have here. VIVA NOS SLEEP!!!