Thursday, November 11, 2010

Class 11/11. Yay Veterans!

"When the revolution comes, my back won't be against the wall"

"Does it end at midnight, or when you go to sleep?"

"Cool"

"Happ. Birth"

"Did you get a haircut?"
"Like a month ago."
"Oh. Well it looks good."

"It's a rush. It's a rush. I can't handle this right now."

I just wrote on Shane Jones paper. That's pretty legit.
I just read with Shane Jones. NBD.

"Do you know J.K. Rowling?"

http://andiamnotlying.com/2010/types-of-bitches/?ref=nf

Just write a few short sections..
Didn't write from point A to point B.
February is terrible fucking month.

"I constantly forget what month it is."

Light Boxes

I failed my midterm. Not for this class...at least I hope not, but for Calc. Oh well.

It was the only book I made off of Kindel.
It was the wrong choice.

I work a day job.

Do you think having a beard makes you a better writer?
Yeah definitely. That should be the first thing you do.

So you do think it's self-indulgent.

Pyramid Song by Radiohead

Bad called Salem, I like a lot.

Argyle knee socks will make you a better writer.

Intensity Write/Ride:

"Oh I'm gonna be funny. It's a rush. It's a rush. I can't handle this. OMG OMG you're so funny and so relevant...I hope one day to be relevant, also to look like a camel which apparently was used for sodomizing as punishment. That is distasteful. Therefore I shall change the subject to lead poisoning. Arsenic is for breakfast, lunch and dinner because your pizza went bad. Don't eat the crust, it sat in the egg yolk for too long. Avoid all things gelatin. Question and fill me up with red gas, who do I smell like? You smell like a fat guy who uses burger juice. You smellito the girl in my class who apparently never showers. I found a shower cap under my cousin's sandwich. I want to climb a tree and build a house. It would have a trapdoor to Saturn where I can see the aliens playing basketball with Diane Calher. Who is Diane? Is she your mistress?
Nobody likes a loud slut.
Quiet ones --- I can get behind that. There are no sluts except quiet sluts, they don't even say "no" I sewed a slut into a newspaper. Her name was Tapanga. SOunded like icing on a cake. Avocado icing, high in fat-but lotsa protein!!! (Thumb print looking picture).
That's gross, I ate a cupcake yesterday and it was great.
Hello my friend. I wasn't that funny. Hello my silly bird.



I have not been following the no deleting rule.


http://tomandlorenzo2.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-s2e6-never-been-kissed.html


"What is this class?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you saying something, Chelsea?"

& I was like, oh, where's my money?

Something about war.
Yes it's a war novel.
How do I feel about war?
I mean, I'm not pro-war.

Do you think its a just endeavor?

Are you going to sell me a child?

Do you have racist friends?
Why are you still friends with them?

What advice would you give us as writers?
Read a lot and write a lot.
It's mostly like sitting down and writing a lot.
For me, writing's like writing short things each day.
Writing like 300 words a day or writing like a paragraph. That adds up.
If I liked a journal then I would send into them.
I just sent stuff into to independent publishers and hoped someone would pick it up.

What makes it a story bad to you?
Gut reaction.

Do you have bouts of incompetence?

Probably when the professor talks about light boxes.
Or the girl goes inside the horse.

spjones...

Amy Tan, Jeanette Winterson, Ian McEwan.
I would be a bass guitar and I would love to be played by Jenny Lewis. Or maybe a piano played by Vienna Teng. Probably the second.

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