SCRREEEEEECH.

INT. BEDROOM - DAWN

I just heard the most horrifying sound.

I was outside, smoking yet another cigarette when all of a sudden, I hear a cat down the street. Now, the cat was SCREAMING. I'm telling you, screaming. As if the cat was being raped by a rhinoceros. I was petrified. Yet fascinated. I probably should feel guilty, but I'm too far tired to truly care.

To all screenwriters:

I have been working on my screenplay (A Boy and a Girl) for the past 4 months. And, as far as features go, I'm pretty sure it's normal to feel like your characters are like friends that just exist on paper/in your head. For the past couple hours, I've been talking to this girl (Presley) that I met on myspace. Yes, yes, I know myspace is from satan, yadda-yadda-yadda. But it turns out that she is the total embodiment of one of my main characters (Julie, the love interest of my protag.) She even looks exactly like I pictured her!! To the Tee! I'm racking my brain, because this is just too weird. Has this ever happened to anyone else? Lee Goldberg, has this ever happened to you? I mean, besides when you're done casting, of course. This is insane!

Okay, rant over. But she inspired me (in a weird way) to write, so now, instead of having 40 plus pages to write, I only have 27 or so to go. But, then again, I only have 2 hours to get them taken care of!! But the good news is that I've already written 7 of those pages...took a short cut for last week's assignment, just wrote the required "page 75 scene." So, 20 pages to go -- 2 hours to go. 10 pages an hour. Should be an interesting 2 hours!!

"Passive verbs"...I don't know why I even bother anymore,
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