So long and thanks for all the fish

I've been out of school for like two weeks now and I got to say it's been nice. I still have another year left and I'm happy about that. The real world scares me. I've become increasingly indifferent about things, which isn't great for this job market or my future career path, but whatever. I've been reading a lot and writing a lot too. I've read three books in the past five days, but plan to do better next week. I have two more books to go, then I got to go acquire more. Over the past month or so I think I've read more than a lot of people have in their lifetime. I like to read, it helps me focus, it helps me channel my vivid and sometimes scary imagination. I find if I don't read, write, or do something I have terrible nightmares, sometimes they can be fun, but otherwise normally a drag.
I finally joined facebook, I wanted to be myspace's last hold out, but alas you can revive something that is long dead. I don't like facebook much, actually I quite hate it. I'll keep it though, just because I feel left out if I don't have one.
I guess in big news my script got nominated for a showcase and my short story will probably be getting published in the Northridge Review. This isn't really a big deal for anyone who isn't me or doesn't have a vested interest in my success, but I'll talk about it nonetheless because I'm egotistical, no proud, yes, proud is more the word. I wrote my script Killer Tofu for my screenwriting class thinking not much of it. I knew the skeleton of the work. I knew I wanted BFFs, zombies, college kids, and a whacked out southern meat packing CEO. I wanted it to be funny, but sometimes what's funny to me is just that, only funny to me. I wanted it to be brutal. So one day I just starting writing and Killer Tofu came out. It was hailed as genius, but I'm not so sure about that, I think my teacher was just trying to be nice. Nonetheless, he wanted to enter it into some showcase my school was having. It was a pretty big deal I guess, there was a committee and a black tie event for it and in order to get in you had to be nominated you couldn't submit it yourself. After a little hesitation I let my teach submit it, but there was one problem, it was technically a senior standing showcase, which meant mine had about zero chance of getting any recognition. Of course it didn't get into the showcase because of all the politics surrounding it, but the committee wrote me a personal letter rejecting me, but told me they'll save me a spot for next year.
For my final project in my Science Fiction class I opted to write a short story. Once again not thinking much of it and having no skeleton or direction for the work I just started writing and two hours later "Human on Human Crime after the Featherhead Landing" came out. Don't credit me with the title, that was Steve's idea, it's a great title though, I wish I had thought of it. Anyway it came off being this noir/sci-fi/detective story and it was also hailed as genius, so much, in fact my teacher urged me to submit it to the committee for the Northridge Review. I'm putting a few finishing touches before submitting it, but I still don't think it's that great. Whatever. The Northridge Review I guess is a pretty big deal too, it not only gets sold at the school, but at book stores and shops of that nature in all surrounding cities. If that story gets published, they really won't know what hit them. Everyone else in my class either wrote nerdcore sci-fi or Avatar like stories, yawn.
Although I am proud of my accomplishments, I'm not too terribly happy with either project. Sometimes I think there are too many thoughts in my head. It's too hard to intelligibly articulate them.
Other than reading and trying to write/perfect some things, I'm not really doing much this summer. I'll be going to the movies a lot like I always do. I might go and visit my sister in Atlanta, which is cool, but I'm not sure how long/when that will happen, I guess I could take up and leave any day I wanted, which is kind of exciting. I do have an obligation to my now booming dog business though. It's going better than expected actually, but like I said indifference just sort of settles over me, so I'm just like, whatever. So I'll probably post my short story on here at some point after I'm done fussing over it, so anyone who actually reads this can take a look. It's not really as crazy as the title might suggest and it probably won't be as good as I've built it up to be, but there's nothing like a good ol fashion ego beat down every once and a while and I figure I should probably just get that over with, now, while I'm indifferent.
I saw Exit Through the Gift Shop last night, which at first wasn't my top choice, I thought, oh god I hear about street art/how god like Banksy is everyday at school, do I really have to go watch a movie about it? To tell you the truth everyone I've ever encountered that worshiped Banksy and took those "look at me I'm so arty and cool because I took a picture of this urban decay and view it as art" has been a total jerk-off. I have to say though, when I saw the flick, I was very pleased. That was exactly the type of attitude that the film had. I always kind of liked what Shepard Fairey did and although I didn't hate him as a person, more the hype that surrounded him, I came to respect Banksy. I still think a lot of street art can be a total cop out though. I guess all art circles have those people. Anyway the film is super funny and I enjoyed it a lot. It reminded me of a lot of people I know (don't worry if you're reading this, you're probably not one of them) and if they're not painstakingly clueless, they'll totally feel like assholes when they watch this and realize the joke's on them. And with that my friends, I was temporarily knocked right out of my indifference and effectively cheered up.

-Katie