Well, it’s that time of year again. You know, the end of it. It’s a time to conjure up a new reason to live after all the seasonal S.A.D.ness and the waking up every day after the sun’s gone down. A time to say goodbye to the blog and reflect on the results of our year-long experiment. A time to get on with it already.
But before we do that, I would like to thank everyONE in our intimate blogging community for commenting and keeping up with the Klardashienz. We’ll miss you someday.
Ahem, on with the show…
- No internet, media watching, texting or video games.
- ~55 WordPress posts!
- Enter short screenwriting thingy.
- Create Nicksabanfacts.com.
- Cook A LOT.
- Blow up an eggplant in the oven.
- Take more pictures of myself than my parents have looked at me.
- We’re sure this will be the most productive year ever!
- I win a Scriptshadow shorts week spot!
- Start work on Dog Tags.
- I meet the Scripstshadow guy in person. He encourages me to send him the finished script.
- We feel confident that this screenwriting thing is gonna happen, yeah!
- Finish first draft of script.
- Get too drunk and eat too much KFC.
- Go to see the heads of screenplay contests lie their asses off.
- Finish up Dog Tags.
- Send it to Scriptshadow guy who never returns my e-mail.
- Start going to Starbucks while my husband’s at work.
- Meet friendly local screenwriter who likes my work.
- Experiment with fasting.
- Get “encouraged to move” by landlords who want to sell.
- Publish one post about apartment hunting.
- Apartment hunt.
- Decide that extended fasting is bull after seeing countless pictures of dull-haired anorexics with the caption: “I’m not starving, I’m feasting on fat!”
- Win top prize at Pinup Girl Boutique drawing: fancy-shmancy skincare products, $100 worth of Masuimi Max’s makeup and my makeup done by Micheline Pitt.
- Post one catch-all post.
- Start work on gold diggers script.
- Work on friend’s fashion magazine.
- Another one-post month.
- Start to get into quantum physics and the meaning of existence.
- Start to realize that we do what we want, and that I must not “want” to be a screenwriter.
- Call my parents from Pasadena “just because” for the first time.
- Stab myself in hand with paring knife. It leaves a scar.
- Start my search for my birth parents.
- My dad falls and breaks his leg. He stays in the hospital for over two weeks, but I never call.
- My dad dies in the hospital.
- Turn 26.
- Deal with dad’s death in waves.
- Start planning Paul’s Christmas-themed birthday.
- Sign up for Nanowrimo.
- Throw Paul’s Christmas Birthday.
- Give up on Nanowrimo.
- Get new Nike Fuelband.
- Go Fuelband crazy.
- Go home for Thanksgiving.
- Help mom get her affairs in order.
- Get asked by Food Network for rights to our eggplant explosion pictures.
- Paul posts a lot while we’re gone.
- Return to LA with renewed sense of agency.
- Paul visits Alabama.
- After years of thinking, finally figure out the meaning of existence.
- Feel dissatisfied with the answer and stupid for thinking it would be satisfying.
- Get depressed.
- Realize slowly and painfully and joyfully that I’m “meant” for academia.
- Feel distant from Paul when he gets back, because we’ve lost our shared dream of screenwriting and are starting to diverge paths, or because we worship different gods, or because we haven’t been separated for this long in years. Things just feel different.
- Start to learn math so I can get into a Neural Networks and Computing PhD program with a BS in stupid Human Sexuality.
- Bet Paul $50 he can’t go to Sunday morning church eight weeks in a row.
- Celebrate New Year’s with Trey and Paul and Chodie Foster, uncertain where we’ll be this time next year, but grateful for the time we have left like this.
Good night, dear reader, and good luck.