I get to be in the same room as my author-hero Neil Gaiman. I probably wont get to meet, him, but that's OK. Some people don't even get to get this close to their heroes, so I should be content with the fact that I will get to hear him speak in person. I'm VERY excited! I'm even wearing a dress. Because just in case I do meet him I want to make sure I look good in pictures! I should really be working on my story right now, but I'm barely paying enough attention to write this blog, so I can't at the moment, but I'll work on it today. I hope.
So I haven't updated in a while. I've been WORKING! Guys, I have a job now. It eats up about 36 hours of my week and I honestly don't know how people with jobs get anything done. My goodness full time jobs keep you busy. Fortunately they also give you a bit of money and eventually, benefits. So in just over two months my I will get told all the problems that are wrong with my body that the insurance I'm paying for wont cover, so that's exciting! Hooray america! My job is basically selling beauty products to people who need way more than they're buying. Seriously... some of them are just awful monsters. Dye your hair all you want. It's still going to look disgusting if you don't wash it you filthy thing.
What else? So far I have sent the first 58 pages of my story to two different people. Do you guys know how scary that is? I was only going to send it to one, but I had to use it as a bargaining chip with a musician friend to get some unreleased demos. I'd say it was worth it except that I don't know that my enjoyment of the two tracks he sent me is worth the absolute fear I'm feeling since he was going to read it yesterday and I haven't heard what he thought yet. Seriously, it's terrifying. I mean, I don't mind if he didn't like it, but I'd at least like to know that he did read it and what he thought.
My other friend told me it was good but is supposed to send me some sort of critique and hasn't yet. It's totally OK though because now that I'm working full time I get not wanting to do anything ever. I haven't even been watching TV. Just working and reading [twitter]. I have this weekend completely off though, which is just bonkers and I don't even know what I'm going to do with myself [twitter].
OH! and speaking of musician friends, (which I did earlier) my friend Christopher Pappas (aka @lostphysicist on twitter) just released his solo project (@miracleparade) debut album yesterday, and y'all should download it. I just did! I haven't listened to it yet because I'm a fucking slacker, but I can assure you it's good. He's a very talented guy and I love him and his music. You should too. It's on Zune and iTunes. You've got no excuse! GO NOW! The one who I traded story for songs is @davegodowsky and you can get his music here for whatever price you want to pay! You should pay a lot, because it's a super good CD. There's also another song you can download for free from his regular website here. Seriously, folks. Check these two guys out. They're awesome.
This entry is kind of all over the place (they all are, aren't they? I should work on maybe thinking about what I'm going to write before I write it, yeah?) but it's because I'm downloading a bunch of music (legally, I promise) and trying to get my Zune and iphone all set up properly and honestly, the zune is pretty easy, it just takes a long time to sync all 4000-something songs that are on there. It's the iphone that is a process. Trying to get the software downloaded without it timing out, the phone updated, and worst of all: getting all the music organized the way it's supposed to be. That's a damn process. What a mess itunes makes of everything... really bitches it up, if you ask me (and Steven King, probably. He's a fan of that phrase).
Well, I'm going to continue to download more music than I can listen to and check out the adorable gay guy in the great blazer that just walked into starbucks (yep. i'm blogging at starbucks. Whatever. This drink is douche-licious) and then eventually SEE NEIL MOTHERFUCKING GAIMAN TONIGHT!!
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