So I was looking through my tapes and I found this tape...my old camp talking tape...and i listen to it and there's Pete Schiller, with a high voice and without the British accent, talking about Monty Python and missing me...this is just crazy! Well, i put it on the computer so if you want to take a listen, give a holler...it's quite...shall we say, HILLARIOUS! I almost wet myself with laughter.
My tape collection is really a collection of my childhood...it's quite amusing the time i spent on these...i just found a tape full of commercials. How odd!
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
Question of the day: Can Emily win with just plain class? Of course you're asking yourself, "What class?"
I read people's blogs and they are just so packed with exciting vocab, their lives are actually worth reading...they have struggle...they have peril...they have adventure...
I have pharmacy work and Peter Alfred Schiller. That is no basis for an exciting human epic!
Maybe Alex (if he's ever right) is right about one thing: I am too colloquial...I am too lowbrow. My stories aren't filled with large dialogue, human struggle, a human existence to try and get somewhere in life.
But try as a I might, I will still try...I shouldn't be jealous of others fancy and easy ability to write words on the page. I have that ability too, except it is in a more high school sort of way...and when was that ever bad? Here's a few lines from my new play:
A: Oh our lives never meshed until summer and a summer when we were little were just fantasies. It’s this entire giant fantastic blur. The only thing I can remember about my childhood was the guff I got from my peers. But summer…that was the time when all my silliness paid off and I was rewarded with some semblance of bliss and sexual gratification.
Oh why bitch anymore? I just need the kick of school to begin and everything will be fine...yes, optomism Emily, tis a powerful thing....
I read people's blogs and they are just so packed with exciting vocab, their lives are actually worth reading...they have struggle...they have peril...they have adventure...
I have pharmacy work and Peter Alfred Schiller. That is no basis for an exciting human epic!
Maybe Alex (if he's ever right) is right about one thing: I am too colloquial...I am too lowbrow. My stories aren't filled with large dialogue, human struggle, a human existence to try and get somewhere in life.
But try as a I might, I will still try...I shouldn't be jealous of others fancy and easy ability to write words on the page. I have that ability too, except it is in a more high school sort of way...and when was that ever bad? Here's a few lines from my new play:
A: Oh our lives never meshed until summer and a summer when we were little were just fantasies. It’s this entire giant fantastic blur. The only thing I can remember about my childhood was the guff I got from my peers. But summer…that was the time when all my silliness paid off and I was rewarded with some semblance of bliss and sexual gratification.
Oh why bitch anymore? I just need the kick of school to begin and everything will be fine...yes, optomism Emily, tis a powerful thing....
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