Note to Twilight: Please don’t suck!
Yes, it’s finally upon us: the movie. I’m excited for it. Not so psyched that I’d sacrifice sleeping-hours to do a midnight showing last night or anything (I have to be at work by 8 and have enough trouble getting here as it is these days), but enough so that I have it on my mind several times a day. Mostly I am curious about the technical details, like how much money will it earn this weekend? What will the review-consensus be? Will they please keep that horrible Robert Pattinson song OUT of the film itself (no singing Edward, please, please PLEASE) and just run it out at the end of credits or something? Will I like Jacob? (Because, sorry everyone, I’m actually on TEAM JACOB!) I’m just so curious and amazed that this book has now grown to massive-movie level. It’s very cool. I can’t wait to be immersed in the world of the movie. I’m ready to view the movie as something SEPARATE from the book. It’s one person’s interpretation. But I like interpretations. I’m in, I’m along for whatever ride it ends up being!
Hopefully, we’ll still be seeing it tomorrow night, but it could be Sunday now. Either way, I refuse to get to the end of the weekend without seeing it. I’m going with my sister, of course. Hands down, she is the perfect person to see this with and we wouldn’t betray one another by seeing it without the other one. We’re like that. Especially about movies we care this much about.
I took my first official step towards the screenwriting goal: I joined a Meetup group for screenwriters, and the first meeting is tomorrow afternoon. I’m kind of nervous! It’s going to feel so weird walking into a group of people who already know one another and try to fit in somehow. I assume they’ll be OK, though, because otherwise why would they post on Meetup in the first place if they’re going to be hostile to new members? It’s just me, and how I get about new situations. Also, it’s kind of different because I feel like a poser right now. At least when I went to the writer’s group meetings last year, I walked in with a lot of experience and many clips and pages of stories. With this, I am walking in empty-handed, since I haven’t yet written a script. I hope they’ll be cool about that and take my word for it– that I will develop clips very, very soon, once I know how to do it. I’m pretty psyched, though, to be doing something already and feeling good about the decision. I’m happy that the screenwriting thing wasn’t just something that I was excited about for one day, and then woke up the next day not caring so much about it anymore. So far, it’s sticking.
I made a possible friend-connection last night, in my neighborhood. That’s pretty significant, for a couple of reasons. One- I am pretty shy about saying hello to strangers. Two- I always walk Hurley at night, between 9:30 and 10:30, when most people are in their houses watching TV or sleeping; this leaves very little opportunity to even SEE people to be shy about saying hello to. And three- for whatever reason, people in Arizona are not very friendly towards their neighbors. Maybe it’s everywhere, but I’ve heard people say that out here, everyone is blocked off by block walls and fences and with the need for constant A/C, no one really hangs out outside long enough to talk to anyone. I’ve definitely experienced the “I have no ideas who my neighbors are” thing out here.
Anyway, just as we were coming back from our walk last night, I see a woman walking up the sidewalk towards us with a German Shepherd. Hurley started whining and wagging his tail, saying “oh, pleasepleasePLEASE can I go see that dog?!” As the woman got closer, I could see her dog doing the same thing. She called out to see if my dog was friendly… I said yes, and we let the two of them meet. We stood in my driveway for a good five minutes, talking. I found out she lives only two houses away, with 5 roommates (wow!), her name is Jessie and her dog’s name is Toots. Pronounced the way truckers talk to waitresses: “Hey, Toots, can I get some sugar over here?” Hurley and Toots got along splendidly. We let them off leash after a couple of minutes, and they just wandered around the driveway and up on my porch, sniffing each other and wagging tails. I think Hurley even developed a crush on the graceful Toots, a little… he looked longingly after her as they went back home and we went into the house. Anyway, Jessie said that anytime I wanted someone to walk the dog with, to knock on her door. I’ve never done anything like that. Just go up to someone’s house and say “is now a good time to walk?” or whatever; plus, she lives with 5 other people. What if she doesn’t answer the door? Sheesh. I’ll feel like a weird dork. I invited her to do the same, so I kinda hope she’ll be the one to make the first move. After that it will be fine. It’s just that whole “did she really mean it or was she just being polite” thing too. You never know. Either way, I went inside last night feeling a sense of accomplishment because I’d talked to a new person. If I get scared tomorrow at the screenwriter’s meeting, I’ll have to remind myself of this. “I can do eeeet!”
Here are a couple of random things:
* I helped my sister pick out a mattress last night. I didn’t know that stores sometimes sell their own Tempur-Pedic mattresses, but under their brand and not Tempur-Pedic…and although it’s essentially the same mattress as those $3K ones, it can be had for a quarter of that price if you play your cards right. Which my sister did. It’s very cool, and I am a little jealous of that new mattress!
* I bought a little pink Creative Stone MP3 player the other night for $25 and I love it! It’s so incredibly wee.
I used it on my bike this morning as I came into work, and it was awesome to be able to clip it to the basket and change songs or whatever as I rode along. Before this, I’ve been bringing my HUGE-in-comparison Creative Zen Touch player (they don’t even make it anymore so I can’t find a picture or link to show you) and not only is it pretty heavy, it’s getting more susceptible to jostling and movement as it gets older so whenever I went over a big bump or the bike shook a lot, the song playing would skip or pause. And I’d have to stop riding to fix it because I needed to keep it inside my backpack, in the basket, because it wasn’t safe anywhere else. I should mention I bring that Zen thing hiking all the time, too, and it has fallen many times now. It has a bad dent on one edge of it from slamming down on a rock one time last spring, and numerous scuffs and scrapes. I don’t even know how many GB it is anymore, because the part of the label that said that has been worn away. Poor thing. It’s done a great job though in the 3 years that I’ve had it, and I remain loyal to the Creative brand. This new little Stone player is only 2GB but that’s plenty for bike ride/hiking music mixes. And I can clip it to my shirt, for god’s sake. That’s so cool. I heart technology sometimes. (When it doesn’t scare me.)
* I really like that Simply Orange juice. Oh, my goodness. Mmmmm. It’s so expensive for juice, though! I’ve decided, though, that since OJ is so crucial to my morning well-being (I simply love it with breakfast and hate when I can’t have it– like this morning, because I ran out and was too lazy to back out to the store last night to get more), it’s perfectly acceptable to spend the extra money to get the good stuff. I usually go for the storebrand juice that’s cheapest. Not anymore. Now that I’ve sampled the nectar of the Gods, I can’t go back to mere-mortal-juice! It’s only juice. And heck, if this is my indulgence, it’s not all that terrible as far as indulgences go. It’s not like I am upgrading to the GOOD crystal meth. Sheesh.
* I have lots of static in my house. Sometimes Hurley looks like a barrel cactus walking around the house, it’s so bad. I get shocked constantly on doorframes and lightswitches. So I bought Static Guard. The stuff works great. A little on Hurley’s brush works miracles.
But seriously dudes…it STINKS! Have you smelled it? Ugh, it makes me a little nauseous. I hate when there is something you really need to use but it fucking reeks. That’s a sucky problem to have, isn’t it? Is there anything you use that smells like total ass? TELL ME ABOUT IT! I am here to listen to your stanky woes. That’s what I bring to the table: a shoulder to cry on when it comes to talking about things that stink. Other women can offer witticisms, good advice, financial tips and suggestions on how to best wear that new A-line skirt. Not me!