Watered Plot

      I'm watching a show right now, I think it's called For The Love Of Grace. I'm trying to get into it, because I really should stay awake. But, unfortunately, it kinda...sucks. The curtains fall against the candle's flames, ignites, causes a fire. Okay, neat. Then she's pulled from the burning building. Suddenly she's out of the hospital, fully recovered - people clap as she enters the room and say, "You're your old self again!" Duh, of course she is; she was pulled from the fire five minutes ago. We heard the sirens, but there wasn't even one ambulance scene. No paramedics, no getting rushed to the hospital. Grace's fiance dropped by, but we didn't see all the other people she thanked for leaving flowers. She goes to thank the fireman who rescued her - yes, yes, fireman, because of course a simple pedestrian wouldn't do something good for someone else. No, the rescuer has to be employed to do just that. Anyway, she goes to the fire hall to rescue him, not even knowing what he looks like. But thank goodness his brother, who I guess is a fireman too, is playing catch with a football right where her anonymous lifesaver is supposed to be. But he's not.
      Oh, and while she's in the fire; there are no smudges on her skin, no ashes on her clothes, no tangles in her hair, and no sweat on her face. Then, when she is out of the hospital, walking again, inside a building that is not on fire, she's sweaty. But, when she is surrounded by leaping flames reaching a degree of, let's say, four hundred degrees; she looks cool as a cucumber. But yes, she is unconscious.
    So let me guess. With her husband away, she's going to cheat on him with this guy. Just a bigger expression of her gratitude, something that transcends paying for a meal, right? And then she doesn't know who she loves more! Oh, the agony!

      I wish I had money to put on this. But, because I don't, I'm going to go see how much more damage I can to do my book.

Just Some More Bad Luck

      Well, if The Walking Dead ever was here, they're gone now. But I don't think they ever were here; because every site I checked said it was just a tribute to the show, where people try to scare you. There is no hiring, no acting, no interviews. Just a hoax. And maybe the cast is there, but that's now how I would like to meet them.
      But at least I know now why my email didn't get sent through. There was nobody to send it to. It's just another way for me to miss out on something I wanted to do. That's why I exist. It's gotta be - none of my dreams have ever come true. All I ever do is miss out, get injured, and miss out.
      Oh, just #@%&ing stop with those d@mn fireworks.

Plans

      I sure wish one store carried Memoirs Of A Geisha. I should've bought the book when I had the chance; at least I'd have the thing that made it into one of my favorite movies...I even had the few cents it cost! But no, I had to walk away. Stupid.
      It seems only Amazon is selling it. No way am I getting into one of those online deals. I'll just start saving some cash for the day I finally stumble across it. I hope that day is before my thirties. I really want to see it again...Suppose I could watch it online, but first I need to find a site that won't give me too much grief. I've been using my mother's computer for all my online stuff; and this old thing is so much faster than mine. Everybody else hates it so much; but if they had to use my Internet, they'd see just how well it's running.
      Not much else going on here. I'm going to need some more Orajel. Hopefully next time I get it, I don't get addicted. That's a pain...figuratively, since it is a numbing agent.
      But seriously, aside from that, I keep breaking a promise I make to myself: "Today, I watch Shrek." I've been meaning to watch the second, but of course first I need to watch Shrek 1. And the way I'm awake until 5AM and asleep until 4PM is a real drag; doesn't leave much time for anything. Supper, then some chores, some socialization with the family, some more chores and then we're off to bed. Joy of joys. Living the dream, life of the party - and all that.
      I need more money. Everything I want is mocking me, and everything I need is killing me.
      Ah, screw it. I'm going to be awake all night anyway. Might as well jump into the movie. Seeing as how nothing else is really going for me...I do need paper for a giant project I'm working on. Going to make a collage of family photos! And with my mother working for some guy who makes frames...Well, need more be said?
      Okay, well, goodnight. Or good morning. Or...whatever. See ya!

Took The Jump And Landed On Concrete

      Well, recently I had the opportunity to try out for a role in The Walking Dead. After much consideration, I emailed the address provided and said I would love to audition. Apparently it's not going to happen. I just got a message saying that my email failed to deliver.
      On a scale of one to one hundred, my disappointment ranks somewhere in the eighties or nineties. Mostly disappointed, but not entirely.