This was supposed to be my "productive night". Observe.
Eia and I are both sitting in our respective rooms, miserably trying to work on/finish our papers we both have due next week. Neither of us have been very successful, as it's already 6 at night, Eia hasn't started, and I have only begun with an introductory paragraph and virtually no research to speak of.
There is a silence on the top floor of our house, as we both pretend we're working so the other person doesn't find out we're actually still on facebook/sending text messages to boys/staring at the wall.
Then Eia rings out in a whiney voice, "I want Halloween cookies!"
She shouts this from her room to my room.
"…should we…. get some?" I shout back, hesitant.
"Yes." I have never heard Eia more sure of anything in her life.
Twenty minutes later, Eia and I return from the grocery store with not only a package of cookies with purple ghosts on them, but a separate roll of cookie dough to eat while the ghost ones are baking, two pumpkins, and a carving kit.
"Why are we so bad at being productive?" she asks me.
"I don't know, Eia."
"I mean, I count on you usually. You're the voice of reason between us. You're supposed to stop us from making cookies when we're supposed to be working."
"Not today, Buzz," I say in a deep voice.
"Why do you get to be Buzz? I don't want to be Woody. I always have to be Woody."
I just stare at her. "But… I just said… you're… Buzz?"
"OH! Not today - right!"
Moments later I open my phone and twitter about the fact that some day, I will publish a book entirely of Eia quotes because my life is WAY too funny for me not to be sharing it with the world.
In other news, I am blogging when I should be writing my paper. This whole situation is not getting any better. I need to write ten pages and I am currently somewhere around a third of a page.
Today I filmed my last Fiesta Mission video with some friends of mine here in Seattle and I am really, really excited about it. It's a music video and it's filmed on a pretty nice camera, which is all I am going to say about it at this point. It took a long time, and we're actually nowhere even close to finished.
I have nothing else of interest to report now. I should really go start working on the paper. UGH. UUUUGH.
It's taking every ounce of will power I have in me not to go downstairs and carve my pumpkin. Stupid school. Stupid stomach ache from the 6 cookies and 1/5 a roll of cookie dough I just ate. Happy freaking Halloween.
good on paper
1 day ago