There's the oil spill in the gulf. There's the mess in the Middle East with the flotilla. (I have never known how to pronounce that word. Is it Flot-ee-uh? Like, is it Spanish?)
I've been back from California for nearly a week... depressing. I keep trying to get ahold of the people from my internship but I've left phone messages and emailed and they haven't responded to either, so I figure that's the most I can do. The bestie is in tropical hell for the summer and begging me to rescue her, so I might be going to Key West in July... we'll see.
This is pretty wicked:
I'm about to get started in earnest on a new script, an idea I've been tossing around since second semester (when it was originally a proposal for a twenty minute screenplay... of course I realized pretty quickly that it takes place all in one little room, so maybe I shouldn't use it as a screenplay.) So I'm going to give it a shot as a play, see if it turns into anything worthwhile, and we'll see what happens. It's about sibling rivalry and my dad says it sounds a bit like King Lear, which I disagree with and don't think my dad has read that play recently... I would know, I had to study it not once, but twice last year!
But, then, TV Tropes says Shakespeare is the originator of a lot of tropes, so its sort of impossible to escape from him entirely.
Anyway, that's all for now. Gonna head out to the beach now... it's like a hundred degrees outside. Gotta love Florida heat.
Warmly yours,
Leez.
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