Like a pheonix from the ashes!

I know all two of you are wondering what happened to my blog page. Don't worry, everyone. Take a deep breath and try to relax. I know how many you loved the one post I made to my previous blog, but as they say in that one song, "the times, they are a changin'" (I'm pretty sure that's from a song. If it's not, please correct me. I like being corrected.)

I am less than a week away from graduating Columbia College, and I'm setting my sights on moving to LA in the Spring. I figured it is about time to make a semi-professional blog about stuff I'm working on and my career/life in general. It probably won't be that interesting, but I figured that the internet will surely have a market for the musings of a goofy, young writer who watches the History Channel too much. Sometimes I write in formal sentences as well.

Finals are baring down on me, but for the first and last time in my college career I am prepared. In previous semesters you would find me typing every paper up until the literal last minute. One time the customers of a Wabash st Jimmy Johns got dinner and a show as they watched me walk while carrying a laptop with one hand, and typing the final paragraph of my Body Movement paper with the other. I'm quite dexterous when adrenaline is coursing through my veins. But all that is in the past. This semester I have taken the time to do most of my work before finals week. My production and editing two final project, a cheesy, fake commercial for a chubby-chasing chat line, is in the can. You can expect to see it on my Youtube account (which will be getting a professional make-over similar to this blog page) very soon.

Today I am finishing a research paper I am being paid to write. After that I plan on typing a second draft to my French Revolution final paper, and then a first draft for my Dick Van Dyke research paper. In case you're scratching your heads, I am taking separate classes on the French Revolution and The Dick Van Dyke Show. Laura Petrie was not guillotined, but if she was, I can clearly imagine Mary Tyler Moore's nervous "Oh Rob!" schtick while they cart her to the town square. Tomorrow I'm tackling my final project for my Literature and Gaming: Dickens class. I still don't know how a college can cram those three subjects together, and I've been in that class for 14 weeks now. I mostly nod my head and smile during that class. I really only interject whenever one of Dickens's archetypal ice queens do something sassy. My comments usually involve a neck swivel and a triple snap, because those bitches need props yo.