I have this great idea for the tea party scene, which will of course be in black and white, when Alice comes upon the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and the Doormouse all sitting at a table. The Mad Hatter and the March Hare light about a million cigarettes for the duration of their chat, and place each one in their respective saucers. Each of the saucers would be on a lazy-susan kind of thing, and every time they pause to find their cigarette it will have moved away. By the end of the conversation the Doormouse, in the middle-- the top of his/her head barely visible over the tabletop-- will have a billion cigarettes in his/her mouth and hands. Bahaha.
Well, I thought it was funny.
Anyway, I want to work on that stuff. I have also assembled a goal list (well, I assembled it last month but I've been too despondent to care about it lately). My screenwriting teacher recommended such a thing-- a list of ten goals that I can see every day. It should change every six months, even if some things are not achieved. This is what is on mine:
1. Win a screenwriting contest. [part B- sell something in said contest]
2. Hook amazing internship.
3. Pay off credit debt.
4. Write/finish true-life script (my deadpan, Greenberg-I-hope-esque "this is my life story" script, which I hope to make one day, somewhat like the film "Tiny Furniture" which was a big inspiration).
5. Go to New York.
6. Shoot Rhymes With Orange
7. Lose enough weight so can look fabulous in Sacred Blue Dress (purchased before graduation, however with stupid extra weight does not look good AT ALL- pregnant is the word that comes to mind)
8. Get an agent.
9. Publish a story in print.
10. Go abroad.
tacked on: 11. Play guitar.
These are the biggies. Some are doable, some will be transferred to my next six-month goal list. At present, it makes me happy to look at it.
Some other things I hope to do:
Screenwrite, of course. And work on my novelish thing from time to time.
Work on the little short films.
Attend therapy. I don't and won't have money for it anytime soon, so in the meantime I've decided to try a group therapy for depressed and bipolar people that meets on Tuesday nights. I missed it tonight, but I'm going to try for next week.
Return to church. I have been going so rarely due to the expense (gas) and depression/sickness, really, and that in and of itself makes me depressed.
Volunteer. I thought about doing so quite a bit over this stretch of Doing Nothing, but I was far too bogged down by the monotony of Doing Nothing that I did nothing. Bah. The library downtown has a literacy program, so I may try to be a part of that twice a week. Literacy is one of the few causes that I think of quite a bit (the other two, for the most part, being autism and homelessness, but one thing at a time).
Read again. I was on a blitz there for awhile and then I just stopped. Still trying to get through East of Eden and Running with Scissors, both very easy books to read but for some reason my mind hasn't been capable of paying attention.
Also, in order to lose weight, I need to make some sort of plan. I'm trying to negotiate a bike, which will make this much easier, as I love biking (WIND IN THE HAAAAIR) and will probably be more apt to get out of the house into the air if I had such a thing. I hope. Also, I'm going to get back to walking the dogs, which will be some pleasant cardio every day. I don't know about eating habits. I either want to curl up and eat all of the food in the world or drink coffee and eat nothing-- neither option has done me much good. I wish I had the clear mind and motivation that I did after we moved to California in 2004, I immediately just GOT ON IT and lost a bazillionedy pounds while reading a bazillionedy books and watching almost the entire Criterion Collection. And then I made friends, hahaha. Oh well. There always has to be a trade-off I suppose.
Also, I know I'm so late to the party, but Empire State of Mind has a fantastic chorus. I plan on singing it to myself (as well as my entire, carefully selected "NY State of Mind" playlist) as I explore the streets of my beloved someday-city. Ahh. Ahh. I'm over-caffienated and underfed today (option 2), but also a bit hopeful. Just a bit.