Traffic Light

I have exciting news, but those of you not in my family must first hear the story behind it in order to understand.
Years and years ago, before I was born, my mother bought a traffic light. Every one says she was crazy, but she bought it, and it has been in our basement for all those years.
Now, only a few years ago, I saw this light in the basement. I was amazed and delighted, and wished we had some use for it. A few days ago I decided that since no one else was using it, I would figure out how to wire it, and turn it on in my room. Yesterday I dragged it out of the far corner of the basement, and looked until I figured out how to open it up. That was all I had time to do. Today I opened it up. It seemed surprisingly simple. My dad helped me decide the most convenient way of wiring it. We went to hardware store to get switches, plugs, and lightbulbs. And then, with assistance - I WIRED A TRAFFIC LIGHT! IT IS ON IN MY ROOM RIGHT NOW!

I am awesome.

Splash! weekend at MIT

On Saturday I signed up for the Splash! weekend at MIT. I don't feel like explaining it, so I'll be lazy and just link to it. Okay, never mind I can't link to it. On a Saturday and Sunday MIT students teach all sorts of classes. You can google it if you're curious. Anyway, it took me forever of looking at the classes and times to decide what I was taking(the catalogue page is REALLY STUPIDLY designed). Then I went to sign up, and almost everything I wanted to take was full! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

But the classes I signed up for sound pretty interesting too.

Stream of Consciousness

Um, la de da. What to write. Gaad, I can never come up with ideas. I suppose I'll figure something out eventually. I often do, right? But what the heck can I write about today? I really have no idea. Yeah, so.... I guess I wait for the muses to move me, right. Man, if I ever meet my muses face to face, I'm gonna give em' an earfull. Or maybe I'll call them on the phone and say "we need to talk". Hmm.... I only write when I'm inspired. Fortunately, I'm inspired at 10:00 every morning. Who said that again? Don't know. Oh well. Gaad, I lost my train of thought, what was I going to write next? I hate how much faster my brain goes than my fingers go. Well, anyway, I wish I were inspired every day. Life would be so cool. Of course, the saying is actually about how the person keeps a schedule whether or not they're doing well that day.
I don't know why I'm putting this as a blog entry. I think I meant to post, then tried to get the juices flowing. I think I meant to delete the first sentences about how I can't write, but now the whole thing is turning out to be about how I can't write. Maybe I shouldn't post it at all. Streams of consciousness are confusing. I guess I wanted to put out just a sample of what goes on in my head. When I'm writing anyway. Maybe I should get back to my story. For those who don't know, it's a sci-fi mystery, suspense type thing, and it's a mess. Well, it's not a mess, it's more..... not there, if you know what I mean. It's got a beginning, an idea for a part of the middle, and a vague notion of how it might work out. So, basically, it has a beginning. Though I've only written two scenes of the beginning. I didn't realize until I started to outline it that I don't have much of a plot. Basically I know the main characters, the setting, and that someone is plotting to kill the pilot in order to take the ship somewhere. I have a problem.
I just realized how much I've been droning on, most of the stuff I'm writing being pointless and repetitive. I think I'll post anyway. I always find random thoughts interesting, I hope you do too.
Maybe I should let this story hibernate in the back of my brain and work on a different one, maybe one that has a plot.
My train of thought seems to be slowing down. I hear the brakes, it must be stopping.
I'm hopping off, suitcase in hand, having ridden the train.
I really should get back to my story.

Harry Potter Auditions

All of you who, like me, fantasize in your dreamland that could try out for a part in a Harry Potter movie - give up.

This is not pessimism. It is fact. They do not hold open auditions. You cannot audition. It is not allowed.
I actually found this out quite a while ago, but I am now putting it out on my blog.

When I found out about this, it really crushed me. I don't like fantasizing about things that really are impossible. I liked fantasizing that I would play Luna Lovegood. I thought I could make it through a couple rounds of auditions, because I think I'm a pretty good actor, but I can't even try out. That stinks, big time. So don't bother searching on the web for how to try out, cause it ain't happening.
Perhaps I should have expected this. Perhaps I should have known, all along, that there was no choice.

Life. Don't talk to me about life.