Amy Adams, Meryl Streep, and Me

Julie and Julia is a good movie. Yes, I probably should've seen this movie when it first came out, but I didn't. I'm the type of person who likes to talk about movies like they're new when in actuality, they are old or not fresh to hit the cinemas.

Speaking of Meryl Streep...have you seen Kramer vs. Kramer???

Anyway, for those of you who have seen Julie and Julia, I'm not going to bore you with the details. Basically, to refresh some people, it's about a woman - Amy Adams, cooking her way through Julia Child's cookbook and blogging about it. While Meryl Streep portrays Julia Child as she takes cooking classes and writes a cookbook.

If you haven't seen it, please rent it, or catch it on tv like me.

To get to my point, as there should always be a point, this movie not only inspired to keep on blogging, but it reiterated why I started blogging in the first place. To keep writing.

Sometimes, most of the time, it's difficult to tell people what I want to do with my life. On top of which, it's hard to tell people that "Yes, I have a job, but it has nothing to do with my college degree." And although I love, love, love my job, I can't help but think about writing everyday...or writing as a living. But how do you write for a living without any experience and expect to get paid? Believe it or not, but I need money. So I might as well work at a place that treats me wonderfully and flowers me with respect and "gifts" for a job well done. Plus, I truly look forward to going to work each day. (If you're wondering why I'm not working at this moment, but I have a day off...it's a slow day at my company. Lucky for me, I get to watch my little nephew Alec! Who smiled about a dozen times at me already.)

So to everyone who thinks that I need a job in my "major" right out of college is crazy. If I were a teacher or a nurse, and was working at Burger King...this would be another story. You see, teachers get jobs at schools, and nurses work in a facility where people need care. Writers don't work that way. Unless you're a writer for a television show and you work in the writers' room. Or if you work for a published magazine or newspaper. But I don't want to be a journalist.

I want to be a screenwriter.

I said it. And after the invisible eye rolls from people I've told, it hurts a bit inside to see people who I thought believed in me all this time, scoff it off as a joke. Well my friends, soon I'm going to be taking a big next step to further my dream career as a screenwriter. (Details in another post...hopefully soon!)

And there was a quote in the movie that really resonated with me, but I can't remember it word for word. It was about being able to be "published" without being published. This is done by blogging. Sure, anyone can do it, but I feel special enough to have a blog and have followers, so in a way, I'm a "published writer."

This blog may not be Casablanca or even Julie and Julia, but it is...something.

My 111th Post

One, one, one.

Guess where I'm blogging from???

Paris, France...you guessed it! Hahaha, NO. I wish. I'm blogging from my couch. A couch in my house. Upstairs too. Not downstairs. Not in my cold basement. Not plugged in at all.

We have wireless :)

So I'm beginning again. I will now blog everyday (well like about 4 or 5 times a week). Who's excited???

I bet you would be more excited if you were in Paris, France. Right?? I don't know why I'm on this Paris kick.

But I am eating Cracker Jacks. Question: When did the prizes start sucking? Seriously, I want Cracker Jack rings, little figurines, stuff like that. This is what I got. A "Can You Guess Who I Grow Up To Be?" paper picture puzzle.

Here's what it looks like...
So apparently, David Duchovny grows up to Abe Lincoln.

Well, Abe, thank you for your early years with "The X-Files." I never would of thought that you went from Mulder to Honest Abe. I guess The Truth was Out There.

O Tetris! My Tetris!

I was playing Tetris today on a really old school Nintendo Game Boy. Not the huge gray old school ones, but the ones just before Game Boy Color came out. BTW, I have one of those :) I got Donkey Kong Country for Christmas one year and had the game beat by New Years.

The thing with Tetris is that I'm always waiting for the long cube. The skinny, long four cube one (I think the technical term is the "I shape"). I seem to get myself into a Tetris rut and the only way to knock out four rows to get more points is all up the skinny, tall one. I'm naming this few and far between block "Skinny B!*@#"...because truly, that is what it is.

My favorite block is the one that can go in all directions - the "T Shape." This one is the best!!! Seriously, I can use it anywhere. Whenever I'm in trouble and the "T" is on deck, I know it will hit one out of the park for me. I see good things for "Mr. T."

Now, the "O Shape" seems to come at all the wrong times. Like when I just placed Skinny B!*@# somewhere because I had no place else to put it, then all of sudden "Oprah" comes sailing down WAY too fast and I'm out of luck. Thus, a difficult situation has occurred and now my whole game is screwed up. Oprah...this is the only time when I'm not a big fan. You may take up a lot of space, and you really do change people's lives, but you're giving me one helluva run for survival.

The "Z, S, J, and L" shapes give me trouble too. Whenever I need the "Z" I get the "S" - and vice versa. Same goes for the "J" and the "L." It's like when I'm watching "Saved by the Bell" and I really want to watch Zach, but Screech comes in with a doofy look on his face. Or when I'm looking for comic relief and I actually prefer Screech to be on tv, but Zach Morris starts one of his monologues. And with J. Lo...I like her music, but "Gigli," really? Really????

Tetris is like life. You get what you get. Sometimes a fastball, sometimes a slider. Sometimes Screech and Jennifer Lopez are slamming you with their bricks, and Oprah and Zach are nowhere in sight. You want to "Pity the fool" more times than not, but the Skinny B!*@# always squeezes her way in and either makes your life a living hell, or saves you.