Wednesday, April 22, 2009
4:37 PM ● tidbits and harry potter pleas

it's april and it's snowing. a lot. i'm currently watching white fluffy flakes drift into a pile on my deck.
and it's -2C, meaning for all those american's who are too lazy to do conversions, about 28F.
i'll never understand ferenheit. i'm sure none of you do either. celsius just makes sense. it starts at zero and goes up. there are negative numbers and positive numbers. end of story. none of this "guess-what-temperature-it-really-is" game.
32 is freezing? here 32 is quite hot. it only gets up to 32 like, once or twice or maybe at the most 5 days a year.
just yesterday i was wearing sandals and shorts to my exam. today? sweat pants and sandals, which turned out to be a huge mistake, mittens and a zip up, which was also not a smart choice on my behalf. one of these days i'll learn to trust the weatherman...
i digress.
bits and bites: exams are ruining my brain-- today when i had to fill in stuff for work i accidentally filled out the whole sheet, even the stuff that specifies NOT TO FILL IN. afterwards i just shook my head and told the hr lady that i was sorry. i think she thinks i'm mentally handicapped or something. i don't really have an excuse other than i don't read.
i have exactly 2 weeks until i leave for vegas. in those 2 weeks i must make about $500,000 and perhaps get a nice, unhealthy shade (but one i pine for all 11.5 months of winter) golden tan. not to mention lose about 15-20lbs. then i'll be good to go.
so in other words i'm fucked.
this weekend is going to be interesting. the side project is getting a 'thundercats are gooo' from all audiences and now it's the test of true will. i must learn to appreciate everything... worthy of the final cut or not. i must also look into the society i should probably belong to... and perhaps hook up with someone who should be our investor.
'ohhh jammesss... you have that lovely trust account, right? did i ever tell you how much i miss you?'
i kid, i kid.
well, maybe. i need to see my new mastercard bill and then we might have a little sit down about bad investments. and i may or may not sleep with you. it depends.
this weekend also holds some interesting fun-- a comic book expo that... well if it wasn't the most perfect opportunity to get some work done, i wouldn't be going.
anywhere near it.
ever.
things like that give me mild heart palpitations. i'm terrified of the con that i have to go to. absolutely petrified. so many shrieky girls... so many 'i pretend to be gay so i can get chicks' guys... so many... uhm, how to put this delicately? people who have completely lost touch with all sense of reality? i think that sounds good. the people i know are superb. they've still got their fingers on the pulse of reality (most of the time but from time to time is acceptable). figures. most of them have jobs and lives that don't involve edward cullen (or collin, depending on who you talking to).
so someone needs to help me. i don't care as to how you go about attaining this... i just need some HUGE assistance. and you will be rewarded. with what, i'm not yet sure. but it will be a reward of some kind.
i need someone in the harry potter land (cyber or otherwise) to assist me in obtaining some interviews for when i'm in the U.S.
if at all possible i'd love, just be thrilled to peices if i could talk to someone who runs a website, does a podcast (p.s i love the people who do pottercast, i listen in when i can FYI), has been to the hollywood premier ANYTHING.
if you are one of those people, or are in touch with any of these people please please please don't hesitate to email spokedeliciously at:
spokedelciously@gmail.com



slowly the wheels on my eighteen-wheeler potential disaster film get rolling...

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