And the conformity continues...

Okey doke, I think I may be getting the hang of it... blogging. So many people do it. It's a techno-craze I resisted, but the lack of journaling and the ability to type a helluva lot faster than I can write makes it easier to conform and adhere to the ever growing popularity of the blog. Journalists do it, teenagers do it, politicians do it, celebrities do it, web designers do it, average Joe's do it... and now, La does it.
Welcome back to the freehand thought dump! And I'm teaching myself CSS and HTML because I've been forced to learn how to adjust to customizing the template to match my simplistic idealistic rediculistic freakistic viewpoint and how I want to see things on my lil' ol' silly blog...
What better way to spend a Tuesday evening? Who seriously wants to do homework, read about government, read about communications or media law. Why not exercise your fingertips and be entirely mal-productive. But it is much more fun than writing in a book, the way things used to be. I used to write pages and pages daily. In class, at the kitchen table, in the library, in the park, in bed, in the car. I used to be a writing addict. And now, I'm a lazy addict. And I don't even have any legitimate excuse as to why I am so compelled to procrastinate on anything deemed responsible. No, that's not true, tonight wasn't all worthless or just like any other night... I responded to my emails about work and the article for the Voice, followed up on interviews and made some notes, did some minimal research on prospective plans to attend NYU, got some work dates with IATSE, I chatted with Amber from past life in NM who's going through a major life change right now also, some techno-cyber-company with my NY man... I also organized some thoughts on the upcoming days...
Tomorrow, musn't forget to bring my old Olympus camera for that girl to borrow for her shooting art and dance around Cabrillo... Actually I really don't know why I volunteered myself to lend my camera to her, when I could just continue shooting around campus like I already have been. I just don't want to take photos during Oedipus Rex on Sunday, I'd rather enjoy the play and not have to worry about asking Maria Crush and the director for permission to go up into the follow spot booth and point my giant loud lens in the actors' faces. I'd rather lend my Olypus to Michelle and let her have the ultimate photojournalist-in-training experience and let me to my leisure enjoying the production with Mary and Steven. Much better that way. So there, just talked my self out of regretting lending off my precious camera, and I don't mind taking a few minutes to show her how to use it anyhow, it'll be worth it in the long run.

Alright, I can see this is going to be addictive.