judy fucking davis

JUDY DAVIS
EQUALS
to the actress whose name i've been struggling with for 2 weeks now
= evidence that My brain is clearly suffering from a minor stroke potentially suffered during recent POWER JOG
all this week i've been walking around like a ripped up crib sheet
like
sorry what's your name?
yes.
right.
i'm sorry i didn't hear you
i don't know who you are...
what?

i go to introduce people to people and i'm like
hi so this is Karrie and Karrie this person's name begins with a "c"
"Cr"
"Cree"
maybe?
not sure.
yes you INTRODUCE YOURSELF!

i'm a public asshole/ripped up crib sheet. it's not a good thing when part of your job is to be nice and sociable with a lot of people many of whom you've only met once.

i'm going to make myself a t-shirt that says
"I don't remember your name, but that doesn't mean i don't care"

i'm going to wear it all next week.

so if i've seen you and avoided you now you know why.

damn.

but okay it doesn't mean
1) i don't care
2) you aren't interesting
3) i don't remember knowing you

although recently i've noticed an amazing ability to fake it
like the time some girl called our house looking for pot
and i talked to her for 10 minutes
because i thought
well maybe i do know this person
and then
well then it's too bad that i don't have pot!
and then c was like
sweetie hang up the phone if you have no idea who the fuck this person is
but i thought...
maybe i do...

in other news

school is rapidly approaching...
the play (see www.nightwoodtheatre.net) is rapidly approaching
and c is almost finished working 2 jobs at once.

hurrah
and i just painted my bike green and chrome
and it looks fucking CRAZY!

talks

it was funny last night - i had a couple people from my class over as part of a farewell/i don't want to teach tonight effort. all the funny people came. one weird person came, and clearly didn't want to leave.
i don't feel diva enough to deal with stalkers anymore
i practically carried her out the door and threw her into an awaiting car.
like hey
i have a girlfriend now, you know?
these awkward moments are my problem no longer.

had an interesting talk about WHY i want to be/am a writer.
or why i like being an academic
L thought it was enough to love it, i can't help but think that's a little simplistic. the truth is we should ALL love our jobs but that is not always what DOING your job is about. if you're making money off it, if you want to continue making money off it, it's a whole different monster. it's a making money monster. it's a i have to get this done even though i don't feel like it monster. LOVING writing isn't necessarily going to get you through that. it just might mean that the product feels better to you than, say, a presentation on Hawaii or something... toothpaste.

i found out that one of the women in the class works for a company that makes adhesives for FUCKING BRACES. how cool is that!? can you imagine if that works out that i end up with cool pictures of girls with braces.

sweet.

in other news the play is less than 2 weeks away.
i feel slightly ill about it
which is to be expected.

hey that's something else to love about being a writer.
nausea.

mxo