Wired On The Inside

It's on a day like today I really wish I'd found a hangout in Los Angeles, so that I could have spent today there instead of here. Because the wiring guys communicate by shouting. You know what a couple of guys shouting sounds like reverberating off of hardwood floors? It sucks. I'm currently a nervous wreck. Haven't these guys heard of walkie-talkies, for crying out loud?

Darin is getting the house's wiring upgraded to the 21st Century -- Cat 5 cabling everywhere. I went into the water closet in our bedroom (an actual water closet -- the people who lived here before and remodeled the house were Brits who designed everything to be British/European) and discovered that while the wiring guys were at it, Darin had them put a phone jack in the bathroom.

Whee.

It'll be good once the wiring is done, because then we'll have TV, just in time for summer.

This weekend I came to the decision, mainly after being totally time-disoriented on Saturday, that I was not going to kill for myself to get a draft into the Nicholl competition. I will finish my draft when I finish it, and then I will start sending it out. Next year I will be prepared -- if nothing else, I'll have my thesis script to send to them.

I handed in my Script Analysis final today and went to Babylonian, where they didn't need me. I can't remember what I did yesterday, other than that final, including watching The Americanization of Emily again...what a way to ruin a weekend. Darin came in and watched the final third of it with me and he said, "Is this supposed to be funny? This is terrible!"

Saturday night he and I went to see Scream, which we had never managed to catch the first time around. I really enjoyed it -- it had some great lines like, "I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin," and "Nightmare on Elm Street was good but all the sequels sucked." (In case you didn't know, the director of Scream, Wes Craven, also directed Nightmare on Elm Street.) However, one little thing about the movie keeps bothering me, which I will discuss in the next paragraph, which should be indented and colored red, in case you're worried about spoilers:

It really bugs me that the main character slept with her boyfriend, not only because it turned out that he's a psychopathic murderer, but because she didn't really want to. Did her decision just seem a tad too forced to anyone? And I should have known that her boyfriend was the killer (or one of them), because everyone kept talking about how "perfect" he is and I kept thinking, what's the big deal with this guy? (And then, of course, she has the onus that the first guy she's slept with turns out to be a psychopathic murderer, but that's happened to just about everyone I know.)

First he was going to do it, then he decided not to, then he decided to do it (and had me fax the actor the script), but eventually Gonzo decided not to do his project for Directing class. He said he was going to ask the teacher for a week's extension, so that he could hand it in or send it to him during Finals Week. Ack. Poor Gonzo. He might have to take the class again, which is not going to be easy for a guy from Portugal who doesn't have terribly much money to begin with.