Well, my housemate moved out Wednesday, but by some act of fate, I have a new one that moved in this afternoon. She shall being staying through the end of the year. She’s Indian, a vegetarian, and only 17 but beginning her second semester in freshman engineering at Purdue. Basically, I’m boarding a genius. Her sister says it’s likely I’ll never know she’s here. I’m just thankful to have someone to watch over snippy, which means I can keep her with me.

I’m just in love with this photo. I can’t find the word to describe the facial expression though. Yes, it’s “my brit” (hehe he called me out on calling him that but it’s all good cuz I’m his American lady). He’s still the most enjoyable chap to email. His cousin passed on good things to Rachel about his visit with him a few days ago. It all definitely keeps me in good spirits, despite my looming but nearly resolved financial crisis. I did finally receive payment yesterday from a project I did back in April. Anyway, it’s looking quite likely that he’ll come to the states for grad school, so maybe I can visit semi-often and keep up this friendship. It just doesn’t seem possible that I’ve only known him a little over a month.

Work is also going well. In fact everything’s going so well that it frightens me a bit. It must mean I’m going to die soon or something horrible like that. Ha! Mr. Creative pulled me in for a storyboarding meeting about the script that I pretty much wrote and he edited and edited (heh) and refined. It’s still pretty much my work, and I was so pleased to hear such good feedback from the visual people about its power. I loved the ideas they were throwing out for it too. It was just such a thrill to be able to brainstorm with those 3 guys and to see them sketch out what I was seeing in my head. I cannot wait for it to be finished so I can share it. I really think it could be our next big “impact” piece, and the look of it is something completely new. This role is so where I belong. It just feels natural. I felt like my entire day was much more productive with that little sidetrack in the middle.

Along those same lines, I wrote the opening & closing for my little brother’s first speech last night. I do have mad skillz now, because I jotted them out in like 10 min. I was so proud of it that I wished I could give the speech. I really, really miss writing/giving speeches, but there’s really no place in the world for personal/school-like speeches. There’s nothing much better than having an audience full of reactions to reading something you’ve written. Now my poor mom gets a phone call every time I write something so i can read it to her, and so it can be heard the way I think it should be. I had all the voices and speaking styles and pauses perfect for this last script.

hmm this was gonna be short but I believe I’ve stumbled on to something here. I’m willing to spend countless hours if I can get/witness an immediate positive reaction to the work. With web stuff, you don’t get that as much, it’s more “change this or change this” and finally “ok, this works” at the end because everyone’s so sick of it, they can’t even appreciate it. But with writing, more specifically speaking, you write and revise and revise and revise, until you read it to yourself and you say, “yes, that’s it” and then the audience just has to take it in as you deliver. You know when you’ve done it, when you’ve won them over. They have this look of satisfaction. Think about it. You get tingles when you hear a good speaker, even if it’s on a topic completely unimportant to you…you have a “wow” or “damn” moment afterward and it’s written clearly on your face.

And you didn’t wanna speech, so I’m done. I threw in a random poi photo that my brit sent me to fool you in to thinking the rest of this post was interesting at all. :) Tomorrow is SubSurface, a graffiti festival in Indy. Stay tuned for photos of that.