THIS WONKY SCHEDULE

On set working in art department for our production designer.

Throughout the shoot, I worked on an assignment for Thursday's class. I thank George for taking fifteen minutes to award my MacBook Pro with a free, legitimate version of Final Draft 8. I'm quite the program hog. I'm spoiled. Not like a rotten egg or anything. More like a girl's future when her parents decide to buy her a stupid T-shirt that reads "Spoiled" in glittery cursive. And you ask yourselves why your daughter thought stripping was the only way to earn money to blow on blow...

Well, that escalated quickly. I just kind of took a penny and threw it down the hole to see how deep it is. The penny never hit rock bottom.

Two more classes to go and roughly two more months of this wonky work schedule. These commutes to LA will usually end with horrendous traffic. If you think you can escape its piercing, finely-manicured nails by waiting it out until late at night, you're wrong. One word, two hours: construction.

It's 2 a.m. right now and I was supposed to get up in about 6 hours. But I'm not called in for production tomorrow so I get to do what most girls do on their days off and buy me a set of tires for my car. And so ends my night.