ah february, only 3 more months until staffing season. Well, it pretty much starts next month, but the showrunner meeetings with people who can actually hire me on their shows are in full swing in may. it's been a long long long 9 months. I hope I get staffed this year, I dont think I can just sit around for another year waiting to get a job.. that's when plan b goes into effect yo.

yesterday I hit the writers guild to do a re-write on an article for fandango. I write one every 2 months or so for them. It's a movie tickets website and my friend scored me the gig. I love my friends who score me gigs! then i had dinner with amy and we watched friday night lights. I freakin love that show.

when i came home my mail had been placed in front of my bedroom door. I'm not sure why my female roomie insists on putting my mail in front of my door, meanwhle her and her fiancee's mail can sit of the fucking table until thanksgiving. So today I wrote an email to the both of them saying "hey how about we leave my mail alone much like how if i bring in your mail, i don't fucking touch it, asses!" not those words exactly. but the guy i live with immidiately wrote me an email back saying "i didn't do it," God he's such a fucking child, like that stupid cartoon family circus where there's a ghost who's called not me or i didnt do it or some shit. I don't care if you did or didn't do it, just make sure it doesn't happen again.