Screenwriting homework

Our homework was to write a specific kind of scene without being too explicit. Did I achieve this? Please help me. (I might've made it too long for what the prof. wanted, but whatevsss. First draft.)

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1. Sarah is standing in front of the full-length mirror in her dorm wearing nothing but underwear and black tights. Her hair is loose in a “just got out of bed” way that takes forever to achieve. She is holding up a simple black dress in one hand and a blue and red flower-patterned one in the other, covering herself with each of them in order.

The black one gets tossed in one of the two piles of clothes on her bed a few feet away. She picks up a red sleeveless dress from the other pile and holds it up against her after considering the flower dress once more. The clothes on the bed seem to be able to fill up her closet times two; it’s a mystery how she hasn’t drowned in dresses a long time ago. The red one wins after some deliberation. She slips it over her head and zips it up.

The make-up station on her desk is next. She empties her cocktail glass while sitting down and refills it with another vodka tonic. Her legs are crossed under the table and she’s shaking them hard enough to almost make her spill the drink. She takes a big sip before applying mascara. Her hands are not as steady as they could be and it causes her to mess it up. A tipsy laugh fills the room before she cleans up the mascara and manages to apply it correctly. By the time her make-up is done, she has finished the cocktail.

Before leaving the room in her purple pumps and black coat, she pours herself some more vodka. She picks up the tonic bottle, but decides against it and shots the vodka pure.

Where is she going? What is her state of mind?

2. Sarah stumbles drunkenly into the room, kicks off her shoes and tosses her coat towards the chair. The coat hits the floor instead. She passes her mirror and laughs when she sees herself. Her smudged out make-up makes her look like a panda, she’s showing off too much underwear because her dress somehow got tucked in her tights and there’s a big tear in the right leg of the tights. She sits herself down in front of the mirror, but falls over before she makes it. She starts ripping her tights completely into pieces and laughs while doing it. When she’s pleased with the work she has done, she crawls over to the bed and passes out with whatever intact clothes she’s still wearing.

How was her evening?

La mæ ta ræ med til Osloooo!

Jeg er hjemme, da. Og snart ferdig med siste eksamen. Takk for meg.

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Isn't It Ironic? pt. 2

So between writing my last post and my journalism class, I randomly met one of the girls from said class and we talked a little and she encouraged me to just write something for the class. So I did parts of the homework and felt a little better going into class. After class, the same girl and another girl from this class were taking the train home together and it's the same train I take so I asked if I could join. "Yes, ma'am," was the response I got. And then they asked if I was okay, the girl from before class had noticed that I wasn't in the best of moods.

We took the train together and at home my American roommate was actually there and not busy with guests so we hung out for a little bit in the kitchen while making and eating food. I guess I was just very deprived of social interaction. I feel better now, but I still miss you guys! (Hello, English. It just happened.)

xoxo

Isn't It Ironic?

Så ironisk. En dame ved siden av meg på undergrunnsbanen sitter og leser om kristendommen og spiser eple.


Så mye for å skrive hver dag. Jeg går gjennom en litt tøff periode nå. Jeg klarer ikke helt gjøre det jeg skal på skolen, en ting er at det er veldig mye på en gang nå - vi er midt i midtermperioden -, en annen grunn er at jeg ikke føler meg tilpass her. Jeg har ingen venner og savner Oslo og situasjonen jeg var i der. Jeg begynte nesten å gråte på subwayen istad på grunn av det.
Jeg trodde at jeg by now i det minste ville fått en omgangskrets jeg hang med litt awkwardly, men jeg har ikke engang det. Føler meg utafor, er lei av å gjøre skolearbeid, jeg vil hjem til dere.


Jeg skreiv de forrige paragrafene på norsk på telefonen, med intensjonen om å oversette til engelsk, fordi jeg ikke ville at epledama skulle skjønne hva jeg skreiv i gjerningsøyeblikket. Men jeg gidder ikke oversette og jeg kopierte heller direkte over og derfor er det noen engelske fraser her og der. (Pluss at jeg forholder meg til amerikansk mer enn norsk for tida og amerikaniserer (whaaat) norsken min litt. æøå.)



Nå drikker jeg Bolthouse Farms' kalde Mocha Cappuccino-drikk og den er sykt god. Jeg har også kjøpt sure Jelly Beans og sjokoladerosiner. Og jeg bestilte to nye par Converse-sko (royal blue og yellow) fra en nettside som har saaaalg, $64 for alt inkl. frakt (vanligvis koster ett par ca. $45). Jeg drukner sorgene i materielle goder.

Jeg sitter på skolen og skal liksom gjøre lekser, men jeg er stuck. Jeg liker ikke faget, jeg liker ikke det jeg har valgt å skrive om, jeg liker ikke det jeg skriver, jeg liker Jelly Beans.

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I want to update more frequently, I want to try to write at least one paragraph every day. More as writing exercises for myself than for your reading pleasure.



I went to The Hungarian Pastry Shop with my roommates yesterday. We went for chocolate souffle which they didn't have and I ended up with a blueberry cheesecake. It was delicious, crusty and creamy and blueberry-y. Earlier that day I had been avoiding doing homework and read my NFT 2011 guidebook instead. I read about a bar close to our apartment. We walked home from the pastry shop and past the bar, but it was closed and the windows were covered with some metal thingy blah blah.