  Bit of lag in the blog...a weekend of SXSW, and then a early-week trip to the seafaring town of Matagorda Bay, where internet is as common as beach hotties.
A lot of sun, a lot of jumping in the water, and a great appriciation for alone time. I don't mind roommates at all, but the five-way decision process and subsequent grabass that accompanies renting a beach house from a jackass named Bob helps to establish how great it is to set your own schedule. I wonder if I really am older, or if I've always been this way. I was the first one in the water each day, and often the last one to want to stop the beach games and funsies had.
But I found myself increasingly annoyed with the younger member of the group's antics. Much of it reminded me of a band trip to Mountain Home I took in January 1997, where Bonnie and I got into it quite a bit because she decided she wanted to call me an asshole and just go after me without provocation. Only difference is that she was 15 at the time, and I was a 17 year old full of jealous rage. Here I'm 24 and have no connection to this chick, except she's dating one of my best friends.
But I tired of the bullshit quickly. And I'm supposed to go to Lafayette tomorrow to see the Rubel/Broussard wedding, a wedding of two people I enjoyed in college, and it should be a good Centenary reunion, and one I should probably hit, considering I don't know how often I will be in the south again come August. But a lot of me is trying to figure out how I can get out of it. I've got work to do...papers to grade and a screenplay to write.
I don't want to divulge 12 hours of car time for 24 hours of time in Lafayette. And I wasn't invited to the wedding, which isn't such a big deal considering how these joint Centenary matches work (the more the merrier), but I still feel obligated to go now that I'm supposedly the driver for Corey and Bryce. They can take Corey's truck, which would work, and I'd get my time here. But I wouldn't do shit with it except play grabass and get a little bit of work done.
I don't know where the bitching is coming from. Had a great morning, got some good sleep (though cats seem to enjoy late-night coitus outside my room), and had a nice walk from my old neighborhood to JP's Java, where I got some good writing done and am back on track for Act II of my screenplay. The writing feels good...I'd lie to say I wasn't worried about the future and how I'm going to make money and where I'm going to live, but it honestly shouldn't matter as long as I keep writing. The trip to Matagorda gave me more ideas than I've had in ages...right now I've got four feature script ideas kicking, several shorts I had forgotten that I'd like to revisit, and four documentaries I'd love to shoot.
I'm 24...this is a process. Get some work done, write some treatments, and try to get some grant money maybe. The weather is great. Warm. I should be outside. I think I will be, actually. 
