wolfgang, my scriptwriting lecturer, was talking yesterday about this “ideas scrapbook” thing we’ve got due. it’s worth 50% of our grade, so I asked him “how are you going to mark this? it’s so esoteric, you’re going to read mine and not understand what’s going on”, to which he replied “ohhh, don’t you worry rebecca, I have a preeetty good idea of what goes on in that mind of yours”. Then I asked “…what does that mean?”

I’d still like to know what that means.

on a different note, I’m going to see tame impala at the opera house tonight. don’t be jealous, tread boldly right down to the lair.