Roose Bolton’s cold and cunning, aye, but a man can deal with Roose. We’ve all known worse. But this bastard son of his … they say he’s mad and cruel, a monster.
Today was potentially one of the most pivotal days of my life. I sent the revamped plot of the film my professor told me he thinks could go places off to him for feedback. I interviewed for a paid internship with Entertainment Weekly that I’ve wanted desperately for the past four years and now I’m sitting here trying to get my head together to write the sample that could make or break my chances of getting it.
The only thing I’ve eaten today is EZ-Mac and mini donuts. I spent the last ten minutes before the interview pacing my room and singing Bastille in a desperate attempt try to slow my breathing down after total panic set in. I’ve worked so hard and it is literally just this easy to win it or lose it. Just one mediocre fucking day.
I’ve officially reached the point of exhausted candidness where “proud pro-life virgins who spent their high school years perfecting the art of blowjobs because they weren’t allowed to get birth control” feels like an acceptable character description for a school assignment. Here’s hoping that my screenwriting profs are appreciative and amused and not totally off-put.
Sean Bean is the fucking man.
It left out the part where he was defending a female friend from a creep in the fight and how he used a first aid kit to stitch up his own stab wound.
I am like one rough moment away from a breakdown, I just mailed off the application for the job I’ve wanted for four years and everything is just very real right now and I’m terrified but I’m also really proud because my application was beautiful. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to get it but I also know I am going to be so completely devastated if I don’t. It’s gonna be a very long month.