Golden Star.

So I'm back at school. To my messy dorm, three very different roommates, and signs of procrastination already.

But I'm happy. I couldn't stand staring at my brother all day, as i camped out in the living room watching endless hours of TV, while dancing to my ipod with my cat. What? My cats love dancing, or at least they tolerate twirling them around in my arms.

My schedule of course is looking pretty brutal. Two English classes(I'm changing my major), Ochem(dear god i hope i survive), Genetics(I hope i stay awake) and a math class(which i wish was a history class).

I of course have done the "I'm going to study more, do my homework, and study every night before bed"thing...but not wanting to lie to myself I'll just wait out the semester and see what happens.

I'm incredibly tired though, from moving in all my stuff, to buying books, and trying to clean up the mess that was my room yesterday. I'm not even nearly done recycling all the paper that has just been lying around my room. If there is one thing i have to stop doing this semester it would have to be drawing on every last piece of paper that crosses my path.

My doodling has left me with pieces of papers full of faces, houses, butterflies, and flowers.

So today is pretty much a cleaning up day. Trashing all of last years stuff to make way for what is to come...

The golden globes is coming on tonight, and am literally too excited for words.

Forget the Grammys, The Oscar, The Tonys, or the Emmy's. I don't even count such awards as the MTV Video/Movie awards. The only award show i look forward too is the Golden Globes.

Since i began my screenwriting attempts, the golden globes is like the gold at the end of the rainbow.

I usually don't practice award speeches, glamorous stance and wave, or smiles in the mirror...except golden globe time. If i was to ever become a screenwriter, it would be the highlight of my career.

I imagine:

Wearing a beautiful gown, green or cream, vintage, short, sweet and sexy.My hair, falling just under my ear would be simple, so it doesn't take away from my makeup and necklace(DIAMONDS!!!).

I would be nominated for either a adaptation or original screenplay.

I would undoubtedly be the newcomer, the underdog for winning such an award so early into my career. But the odds are in my favor, small indie praise, leading to further attention from critics and media alike has led attention to me. The small girl, just graduating from college has taken Hollywood by storm, and by marketing myself as director, writer, and entrepreneur i have become one of the most watched new comer of the new year.

I would show up with my rumored boyfriend Zach Braff( we met at Sundance, but we're just "friends") or Gavin Degraw(because I'm big on rock stars. Sufjan would never go to the Globes, he doesn't seem like that kind of guy) or Ryan Gosling(because he is awesome) but a good safe bet would just to bring my mother along, because she has never seen BIG STARS before.

I would be humbled by all the faces i see. Tom hanks, will be as nice as everyone says he is. Halle Berry will be as beautiful as everyone says she is. And i will spot Brad Pitt from a distant but i am not as excited to see him.

Inside, i will be to nervous to eat or drink. I will be greeted with people who wish me luck on being nominated and say how much they like my work, and that they are looking forward to what else i have to show.

I will get nervous and like a school girl around Jake Gyllenhaal, Leonardo Dicaprio, and/or Will Smith.

I will remark on how beautiful Kate Winslet is, and how much i love Diane Keaton.

My mom will undoubtedly try to get me to introduce her to Matt Damon, or Johnny Depp.

It would be the most wonderful night in the whole entire world. And if i don't win, i would work hard on my next project so i would be invited back.

But if i did win...I imagine, tears, some rambling, and possibly fainting.

But that's just in my dreams, until then i don't mind watching from my room.

time to clean.