Waiting For Godot - justin_guber

Waiting For Godot

I remember seeing that play sitting on the bookshelf in my GCSE English classroom. 'Waiting for Godot'. Sounds kinda weird. Maybe I'll like it. I asked the teacher what it was about. She seemed impressed that I picked it out, and told me it was about 'absurdism' or something, and warned me that I might not 'get' it.

I read it that night. Two men wait for Godot. For two (or was it three) acts. And Godot never pops up.

I bring that play up, because as of this moment I am waiting in my cubicle for my group head to come out of a discussion so that he may lead me on the path of the wise and effective award winning advertisement route.

And just like that play, my situation at the moment is mind numbingly dull.

I have comic books. I just read New X Men book 4 and Kingdom Come is waiting for me in the dark blue Kinokuniya plastic bag it came in together with my ten dollar voucher for any book in the store that came under the 'War' or 'History' section.

...

Ten dollar voucher for History and War books.

Right.

A guy walks into a store to buy frickin COMIC BOOKS and you give me vouchers for HISTORY books?!

But that's just an aside. I should be doing work, but my deadlines are for thursday. What I'd really like to do is work on the stuff I'm meant to be working on with my group head, but he's in a damn meeting, gawdemmit. I want to go back home, pick up my computer table from my parents house, move it to the Taman Tun house, then go to IKEA, buy a bookcase or two, do up my room to make it kick ass, go out for a drink with a mate then hunt for the new Hives album on pirate.

But I guess that ain't gonna happen now.

Random thought: how'd this blog turn into an actual blog? When I started it, I just wanted it to be a place for me to keep writing, possibly short stories or script ideas or recollections and articles, but now I find myself more and more writing about the events of my life for the benefit of the six or seven people who actually read this fucking thing.

And I wanna go see my girlfriend some point this week. And rehearse. Shit, I've got to transfer the short film onto tape for the MVA's! Shit, shit shit. Premiering next week. Sweet as pie.

Hmh. This is rubbish. The muse has walked out on me and stolen my credit card, leaving me alone and penniless with no ideas whatsoever.

And somewhere in the background, my colleagues record their voices on their macs, making weird grunting noises akin to baboons humping, and we laugh joyously.

3.8.04 13:55

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