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3.31.2007
No way in hell does this warrant a full blog entry, but, fuck you, it's pretty.
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3.31.2007
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Oye, today seemed like the absolute definition of a lazy day. I woke up at noon, took about three naps, and didn't get a single thing done in between. I was going to go take a walk on the beach, but, once I stepped outside the building, I decided to shorten it to a walk around the block. (Truth be told, I stopped at the ATM, hoping that my money had gone through prematurely, so that I could get lunch too... obviously, it didn't, so, I was depressed and didn't want to walk anymore.)
I read through a good chunk of Quentin Tarantino's "Death Proof" -- and though it's written well enough, it's tough for me to say that I'm not a little disappointed in it.
It seems to me like the dude is sucking his own cock a little bit this time around. "Pulp Fiction" blew a lot of minds because it broke a lot of rules and conventions set in film school text books... Such as: "every scene needs to move the plot along in some way" -- Tarantino has Travolta and Jackson sitting in a car, talking about fast food items in Europe, with no point at all. And it works beautifully. In "Death Proof", Big T seems to just be shoving it down our throats. We start off on a group of sex-nuts young woman, going out for a night on the town. They go on for pages and pages about dudes they fucked, dudes they almost fucked, and dudes they want to fuck. They go to a bar, and continue to talk about sex... it's now about forty pages in before the ominous "Stuntman Mike" walks in... and more of the same starts to happen. THEN, something erupts, and it starts to make sense why this will be shown under the title of "Grindhouse" -- TONS of great death and destruction, in a totally fucked up, pulp-ish manner.
...And then we meet a new group of characters, and they start talking about the same fucking thing. For pages, and pages, and pages. After a mega destruction sequence like that one, to slow down right back to the already ridiculous shit we were just seeing was a dumb move, that I didn't appreciate... and I've found myself skipping pages out of boredom. I'm still not finished it with it yet, and I'm going to wait until I see the finished cut of the film to pass judgment, but, so far, I'm not impressed.
Sorry Quentin, I know bullshit when I see it.
I have higher hopes for Rodriguez's "Planet Terror"... hopefully that one won't let me down as much.
So yeah, rent's due tomorrow... We'll see what happens when my landlord finds out that OH YEAH! I CAN'T PAY 'EM! Hopefully my explanation, and promise that they'll get their money on Tuesday will be enough, and I'll get away with a mean look, and a warning to never let it happen again... I mean, I can't imagine what else they're going to do to me, but, we'll find out, I guess.
I have passes to "Disturbia" on Monday night... I don't really want to see it, because it's totally just a "Rear Window" rip-off, but, who knows, I might enjoy it anyway. We'll see it it's worth missing Twenty-Four over.
Two days until I get that cheeseburger.
I read through a good chunk of Quentin Tarantino's "Death Proof" -- and though it's written well enough, it's tough for me to say that I'm not a little disappointed in it.
It seems to me like the dude is sucking his own cock a little bit this time around. "Pulp Fiction" blew a lot of minds because it broke a lot of rules and conventions set in film school text books... Such as: "every scene needs to move the plot along in some way" -- Tarantino has Travolta and Jackson sitting in a car, talking about fast food items in Europe, with no point at all. And it works beautifully. In "Death Proof", Big T seems to just be shoving it down our throats. We start off on a group of sex-nuts young woman, going out for a night on the town. They go on for pages and pages about dudes they fucked, dudes they almost fucked, and dudes they want to fuck. They go to a bar, and continue to talk about sex... it's now about forty pages in before the ominous "Stuntman Mike" walks in... and more of the same starts to happen. THEN, something erupts, and it starts to make sense why this will be shown under the title of "Grindhouse" -- TONS of great death and destruction, in a totally fucked up, pulp-ish manner. ...And then we meet a new group of characters, and they start talking about the same fucking thing. For pages, and pages, and pages. After a mega destruction sequence like that one, to slow down right back to the already ridiculous shit we were just seeing was a dumb move, that I didn't appreciate... and I've found myself skipping pages out of boredom. I'm still not finished it with it yet, and I'm going to wait until I see the finished cut of the film to pass judgment, but, so far, I'm not impressed.
Sorry Quentin, I know bullshit when I see it.
I have higher hopes for Rodriguez's "Planet Terror"... hopefully that one won't let me down as much.
So yeah, rent's due tomorrow... We'll see what happens when my landlord finds out that OH YEAH! I CAN'T PAY 'EM! Hopefully my explanation, and promise that they'll get their money on Tuesday will be enough, and I'll get away with a mean look, and a warning to never let it happen again... I mean, I can't imagine what else they're going to do to me, but, we'll find out, I guess.
I have passes to "Disturbia" on Monday night... I don't really want to see it, because it's totally just a "Rear Window" rip-off, but, who knows, I might enjoy it anyway. We'll see it it's worth missing Twenty-Four over.
Two days until I get that cheeseburger.
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3.29.2007
Yeah, I'm pretty much only half awake at the moment, and I certainly have no business trying to write a sensible blog entry... so, I don't think that I'm going to try to hard. Having done all of my homework at rehearsal last night, I actually didn't have much to do today... so... I've been down here in the common area all night downloading CDs and browsing DDF (a rather underwhelming forum, really. but, I'm kind of desperate at the moment.)
My first ten pages of my Kerouac Days gets workshopped by Aaron tomorrow... and I'm going to get ripped to shit. Because, well, he rips everyone to shit. It's going to be fucking magnified, though, on account of my script sucking balls. Oh well, I'll survive somehow. I kind of want to skip Story Editing, which is after, but, something tells me that I'll end up too lazy to walk home, and will just sit in anyway. It's not like we're going to have to do anything, as it's just going to be Kat commenting on so and so's Story Analysis. Not worth getting the attendance strike for it, I guess. We'll see what happens.
Today, overall, was a good day. I got to sleep in, got my Psycho report done, sat in a good horror class, figured that said "problem" in my previous entry was just me overreacting about stupid shit, downloaded a bitchload of CDs... and I'm going to finish it off with a cup of green tea and a movie.
I decided though that I'm not going to go home for Spring Break. Too much effort to fly for twelve hours for only a week back home... Not worth it, really. So, my parents are going to give me a few hundred bucks that would have gone towards my plane ticket to let me do whatever up here. My mom said it was to "see Vancouver", however, I chose to hear, "lobster dinner". Don't judge, food is the only thing on my mind lately.
Which reminds me, I have this insane craving for hard boiled eggs at the moment... maybe it's because Easter is coming up? Oh well, less than a week to go until I'm back in the money. Oh shit, who's excited? Me!
I'm in the mood to write a short story-- of course, I don't have an idea for one... but, I'm probably going to try to dent one out this weekend. Aside from these blog entries, I haven't really done much writing for myself-- because I'm usually too sick of my keyboard by the end of the week. Well, I've got a pretty lax couple of days ahead, so, why the fuck not? Maybe I'll finally get around to doing the third "Anti" installment.
Oh, I also got hooked up with the screenplays of "Planet Terror" and "Death Proof", of the Tarantino/Rodriguez double feature "Grindhouse". I'll also be reading those this weekend.
Okay, this acoustic version of "Jagged Little Pill" is makin' me sleepy. Methinks it's time for bed now, after "G-Sides" finishes downloading.
My first ten pages of my Kerouac Days gets workshopped by Aaron tomorrow... and I'm going to get ripped to shit. Because, well, he rips everyone to shit. It's going to be fucking magnified, though, on account of my script sucking balls. Oh well, I'll survive somehow. I kind of want to skip Story Editing, which is after, but, something tells me that I'll end up too lazy to walk home, and will just sit in anyway. It's not like we're going to have to do anything, as it's just going to be Kat commenting on so and so's Story Analysis. Not worth getting the attendance strike for it, I guess. We'll see what happens.
Today, overall, was a good day. I got to sleep in, got my Psycho report done, sat in a good horror class, figured that said "problem" in my previous entry was just me overreacting about stupid shit, downloaded a bitchload of CDs... and I'm going to finish it off with a cup of green tea and a movie.
I decided though that I'm not going to go home for Spring Break. Too much effort to fly for twelve hours for only a week back home... Not worth it, really. So, my parents are going to give me a few hundred bucks that would have gone towards my plane ticket to let me do whatever up here. My mom said it was to "see Vancouver", however, I chose to hear, "lobster dinner". Don't judge, food is the only thing on my mind lately.
Which reminds me, I have this insane craving for hard boiled eggs at the moment... maybe it's because Easter is coming up? Oh well, less than a week to go until I'm back in the money. Oh shit, who's excited? Me!
I'm in the mood to write a short story-- of course, I don't have an idea for one... but, I'm probably going to try to dent one out this weekend. Aside from these blog entries, I haven't really done much writing for myself-- because I'm usually too sick of my keyboard by the end of the week. Well, I've got a pretty lax couple of days ahead, so, why the fuck not? Maybe I'll finally get around to doing the third "Anti" installment.
Oh, I also got hooked up with the screenplays of "Planet Terror" and "Death Proof", of the Tarantino/Rodriguez double feature "Grindhouse". I'll also be reading those this weekend.
Okay, this acoustic version of "Jagged Little Pill" is makin' me sleepy. Methinks it's time for bed now, after "G-Sides" finishes downloading.
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Yeah, I've kind of been lacking anything remotely interesting to talk about lately. Not having any money has lead to me not going out much, which has lead to not really much happening. For the few weeks or so, I've pretty much just been curled up on my couch, watching movies and listening to music, sit on AIM and complain to people about how hungry I am. Speaking of which, less than a week until my money goes through. I'm so fucking excited, it nearly hurts. Oh wait, that's just my stomach. Zach lent me a couple bucks to stock up on some food while I the countdown to my money takes place-- which I totally appreciated. So, I've got enough ramen to last me awhile... but, I swear to Christ, once that money goes through, I'm never touching that shit again. I remember saying once that I could NEVER get sick of instant noodles, and that I could LIVE off of that shit. Man, that's biting me in the ass right now. It's to the point where I can't get it past my lips anymore, let alone down my throat. Eating them plain, however, helps... as long as their fucking doused in salt.
Tuesday, right after school, I'm marching down to Two Parrots on Granville and getting a fucking gigantic bacon cheeseburger. It's going to be beautiful. After that, I'm going to make some hard boiled eggs... why? Because I'm craving them for some really weird reason.
With some strange stroke of luck, I have nearly all of the next week off. I do have a full day on Tuesday, but, after that, I'm pretty much smooth sailing. I think I might even go so far as to skip TV Rewrites and get my food. Oh, the possibilities.
So, I was at rehearsal for the sketch show tonight. It's coming together pretty well, I think, and is looking much better than the last time I sat in. Alison's sketch drags on quite a bit (...which is sad, because our table reads of it last term had the entire class in stitches).. but, after that, all of the other ones are pretty damn entertaining. Mine doesn't look to bad, but it also seems to drag a little bit. Thomas' "Terror" and Josh's "Jesus Rock" are god damn fucking gold, though-- I can't wait to see how the audiences react to those ones.
I'm kind of missing being on stage at the moment... It's true that I'm, by no stretch of the imagination, an actor-- but still, the Sheehan plays were so much fun, and I'd love to just onefuckingmore. Oh well. Speaking of Sheehan, though, I heard from Sam that there's some chaos surrounding "The King and I"... Anyone want to shed some light on that situation for me? I wish I could go see it, but, being a few bajillion miles away, and in a different country, is kind of going to make it difficult. Someone should tape it for me, eh?
I'm supposed to be doing a report on the 'Psycho' screenplay... a really short report at that, for Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Horror class tomorrow, but, of course, that's not going to get done tonight. I don't have class until one, though, which means that I can get up early enough to dent it out then. It only has to be two pages, with a brief biography of Alfred Hitchcock, a summary or critique of the script, and a comparison to another slasher film (I'm doing 'Friday the 13th'.) Sure, I don't want to write the damn thing at all, but, it's fucking LEAGUES better than having to do an oral presentation, like Meadows is having his victims do. I don't think I could stand up there for twenty minutes and talk about some element in a movie that I've seen a million times and yet never picked up on... as I've proved in my presentations in previous terms.
I'm tired, and feeling kind of frustrated and emo about a certain situation. It shouldn't be a big deal, but, it feels like I might be losing a certain something, and I don't have any control over it.
...but, I don't want to ramble on about that, and I know for a fact that you don't want to read about it. So, I'm going to stop right there. Oh, check out the shit I threw in the sidebar... it would look better if I had a three column layout, but, I tried for like, an hour, and couldn't get it to work. Go me and my vast technical knowledge of all things computer-y. (Adding to that, something screwy is going on with my sound, and I can't hear anything... though sound is coming out, because when I plug in my speakers and turn it max volume, you can hear it very faintly. I don't know what's up with it, or what to do about it. This has happened once before, and it just fixed itself a day or so later... I hope it does the same, because I'm not sure how the hell I'm going to survive without watching my movies and TV shows and shit. On the plus side, though, I stopped getting that damn "corrupt file" error message every damn couple of seconds. After running Chkdsk at start up, instead of randomly, it deleted the fucked up file entirely. Excellentness.)
Okay, I need to get the fuck to bed already.
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3.26.2007
I've always been so damn bad at time management, it's not even funny. Even up here, where I've been doing monuments better in school than I usually do, I'm always waiting until the last minute to start my work, doing anything I can to procrastinate. Well, I've got to write ten to fifteen pages of my 'Kerouac Days' rewrite for tomorrow, as well as re-write my port short 'Noon', and read Justin and Max's TV spec episodes. Last night, I had my day all planned out so that I would get all this junk done in a timely fashion, leaving me plenty of room to do all kinds of other shit today.
...And of course, I haven't even started the work yet. (Well, that's a lie, I have a PAGE done of my rewrite.) Really, it's just the rewrite that's bugging me, though. Everything else will take a half hour, maybe. (I'm probably going to end up reading one of the specs tomorrow at lunch, anyway.)
So, of course, I'm writing a damn entry instead of doing any work. Go me. I'm so fucking awesome.
My computer is pissing the hell out of me, what else is new? Every couple of minutes, sometimes seconds, I get a notification that some AOL software file is corrupt and unreadable... Why it feels the need to tell me this, especially when I don't have any AOL software currently installed on my computer, I have no idea. Considering that I'm having no trouble with the computer, aside from his notification, I can't figure out what the fuck the urgency about it could be. The notification tells me to run the Chkdsk utility, which I have several times, and it's done nothing. God damn it, I fucking hate technology. If anyone knows what the fuck is up with this shit, for God sakes, help me. (Yesterday, I uninstalled AIM 6.0, and the notifications stopped for the rest of the night, but when I booted up this morning, they were back.)
After a brief hiatus, I'm back into Digimon Savers again. The series just finished airing in Japan at 48 or so episodes, so, it shouldn't take me very long to catch up. The direct downloads are going extremely fucking slow now, so, I've resorted to streaming them off of YouTube, which isn't so bad, if it weren't for the terrible quality of the videos. Oh well.
New episode of 24 tonight. I'm just hoping that it'll keep the pace of last week's episode... because everything else has been slipping quite a bit thus far. We'll see what happens.
Gah, I'm rambling, and nothing I write makes any fucking sense. I still have no money, and I'm still so fucking hungry. Hopefully I'll be able to pawn off a couple of DVDs tomorrow, and stock up on some food.
...I'm still not sure what I'm going to tell my landlord about my rent, though.
...And of course, I haven't even started the work yet. (Well, that's a lie, I have a PAGE done of my rewrite.) Really, it's just the rewrite that's bugging me, though. Everything else will take a half hour, maybe. (I'm probably going to end up reading one of the specs tomorrow at lunch, anyway.)
So, of course, I'm writing a damn entry instead of doing any work. Go me. I'm so fucking awesome.
My computer is pissing the hell out of me, what else is new? Every couple of minutes, sometimes seconds, I get a notification that some AOL software file is corrupt and unreadable... Why it feels the need to tell me this, especially when I don't have any AOL software currently installed on my computer, I have no idea. Considering that I'm having no trouble with the computer, aside from his notification, I can't figure out what the fuck the urgency about it could be. The notification tells me to run the Chkdsk utility, which I have several times, and it's done nothing. God damn it, I fucking hate technology. If anyone knows what the fuck is up with this shit, for God sakes, help me. (Yesterday, I uninstalled AIM 6.0, and the notifications stopped for the rest of the night, but when I booted up this morning, they were back.)
After a brief hiatus, I'm back into Digimon Savers again. The series just finished airing in Japan at 48 or so episodes, so, it shouldn't take me very long to catch up. The direct downloads are going extremely fucking slow now, so, I've resorted to streaming them off of YouTube, which isn't so bad, if it weren't for the terrible quality of the videos. Oh well.
New episode of 24 tonight. I'm just hoping that it'll keep the pace of last week's episode... because everything else has been slipping quite a bit thus far. We'll see what happens.
Gah, I'm rambling, and nothing I write makes any fucking sense. I still have no money, and I'm still so fucking hungry. Hopefully I'll be able to pawn off a couple of DVDs tomorrow, and stock up on some food.
...I'm still not sure what I'm going to tell my landlord about my rent, though.
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3.20.2007
I'm too tired to post anything incredibly relevant at the moment, or anything... but, I have some time to kill before I go and hit the sack, so what the fuck. Might as well throw another entry on this sucker.
Had to get up at eight this morning to go to Wade's "Writer Actor Lab", where basically a bunch of his actor friends read a port short of my choice and gave their criticism of it. I was pretty happy with the one I had them read, "Cubed"... until they read it. I got ripped apart pretty bad, and I realized how bad the script really was. I did the rewrite an hour or so ago, and I THINK I'm happy with it... even though it's probably not quite where it's supposed to be yet. Oh well, we'll see what happens tomorrow when it gets workshopped in class.
On that same note, 'Kerouac Days' needs a page one rewrite. After my most recent workshop, it was pointed out to me just how bad the script REALLY is. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, exactly... but, I'm going to have to make some really major changes. For example, I'm highly considering cutting Charlie out of the picture entirely, as well as bring in an altered version of Katie (...who's possibly going to be Dillon's girlfriend, rather than Gabe's.) I might throw a different version of Audrey in there to replace Katie... one who is slightly less bitchy, and has no relation to Kennedy. I don't know yet, we'll see what happens with it. The other MAJOR fucking change that I'm going to make without a shadow of a doubt is Dillon and Gabe's ownership of "Indies". They're just going to work there. I think that it's slightly more realistic, and it'll work better for both characters. My page rewrites aren't due for a little while, I think... So, we'll see what happens with it.
Still haven't cleaned my apartment up yet. I have Wednesday off, so, maybe I'll do it then. Who knows.
It's one o'clock, and I have school tomorrow morning, which means I'm off to bed.
Had to get up at eight this morning to go to Wade's "Writer Actor Lab", where basically a bunch of his actor friends read a port short of my choice and gave their criticism of it. I was pretty happy with the one I had them read, "Cubed"... until they read it. I got ripped apart pretty bad, and I realized how bad the script really was. I did the rewrite an hour or so ago, and I THINK I'm happy with it... even though it's probably not quite where it's supposed to be yet. Oh well, we'll see what happens tomorrow when it gets workshopped in class.
On that same note, 'Kerouac Days' needs a page one rewrite. After my most recent workshop, it was pointed out to me just how bad the script REALLY is. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, exactly... but, I'm going to have to make some really major changes. For example, I'm highly considering cutting Charlie out of the picture entirely, as well as bring in an altered version of Katie (...who's possibly going to be Dillon's girlfriend, rather than Gabe's.) I might throw a different version of Audrey in there to replace Katie... one who is slightly less bitchy, and has no relation to Kennedy. I don't know yet, we'll see what happens with it. The other MAJOR fucking change that I'm going to make without a shadow of a doubt is Dillon and Gabe's ownership of "Indies". They're just going to work there. I think that it's slightly more realistic, and it'll work better for both characters. My page rewrites aren't due for a little while, I think... So, we'll see what happens with it.
Still haven't cleaned my apartment up yet. I have Wednesday off, so, maybe I'll do it then. Who knows.
It's one o'clock, and I have school tomorrow morning, which means I'm off to bed.
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3.18.2007
Okay gentlemen-- yes, I'm looking at you, it's about time for a much needed lesson in common sense. Seriously guys, a few of you out there are making me ashamed to say that I have a penis-- so buck the fuck up, it's time to start god damn flying right. Now, I'm obviously not the most macho male on the face of the planet, and I have no desire to be-- but, that's not even close to what I'm talking about. I'm not saying that you have to rid yourself of your guilty pleasure chick flicks (..ahem), stop listening to your guilty pleasure chick music (...ahem again), or stop wearing your sister's panties to school (...I'm not the only one who does that, right?)... I'm talking about the basics here. I'm talking about not being a fucking retard on the myspace machine thinger. Because, seriously, a few of you are starting to drive me nuts.
First and foremost, the "I Would Do This For My Girlfriend" chain? Stop reposting it. I fucking beg of you. You're only passing it on, hoping that the chick you like will see it-- think you're oh so sensitive, and immediately let you stick your dick in her. Sorry, it doesn't work like that, and it clogs up my bulletin space in the process, pushing down the possibly interesting shit. Besides, we all know that once you DO woo the chick of your dreams, you're not going to do any of that shit anyway... you know, because you're SANE. So why bother saying that you would? Eh?
Those "Girlfriend Applications" have to go to. The broad you dig isn't going to take this as the golden opportunity to spill out her true feelings for you-- so stop fucking hoping. And stop making my eyes bleed with this bullshit.
I know that when you DO finally get the chick you like to see past your bullshit, you get all excited, and want to tell the world about it-- That still doesn't make it necessary for you to put up a default picture of you and your other half making out. It's fake. It's posed. It's fucking stupid. Whoever the hell started this trend needs to be shot in the fucking face. Right now. (I have a theory that half of you WANT to be dating JUST for these fucking pictures. Kill yourselves.)
And now for the big one-- It's time to face the fact that hot, barely dressed chicks DO NOT browse the Myspace directories for high school kids to fuck. It doesn't happen. It's a myth. Get over it. So, when you're Friend Requests box becomes filled with one of these:
Deny it and move on, because it's not a real chick. She wasn't interested in your profile. She doesn't want to fuck you. She's a dude advertising their porn site. Face it. Your default picture isn't that enticing to the opposite sex... and they don't really want to get to know you. You're ugly. Just like me. Just like the rest of us.
However, if you really want to amuse yourself for a couple of minutes, take a look at these "girls'" profiles, and the comments that fellow retarded males leave. I swear. You'll laugh your ass off at their stupidity. I've got a couple of highlights here from the twelve requests I've received today. (...Anyone getting a lot more than usual lately? Or is mine just attracting more spam for some reason?)
This mongoloid steroid monkey's profile page is a gem in itself. And is worth a look if you get a spare minute or two. Sadly, he probably does manage to pick up chicks with lines like "nice rack"... but, having your abs as a default picture speaks volumes about one's personality. Funny thing is, if this kid can even fucking read, I highly doubt he's ever been able to get through the entire twenty-two pages of a comic book. I wonder, then, what gave him the inspiration to debaucheries the name of the Man of Steel? One of life's great mysteries, I assume.
I'm sure that she'll get right on that, Dave =)
However, if you really want to amuse yourself for a couple of minutes, take a look at these "girls'" profiles, and the comments that fellow retarded males leave. I swear. You'll laugh your ass off at their stupidity. I've got a couple of highlights here from the twelve requests I've received today. (...Anyone getting a lot more than usual lately? Or is mine just attracting more spam for some reason?)
This mongoloid steroid monkey's profile page is a gem in itself. And is worth a look if you get a spare minute or two. Sadly, he probably does manage to pick up chicks with lines like "nice rack"... but, having your abs as a default picture speaks volumes about one's personality. Funny thing is, if this kid can even fucking read, I highly doubt he's ever been able to get through the entire twenty-two pages of a comic book. I wonder, then, what gave him the inspiration to debaucheries the name of the Man of Steel? One of life's great mysteries, I assume.
I'm sure that she'll get right on that, Dave =)
Am I wrong? Do chicks really find this stuff flattering? I mean, I'm sure the advertising agent of whatever porn site is in question here does... but real chicks? Have I been going about dating the wrong way? Is this really how it works? ...I need to find me some glitter graphics, then. Also, if this guy's page doesn't make your computer crash, you need to tell me where you bought yours. Because I'm jealous. I was GOING to use this one as the "really creepy guy" example... but then I found...
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Someone check the sex offender registry. This mother fucker has GOT to be on it. If that doesn't DEFINE "creepy old man", I have no idea what does. If you really need a laugh... or just need a self esteem boost... go check out some of the comments he's left on other people's spaces. He has discourses with some of the porn spaces, tryin' to mack on them. Poor guy is probably just lonely, but, regardless- I'm keeping tabs on him. Something tells me that he's going to be fucking comic GOLD when I'm running out of material to post on.
Well, class, that's all for today. Seriously, gentlemen. Grow the fuck up.
Well, class, that's all for today. Seriously, gentlemen. Grow the fuck up.
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Yeah, Australia is my new favorite country. In the world. No questions asked.
Okay, so, I don't know about all that, but, I do know that there is this Australian waitress at the cafe Zach and I were at tonight, and holy shit, she was hot. Sure, even if I were in her age range, I'd still be too ugly and too awkward-- but, fuck you, I can dream, okay? Oh man, this woman was unbelievable.
Zach and I decided to go get food pretty late into the night... considering neither of us had actually done anything interesting all day... (though I DID have a 'Serenity' and 'Return of the Jedi' double feature. That counts as a good day in my book.) We met on Robson twenty minutes later, and soon came to the conclusion that we weren't going to get into any place that served alcohol without a fight. Come on, it's St. Patrick's Day, and these Canadians love their fucking drinking holidays. Luckily, we found this near-empty joint on Granville, and all was well.
We had a pretty typical conversation, you know, bitching about class mates, drunks, chick problems, not-so chick problems, exes, not-so exes, male insecurities, and the like-- every once and awhile being interrupted by the oh em eff gee crazy hot Australian waitress. Seriously, it's to the point where we're looking to find her work schedule, so we would know when to come back. God, I'm fucking creepy.
Obviously, I would never have a chance with a hot Australian waitress, but, at least now I know where I'm getting my coffee.
I'm still trying to work out a system for updating my Myspace page, for when I have new entries up... one that isn't so tedious and annoying. Though I always like how they look in the end, it's tedious collecting all those URLs, finding pictures, and making those damn 50x50 icons. For now, I think I'm only going to feature bigger entries... and little snippets like this will probably just go unnoticed. I don't know why I'm humoring myself into thinking that anyone really cares, but, leave me alone.
Okay, well, I just scarfed down a TV dinner, and watched about half of Moulin Rouge... and I think it's about time to hit the sack. I'm pretty much ready to have NOTHING happen tomorrow, either. I might do some homework, though, or something. Or I'll clean the Hole up. I don't know yet. In reality, I'll probably just end up sitting here in the corner of the Hole, eating ice cream, wishing that I had some Myspace comments.
Oh, woe is me.
Okay, so, I don't know about all that, but, I do know that there is this Australian waitress at the cafe Zach and I were at tonight, and holy shit, she was hot. Sure, even if I were in her age range, I'd still be too ugly and too awkward-- but, fuck you, I can dream, okay? Oh man, this woman was unbelievable.
Zach and I decided to go get food pretty late into the night... considering neither of us had actually done anything interesting all day... (though I DID have a 'Serenity' and 'Return of the Jedi' double feature. That counts as a good day in my book.) We met on Robson twenty minutes later, and soon came to the conclusion that we weren't going to get into any place that served alcohol without a fight. Come on, it's St. Patrick's Day, and these Canadians love their fucking drinking holidays. Luckily, we found this near-empty joint on Granville, and all was well.
We had a pretty typical conversation, you know, bitching about class mates, drunks, chick problems, not-so chick problems, exes, not-so exes, male insecurities, and the like-- every once and awhile being interrupted by the oh em eff gee crazy hot Australian waitress. Seriously, it's to the point where we're looking to find her work schedule, so we would know when to come back. God, I'm fucking creepy.
Obviously, I would never have a chance with a hot Australian waitress, but, at least now I know where I'm getting my coffee.
I'm still trying to work out a system for updating my Myspace page, for when I have new entries up... one that isn't so tedious and annoying. Though I always like how they look in the end, it's tedious collecting all those URLs, finding pictures, and making those damn 50x50 icons. For now, I think I'm only going to feature bigger entries... and little snippets like this will probably just go unnoticed. I don't know why I'm humoring myself into thinking that anyone really cares, but, leave me alone.
Okay, well, I just scarfed down a TV dinner, and watched about half of Moulin Rouge... and I think it's about time to hit the sack. I'm pretty much ready to have NOTHING happen tomorrow, either. I might do some homework, though, or something. Or I'll clean the Hole up. I don't know yet. In reality, I'll probably just end up sitting here in the corner of the Hole, eating ice cream, wishing that I had some Myspace comments.
Oh, woe is me.
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3.17.2007
What? What's going on? Why has Brian moved to another fucking blog? Well, there's two main reasons, I think. One, I'm bored. I'm bored of how my Myspace blog looks, what it allows (see: doesn't) me to do, and all that other stuff that has me growing sick of it. Never fear, however, my (two) myspace readers can still comment, and I'll still be using my profile page as a threshold to my latest entries (...though I'm only going to be featuring my LATEST entry, rather than my last five, it'll just make it easier on myself. I'm not sure anyone's really going to miss it, or anything.) The second reason is because this has more accessibility. The URL is easier to give to people-- and, more importantly, I can get some notes from friends who are still too cool for Myspace. I can't tell you how annoying it is to start telling someone a story, only to have them stop me and say: "Oh yeah, I read that in your blog." AGAHGA. Another little reason is that my Myspace is breaking the terms of service, because my layout is blocking the banner advertisements.. so, if the Myspace staff catches me, kablooey, everything is gone.
So, cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. I don't know if this is going to be permanent, but, for the moment, I like it.
So yeah, moving right along. I've got a pretty tame weekend going on right now... Sure, I've got glistens of homework sprouting up during the week, but, it's really nothing major. The most that I've got to do is a second draft of my port shorts, and do some notes on other peoples TV Specs. Considering that I have Wednesday off this week, nothing else is going to be a real problem at all. Compared to last weekend, this is going to be a fucking walk in the park. Hopefully it'll last.
My Grandparents sent me a card for St. Patrick's Day (...I never thought St. Patty's was a card giving holiday, but, hey, no complaints) ...They stuffed twenty-five in there, which was freakin' excellent, because I'm completely out of money for the next week or so, and hadn't had anything to eat for the past two days. Since the twenty-five exchanged for thirty in Canadian dollars, I was able to run off to the grocery store and stock up cheap food: like, ramen noodles, hot pockets, chicken pot pies... Against my better judgment, I also bought an apple pie... no regrets though, because it made a hell of a breakfast this morning.
I went to go sell some of my DVDs at Charlie's... but, they have some bozo policy that they can't buy from anyone under the age of nineteen. What kind of fucked up country is this!? Oh well, Justin wants to buy Lost off of me, and maybe Arrested Development... and then maybe I can nag someone into going in and pawning the rest off for me. But, honestly though, thats the dumbest rule I've ever heard. Sure, I was old enough to BUY the fucking DVDs... but I can't sell them? Seriously.
So, the sketch shows coming up, "Heaven" and "Hell", have been going through the rehearsal process. It's been, at the very least, an interesting experience. Though some of the actors COMPLETELY lack comic timing, there are some really talented ones mixed in there as well. The real head spinner, however, is having Morgizzle direct the stuff while you, the writer, is in the room. There are points where you just want to stand up and say: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, WOMAN!? ...Buuut, just like in the industry, our opinions are worthless, and will barely be considered, if listened to at all. It's not bad, though. Like I said, interesting experience.
I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do tonight. It's almost five o'clock, and I'm still in my pajamas. I was going to clean this shit hole up today, but, because of my laziness, that didn't happen. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow, but, if not, definitely Monday. I have to get up early anyway because of Writer/Actor lab. Nine thirty. Ugh.
Pizza sounds good right now. But, I only have two dollars left from that thirty. Oh well, that's still good enough for a slice.
So, cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. I don't know if this is going to be permanent, but, for the moment, I like it.
So yeah, moving right along. I've got a pretty tame weekend going on right now... Sure, I've got glistens of homework sprouting up during the week, but, it's really nothing major. The most that I've got to do is a second draft of my port shorts, and do some notes on other peoples TV Specs. Considering that I have Wednesday off this week, nothing else is going to be a real problem at all. Compared to last weekend, this is going to be a fucking walk in the park. Hopefully it'll last.
My Grandparents sent me a card for St. Patrick's Day (...I never thought St. Patty's was a card giving holiday, but, hey, no complaints) ...They stuffed twenty-five in there, which was freakin' excellent, because I'm completely out of money for the next week or so, and hadn't had anything to eat for the past two days. Since the twenty-five exchanged for thirty in Canadian dollars, I was able to run off to the grocery store and stock up cheap food: like, ramen noodles, hot pockets, chicken pot pies... Against my better judgment, I also bought an apple pie... no regrets though, because it made a hell of a breakfast this morning.
I went to go sell some of my DVDs at Charlie's... but, they have some bozo policy that they can't buy from anyone under the age of nineteen. What kind of fucked up country is this!? Oh well, Justin wants to buy Lost off of me, and maybe Arrested Development... and then maybe I can nag someone into going in and pawning the rest off for me. But, honestly though, thats the dumbest rule I've ever heard. Sure, I was old enough to BUY the fucking DVDs... but I can't sell them? Seriously.
So, the sketch shows coming up, "Heaven" and "Hell", have been going through the rehearsal process. It's been, at the very least, an interesting experience. Though some of the actors COMPLETELY lack comic timing, there are some really talented ones mixed in there as well. The real head spinner, however, is having Morgizzle direct the stuff while you, the writer, is in the room. There are points where you just want to stand up and say: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING, WOMAN!? ...Buuut, just like in the industry, our opinions are worthless, and will barely be considered, if listened to at all. It's not bad, though. Like I said, interesting experience.
I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do tonight. It's almost five o'clock, and I'm still in my pajamas. I was going to clean this shit hole up today, but, because of my laziness, that didn't happen. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow, but, if not, definitely Monday. I have to get up early anyway because of Writer/Actor lab. Nine thirty. Ugh.
Pizza sounds good right now. But, I only have two dollars left from that thirty. Oh well, that's still good enough for a slice.
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