| | I'm really getting tired of all the attention whores on Facebook. I mean, yeah, I use the status updates as well, but usually just to convey my opinions and interesting quotes. But constant status updates are a favorite tool of these people who think the world revolves around them, and that they need attention at all times. As usual, I feel a strong urge to rebel, in this case, by posting a bunch of meaningless non-sequitur statuses. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment   |
| | Maybe it's my fault, I dunno. But I keep trying to open my mind for people. And people keep finding new ways to disappoint me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I think it's funny when a girl will treat me like I'm not good enough for her. Stupid, tragic... but funny. Because, of course, I am good enough for her. I am good enough for anyone. The problem is that I am rarely the flavor of the week for these girls. And of course, these girls have always been below the age of 24, and of course, at that age desires and standards are still changing. So I'm "not good enough" because I don't match her current image of Mister Goodbar... but soon enough, Mister Goodbar won't measure up, either. So if you can find someone who treats you like the flavor of the week, for many many many weeks in a row... that might be worth something. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| This is dedicated to someone who I would be better off not knowing, but unfortunately, I do know her.
Unhappy girl, left all alone
Playing solitaire
Playing warden to your soul
You are locked in a prison
Of your own devise
And you cant believe
What it does to me
To see you
Crying
Unhappy girl
Tear your web away
Saw thru all your bars
Melt your cell today
You are caught in a prison
Of your own devise
Unhappy girl
Fly fast away
Dont miss your chance
To swim in mystery
You are dying in a prison
Of your own devise | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Oy... I'm feeling something that I haven't felt for a long time. And I'm not sure I should be feeling it, not sure that I have sufficient reason to, but hey, that's me. All humans have irrational emotional responses, all to different stimuli, of course. But it's true.
So, now what? I'm supposed to be pulling an all-nighter for the purpose of reading, but instead I find myself doing nothing but thinking. I find that the waiting is the hardest part... as did Tom Petty... the waiting to find out whether what I'm feeling is legitimate, or just an assumption based on a meaningless fluke. Even if I had no reason to stay up tonight, I still doubt I would be able to sleep. It's just one of the quirks of my personality that makes me obsess over things like this. Damn stupid quirk... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | It's sad that some people will never really grow up. They just continue to act like children even throughout their twenties. And the problem is, because they are physiologically adults, they get treated like adults. Even though they're unreasonably immature and throw temper tantrums whenever life doesn't hand them what they want. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Sometimes there's just so much going on in my head that I don't think about what I'm doing. There's one girl who is kind of attractive, but I don't really care for her personality. I hit on her, accidentally, and didn't realize it until afterward. And she didn't seem to mind. And later, I saw a girl I do kind of like. She waved at me. I ignored her, once again, without even thinking about it. And she didn't seem to mind.
I've always had a feeling that girls don't mind being treated like crap... the more girls I get to know, the more I see that it's true. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| That blonde chick who has been anchoring Headline News in the morning... yeah, I wanna do naughty things to her. The knee boots she's wearing today just intensify my desire...
EDIT: LInda Stouffer, I believe her name is... yeahhhhh... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| So, this girl I work with, well, in the next office, actually, is... yeah, she's an idiot. See, we have a golf cart, which we use for delivering mail, and the girl at copy services next door wanted to use our cart to go somewhere... why? Because it was raining, she had to go across campus, and she didn't want to get her hair wet. I swear to God... it makes me want to say some words that I never say.
I will never, ever, be able to respect a girl like that. I would rather have a girl with frizzy hair (or whatever happens to it when it gets wet) than one who is afraid to go out in the rain. Please, girls, if you think the most important thing about you is how your hair looks, then you've got a lot of growing up to do... and perhaps a slap or two from me. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | It's ridiculous that people are actually spreading rumors about casting for the third Batman film, when Chris Nolan hasn't even decided if there's going to be one. Let him get a script before you start misleading people with rumors, you idiots... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| It always amuses me... sadly... when I see a girl who's just broken up with some asshole saying, "I know I can do better." It's funny because they usually just follow their instincts, which lead them right to another similar asshole. Who they will first adore, then grow to dislike, or distrust, and then will break up with, and go right back to the "I can do better" phase.
Instincts are only followed by animals and people who can't control themselves. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Well, that textbook I mentioned earlier came today. And it's in fine shape. The downside is that it's an older edition, so it might not be up on current film technology. The upside is that I saved one hundred and thirty-seven freakin' dollars on one book. So, you decide which is better.
It's amazing to me that my screenplay "God of Chaos" is now 3 years old, and I keep finding new ways to revise it. I never thought there would be so much I could do with it, but it keeps getting better and better each time. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | I just bought a required textbook that retails for $140, and I paid $2.04. Used, of course, on Amazon. If it's in decent shape, I'll be amazed. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| | As cool as my roommates are (okay, one is cool and one is semi-cool), I'm getting sick and tired of hearing the word "dude" every five seconds. Funny how two guys can be so quiet and low-key by themselves, but put them together in a room and suddenly they're as loud and overcompensatingly macho as they can be. The whole macho alpha-male wannabe thing is just so tiring. It's like a caricature of what an actual man should be. It's like when you see something that says "real men wear pink" or "real men love Jesus" (the only two examples I can think of.) But no, NO. A real man doesn't care what other people's definition of a "real man" is. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| See? I can quote emo song lyrics for no reason, too.
So, I happened to see "that ex" on Facebook, and I can tell just from her profile pic that she hasn't learned anything. She's still leaning on men to make her feel good about herself. I think it's interesting that some of us humans try to better ourselves and do productive things, so many others just stumble around like animals, doing only things that feel good. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| There is a downside to this whole hair thing... to me, anyway. The thing is, as long as you have hair, you have to have to way to wear it. You're forced to choose a style. And style is something I don't care for. Lots and lots of people are slaves to fashion; they don't mind looking like an idiot as long as looking like an idiot is "in style." They apparently have no minds of their own, letting someone else decide what they should look like. I'll be damned if some designer or fashion guru is going to dictate how I look. In the book Jurassic Park, Ian Malcolm says that there's nothing quite so pointless as agonizing over what you should wear; he thinks it's a waste of time, and therefore he only ever wears two colors: black and grey, which he finds to be suitable for any occasion. I find I agree with him, to a point, though I do enjoy expressing myself through clothing now and then. If I'm a slave to anything, it's to what I like. I don't know if Hawaiian shirts are in style right now or not, but if I had one here with me, I'd wear it.
Anyway, back to hair. Sometimes I just loathe the fact that I'm forced to style my hair, and the fact is that people do judge you by your style. Not to a huge extent, I'm sure, but there are often certain assumptions brought on by certain hairstyles in both men and women. I don't really want to play that game, and sometimes I just wish I could be done with all the shampooing and combing and, you know, wondering if it looks okay, if it's still the way I want it... ugh. Of course, you can shave it, but people will judge you in a certain way for that as well. So you can't win. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| My boss is from Hawaii, and sometimes he likes to listen to this online radio station of Hawaiian pop/folk music. And hey, I never realized Hawaiian music could be so soothing. Not to mention... some of it is very romantic and even, hey... sexy. There's a song called "Juliette" by a band called Kalapana... it's probably the sexiest song I've ever heard sung by a man. It just makes me want to do lots of naughty things with Elizabeth Mitchell, who plays Juliet on Lost. Not that I didn't want to do naughty things with her anyway...
Something that I always forget about until it happens... it's always a great feeling after I get my hair cut short, and then a few months later I realize that it's starting to get shaggy again. I just love realizing that my hair is suddenly longer than it was a while ago. I'd like to have a ponytail again, but that'll take another six months, at the very least... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Heh. I currently work in the campus mailroom, delivering mail to all of the offices on campus. And my roommate's girlfriend, who is pretty hot, but kind of annoying, works in one of those offices, so I see her at work several days a week. So, when I was away for two weeks working on the summer film, she asked one of my co-workers about me. That's why I'm amused; I think it'd be funny to have a rumor going around that something was going on between me and her. Although her boyfriend, my roommate, is the insanely jealous type, so maybe not.
I dunno, I just like messing with people's heads. Once, when I was working in retail, for example, I would sometimes take my half-hour break and go sit in my car the whole time. And I considered telling people that I went to my car so I could do some kind of drug (I never decided what drug it would be). Just because I didn't care for a lot of the people I worked with, and I didn't care what they thought of me, and... I kind of liked causing trouble with them. Believe it or not. My thinking was that they would accuse me of doing drugs, and I would voluntarily take a drug test, and pass, of course, making them look like a bunch of soulless gossips (which, of course, they were). But I decided not to go through with the drug rumor, which was probably a wise decision. I just annoyed them in more obvious ways.
Funny... around the same time, I dated a girl who thought I was just some spineless nice guy who could never stand up to anyone. The possibility of sex can be a very powerful influence on one's behavior... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I consider myself a filmmaker. Not just because I have made lots of videos on my own (and with the help of my friends), but also because I participate in larger projects. And I am here, in graduate school, because lots of films get made here, and I want experience making real movies. You see, each semester, the school gives our department money to make a decent short film, something that normally takes a week (or in the summer, two weeks) to film. And if you want to be a filmmaker, then you need to work on as many films as you can.
So I go and commit to these films, sign up for a position on the crew and work the entire week, or two weeks, to help get the film made. For the most recent film, I even sacrificed two weeks of paid work. All for the chance to get my name on another film, because my goal is to do that professionally.
SO, naturally, it bothers me when another person, who considers himself a "filmmaker," will show up on set for ONE DAMN DAY of a twelve-day shoot, and expect to be an integral part of the crew. And somehow I'm sure he'll get his name in the credits just like everyone who worked all twelve days, everyone who was actually dedicated to the project. But the fact is that this joker cared so much about the project that during the first week of shooting, he took an arbitrary trip to California, not to do anything productive, but just to hang out for a while. Then he came back, lounged around for a few days, and then decided to show up for the last day of shooting. Because he CARES about being a filmmaker. Yeah, right. And I thought my jokes were bad. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| | It's always interesting, when you realize that you wouldn't mind talking to someone again after two years, and then you realize that person doesn't want to talk to you. Hah. Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but exactly zero percent of what I did was wrong. I am willing to talk to you, though, and that's something. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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