Where to begin

Where to begin

:: 2008 17 February :: 8.37pm

the one time i forget to copy my text before i submit, is always the time the whole entry gets deleted.

anyway, kevin:

dad's getting a band together. i want you to come try out. i will get you more information as soon as it's available. even if it's only for the summer, it'd still be fun.

also, i'm going to try applying for my passport this week. wish me luck.

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spud	:: 2008 16 February :: 7.09am i should probably go to bed soon. it's been a busy day. leave a comment

rayray

:: 2008 14 February :: 6.13pm

So I just received this very awkward and creepy message on myspace that I thought I would share with you!

I'm Joel, 5'11', very fit with exceptional blue eyes. I own a law firm and enjoy helping the public. From your profile it is obvious that you have an electric personality, that you have a big heart and that you are intelligent. I love traveling, shopping, cooking, music, movies, working out and the outdoors. What do you do for fun? Where would you most like to visit? Do you agree with me that any relationship is based on friendship, communication and honesty? Australia is one of my favorite destinations. You look amazing and I look forward to hearing from you. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I don't have a photo posted because my firm advertises on TV. I'm 5'11' and work out daily. When you tire of meeting losers at the bar give me a ring. I have never been married and have no children. I'm 36 and reside in lansing and Bloomfield Hills. Chivalry is my middle name and I am moving to your area very soon. I have a villa in Palm Beach so if you love the sun let me know. You can reach me at 517-449-5723.

There was no friend request, just a message..

And when I viewed his profile, there's nothing on it. No friends other than Tom, no pictures, or info.

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spud

:: 2008 13 February :: 12.33am
:: Music: the little river band

reminiscing

you know... not much has changed, in me anyway. i like to think that i've grown or improved in some way. but i haven't, really.

gangles was on american idol tonight, doing the same thing he's always done. granted, he was essentially booed off the stage. and i knew when i saw him drumming in the intro stuff that it wouldn't end well. i think he would have been much more successful with guitar. and honestly, i wished he would have gone on. which is probably sad.

but it got me wondering... why isn't some podunk town somewhere in an uproar because I'M on national television, making an ass of myself? why isn't it me out there, doing what i love to do? and i came to the conclusion that it's the very same reason that mike chose gangles instead of me. the same reason i was always overshadowed by him in the talent show.

because i'm not a dickweed. i wish i were, but the fact remains that i am not, and i haven't been in a long long time. there was a time when i was. and i enjoyed the privileges it afforded me - just as he enjoys the privileges it affords him. but ultimately, i made a choice growing up that i wouldn't be a dickweed; that i actually wanted a few close friends who liked me, instead of many distant acquaintances who liked me and close friends i pushed away.

but lately, i've been becoming more of a dickweed again. i've begun pushing away many of those close friends, and attracting a handful of distant acquaintances. however, this time the switch wasn't really a conscious choice. sure, i've always been jealous of the dickweeds in my life, since they got to do more and be more, and i just sat there and let them. but i don't think it's worth it to me to give up my close friends, just so i can do more and be more. i'd rather have them and live in squalor, than become big and have nobody there.

even still, i find myself continuing down the path to dickweed-dom. how do i stop it? can i stop it? do i want to stop it? i don't know. maybe. yes.

but i still have no idea where that puts me, or what the next thing i have to do to change it might be.

but hey, i did dishes tonight, worked on my fafsa, did some networking business for my school projects, and watched some T.V. so what am i complaining about? i can pretend to be a big rock star later. for now i'll just be the poor college student i'm supposed to be, and find some way to assimilate and be a happy part of the machine.

"shyah, right, and monkeys might fly out of my butt!"

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spud

:: 2008 11 February :: 5.33pm

well, i got my script done. it's shitty. the dialogue is bad. i'm pretty sure it's formatted incorrectly. which is honestly no fault of mine, since he gave us a bunch of different examples, each of which was ambiguous, and different from the next. but at least it's done.

i'm pretty sure he's a terrible professor. good guy, knows a lot about film, but terrible at teaching. which is unfortunate.

here you go:

FADE IN:

INT – OFFICE – DAY

The office is brightly lit, but dark furnishings and wall coverings are ominous still. PHIL – the boss - sits, lost in thought examining paperwork, in a very imposing chair behind a large oak desk, with a large window behind showing the side of a neighboring skyscraper.

There is a KNOCK at the door.

PHIL
Come in.

JOHN enters, not timidly, but cautiously.

JOHN
You wanted to see me, sir?

PHIL
Yes, please sit down. I'll be with you in a moment.

JOHN obeys and sits in front of the desk, looking around the room, absently fidgeting with his clothes. PHIL continues to be absorbed in paperwork

PHIL (CONT'D)
Sorry to keep you waiting, but I really needed to finish that.

JOHN
Oh, it's no problem. So, you wanted to see me?

PHIL
Yes, John. I've been hearing some very disconcerting rumors regarding your conscientiousness and devotion to your work.

JOHN
(pause)... Is that so?

PHIL
Yes. I understand that you habitually leave early for and return late from your lunch breaks, but fix the numbers on the computer. You have also been known to use a hostile tone when speaking to customers. And you don't always file your reports on time. We're considering putting you on monitored probation.

JOHN
Probation!? I've been with this company for over ten years! And now you're threatening me? After all I've done for you....

PHIL
I'm sorry John, but we have standards to adhere to. And we have to ensure that all of our employees, even those who have been with us for a long time, are adhering to those standards.

JOHN
(increasingly upset) Standards, eh? The way I see it, the standards of this company went out the door the moment they let you start running the show! You're more concerned about keeping up appearances, and a healthy bottom line for the stockholders, than you are about taking care of the very people who take care of you! What would you do without people like me, Phil? We work hard every single day, doing all of the menial, mundane, thankless tasks, which – if gone undone – would bring this operation to the ground. And you don't even give us a long enough lunch to go across the street for a bagel!

PHIL
We have a cafeteria he...

JOHN
(cuts him off, yelling) I don't care if there's some shitty cafeteria in this fucking building! I want options! I want freedom: I want to be able to choose to go to Joe's café for a coffee and a bagel on my lunch break, and not get fired for it. I want to be able to stop what I'm doing for five minutes, so I can take a piss, without having it docked from my pay.

JOHN stands up and BANGS his fist on the desk, angrily.

JOHN (CONT'D)
I'm sick and goddamn tired of spending every day dreading coming into work, because I know I'll spend it looking over my shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. We would honestly get more work done, in a shorter amount of time, if we were provided a more relaxed work environment. But instead we're all just quaking in our little cubicles, waiting for your minions to waltz up to our desk and tell us to box up our stuff because we used a No. 2 pencil instead of blue or black ink on our latest efficiency progress report!

PHIL
(Very long pause) Well....

JOHN sits, somewhat awkwardly; anticlimactic.

PHIL (CONT'D)
... It's clear you're upset with the way things are run around here, and that you're intimately familiar with the needs and desires of our employees. It's also evident that you're not afraid to share your feelings and opinions on important matters with me. I'm creating a new position on my staff, "Employee Liaison/Advisor," and these capacities make you the perfect candidate. What do you say? Would you like to join my cabinet?

JOHN
(pause) May I have some time to decide?

PHIL
Absolutely

INT – CAFÉ – NIGHT

JOHN sits alone at a table next to a window, with a bagel and coffee, and his laptop open beside them. He is composing an email, addressed to PHIL, stating simply "I'm in".

JOHN
(to self) What are you doing? Can you even trust this guy? Well, I suppose he trusts you well enough.

He exhales deeply, just before CLICKING "Send". He closes the laptop, packing it in his bag, finishes eating the bagel, grabs the coffee, and walks out of the shop.

FADE OUT

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spud

:: 2008 11 February :: 1.37pm

they say that sleeping over-abundantly is a sign of depression. but i disagree. i say it's just a sign that you're fucking tired and want to sleep.

then again, it could simply be that you just can't summon up the strength to rise and face the world in yet another pointless day, in which you scurry around doing pointless things until you're tired enough to fall asleep again.

...

naaaaa, you're just fucking tired, that's all there is to it.

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liz	:: 2008 11 February :: 4.20am R.I.P Karrl Bitch LoWeather(my dog) leave a comment

rayray

:: 2008 10 February :: 6.00am

Its currently 6 am.
No one is online and i feel like talking.
I can't sleep because there is far too much on my mind.
I've done a lot of thinking lately about where my life is at right now, if i like it, and if im happy, and where i want it to continue to go.
And tonight just added more to my plate to think about.

Ugh! What to do what to do..

Oh, and i was watching vh1 today, it was 100 best one hit wonders.. and Los Del Rio or whoever sang the Macarena was number 1.. and they were showing clips of people doing the dance, and they showed Barack Obama on there, and of course Al Gore and Bill Clinton.