Suffering because of apathy

I am currently eating airplane peanuts- the ones air stewardesses hand out as a snack, while drinking somewhat fresh orange juice. All that's missing is the plane. I think I am really am just ready to go anywhere. This perfectly coincides with the fact I will be leaving in August to live somewhere else and before that in June to go to Singapore. I'll probably move to Los Angeles, but I am not ruling out New York or San Diego. However this urge to leave this cozy town of "Pleasantville" is making less attentive and really more lethargic. Today I slept for three hours just for the sake of sleeping. I used to do this a few years back when I felt depressed and over stressed. I fear that it may come back. EURGH, FOUR MORE WEEKS DAMMIT!!! Until I am released from one duty and can finally enjoy more freedom.

I am currently prepping for that "music video." I also wrote a story about the meaning of flowers. It's supposed to be short, cute, and romantic. Perfect for Valentine's day which unfortunately passed by pretty quickly. I don't really like the bouquet of roses most stores have to offer, instead, I prefer flowers that really reflect the mood of the relationship between the two people or something to symbolize the person's personality. I love the meaning behind Edelweiss- daring and noble courage. It is a characteristic my friends and family describe me, but most of all, it's what I try to find in others. I've mostly used my "courage" in dangerous situations but most of the time I'm pretty awkward and daydreaming. Well I guess having to courage to stand up for oneself counts as well, but the idea of going on stage still frightens me. The character in my story, as of right now named Virginia, but it will most likely change, is getting ready for a date. While she gets dressed, puts makeup on and runs through her home, she is reminded of the past and why she hopes her date will surprise her though she is not sure he will be able to. For that, she gets a forsythia as she gets ready.

Geez, maybe I'm a romantic. Strange because I have mostly identified myself as an anti romantic person. Titanic made me fall asleep, Moulin Rouge made me sad because somebody died, and well this! Yeesh, I got to watch Fight Club again.

I really do.

So Energized!

A few hours ago, I dug a hole, uprooted a Camellia bush and then dragged it to that hole and replanted it. After a quick shower and a search for the remote control, I watched the Oscars. It was okay. The tween stars are annoying as always. But Nicole Kidman was there! Yay, go Nic!

Just Dropped In

The Coen Brothers have always surprised me with their insane movies. One part of the movie The Big Lebowski is always hilarious and surreal- the "Jackie Treehorn production- Gutterballs."

Enough with that.

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Instead of working on that Narcissus project and that Grandpa story, I decided to try writing a story based on a song. Alfonso Cuaron was inspired by Frank Zappa's "Watermelon in Easter Hay" to write Y Tu Mama Tambien. After listening to Marianne Faithfull's "As Tears Go By" and Andrew Oldman Orchestra "The Last Time" I came out with something less erotic than Mama.

Izzzz BACK!

I am posting from California and it is finally raining! There has been a water problem here, hopefully there will be no water rationing.

Recently I discovered many blogs all about clothes and what's-it. All of these blogging fashionistas love showing their outfits while commenting on trends, patterns, color, texture, and proportions. There are a lot of these blogs. Just like there are an amazing amount of people who have nothing to blog about. But these people do have something to talk about! And it's pretty cool! They have one idea and they go through with it. Usually I think of something and then half way through, completely abandon it. So sad. :(

Since no one else but me will be reading this blog (well I may not even be reading it) I figured why not post something that I like and plan to do. Blogs are amazing in the way a person can talk and ramble about anything without sounding crazy. And it can be as disorganized and mad as the person's mind.

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Narcissus and Echo :)

I have been thinking about doing a project with this myth in mind. I am absolutely in love with this story. It's a sad and depressing myth about love and vanity. Right. The moral of this story is that spouses should not hurt each other. WTF? I still like the unrequited love part. And how Narcissus fell in love with himself. It reminds me of this:


Pygmalion and Galatea. A story about a sculptor who falls in love with his own sculpture of a woman. Aphrodite enchants the piece of ivory and turns it to a woman. Like Pinocchio!

But it is the idea of vanity that I like. It's quite, er, funny and sad at the same time.

I am writing the script for this idea as well as another script about a luckless in love boy and his luckless in love grandpa. This idea of Echo and Narcissus really in a manipulation of another story about a girl who is trying to find her biological parents. However instead of the poor orphan, is a woman who falls in love with "herself." Sorta. She falls in love with her own manifestation of the perfect man. That proves to be a problem when she tries "dating."

This story also reminds me of the time I went shoe shopping. I spotted the perfect pair of boots, by Bruno Magli, and since then have not found a more beautiful boot. I sadly did not purchase the boots (my size is way too common) and now cannot allow myself to buy any other boot. However, since I am trying to move away from this fashion crazed phase and back to my awesomely comfortable track suits and kicks, I am not so demented about a stupid pair of shoes. Stuff.

In this story, there are three parallels.

1. Conscious- a young woman goes on a date with a "man."
2. Subconscious- the woman follows a man up and away from danger.
3. Mind's eye- a reinterpretation of Echo and Narcissus. Who is who?

It's quite confusing. Whatever.

Day One or Three...

I have decided to stop using shampoo. Today is either day one or day three, because I do not remember the last time I used shampoo. It's been hellish so far. I want to scratch my scalp a lot but I put lemon juice all over and massaged it. It calmed it down.
Yeah, this is going to be the start of a hopefully calm week. Hopefully.

My So Called Life

I am terribly angry at the moment. My student life has deteriorated to the point I want to strangle my principals for being uptight assholes.
I would also like to say that Vander Ark guy is a real dumb asshole. If he is so fucking smart, why not just write your own book? Jeez, don't try to make fandom into salable encyclopedias. If you want to sell your work, you might as well analyze the crap out of her books and hope someone will notice your obvious allusions. And really, just get a life. Because of you, I have to post a rant about why I really think you are dumbass. Just ruin my day, why don't you.

I'm not happy at all. I just found out that my school is on the brink of overpopulation self destruction and that the math classes I want are full. Plus I may not be able to go to film school depending on whether my classes are considered "good" enough.
So this life I have, isn't it angsty? Don't you just wanna wear black again and cut your wrists up? No, I don't. I hate angst so I'm trying to make the best of it.

Arch Enemies of Timothy Leary

I haven't post anything in weeks, so now I'm using that fact to post something new. What have I done in weeks that is interesting? I got time to venture up North to play soccer and eat disgusting food at a chain Mexican restaurant which is not Taco Bell or Chipotle. I also shared a car with two overly obnoxious music listeners and one reckless driver. Aside from that, there is possibly nothing newer. Except maybe the new discovery of Michel Gondry! 

Michel Gondry. Wow. What a dude. I've seen Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind and I've wanted to watch the Science of Sleep for Ages. Now with Be Kind, Rewind (I've got the wicked screensaver), Michel Gondry is now on my radar, even though he should have been there since 2004. And what took me so long? Well, many superhero movies came out, so I had to fall in love with Bryan Singer's works, well until Superman Returns and Valkyrie sorta both fail, so then the three amigos, meaning Alfonso Cuaron, Guillermo del Toro, and Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu just had to appear. And those three are wonderful, but with Michel Gondry, the four are wonderful! I recently watched Gondry solve a Rubik's cube with his feet and then his nose and then Jack Black with 10 Rubik's Cubes. Then I saw the sweded trailer of Be Kind Rewind. I have to say, I like the sweded version better than the original version. Sorry Jack and Mos Def, but you guys can't beat Michel Gondry. 

I also realized how many new projects I have to do. First off, I have to doodle. And it's for an icon but I get to choose whatever subject I want to doodle. So I landed of Hitchcock. Yes, the brilliant Alfred Hitchcock. Then, I also I have to write a draft. That I have to turn in by Friday. Sweet. Also, I may have to write a 10 minute script for a shortie. My main problem with shorts is how to keep them simple and short. In order to do that, I decided to go with possibly the most playful and innocent creatures in the world- children. And why children? Because not long ago I was one and I still remember what it was like to be naive, innocent, and cruel. Plus the long list of scatological jokes. On top of that, is a short film video I have to make. Have to because I said so. I'm probably going to make a music video for Unit 4 +2's Concrete and Clay because one, it's a great song, two, the song is too darn cute, and three, the official music video is crap, not that mine will be any better.

Also, I gave up on the Fountainhead. I lost it in some drawer and I have not yet wanted to read it. I still have some chapters left, but I truly and utterly hate it. Hate is a powerful word, and I mean it when I say I hate that book. Ayn Rand's dialogue makes me fall asleep and wonder if her group of friends were that formal. Probably not. But maybe they are.