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The birthday was super vanilla.

Nothing super special happened. I got a parking ticket. I found the zine I wanted.

I just feel kind of...old, like someone's uncool parents who crash their kids' high school party and try to get everyone to drink peach schnapps. Or like parents who text message their kids. Is it just me? Is that not weird? I don't know..

The film was incredibly well received last night, and we now have film-making itch that's just a-dying to be a-scratched. We've already started initial research and the first draft of our next movie excursion. It's a 70's inspired Kung Fu flick; looks pretty promising so far.

Today I let out a long, sad sigh, wishing in my heart that Jeff Mangum were better looking. He's just another Shane Koyczan. How unfortunate.

Untitled - whatwhat!?

Took a mental health day today.

Turned off the celly (for once, holy crap), and I've decided to just...paint my nails and write. 'Sgood.

I had a bit of a breakdown yesterday, which contributed to today's battle plan. I just have this air of "my life is going nowhere". It's frustrating when you want so much out of life, but feel like you're running a hamster wheel. I had this crazy idea that maybe I'd just pack all my stuff into the bitchmobile and take off. Leave town the same way I arrived - in the middle of the night and alone. Maybe I'll go to Santa Cruz and surf for the rest of my life. I'll open a café on the beach and just live like the waves. Could be good.

Tomorrow will be fun-tastic, though. My birthday present from my friend Vicky is a pseudo road-trip with the top down in her '87 Rabbit. We're on a mission to find a magazine that I can't get here, and there's this store a few towns over that has 500+ magazines. Needless to say, I'm thrilled.

rainy days and mondays

I got spoiled this weekend.

No joke. My DVD collection has increased beyond all measure of comparison. I am so loved. Or feared.

.....dunno.

Anyways, everyone had a good time and nobody got hurt. It was great, and totally bankable (memory-wise). I received a wicked handmade card from a good friend of mine that actually got me misty-eyed. I think handmade stuff completely pwns everything that's store-bought. There's nothing that says "I love you" like blood, sweat and gluestick.

Aloha

Nuh-uh, uh-uh. Can't nobody hol' me down.

Saturday nights were made for parties. When I wake up on a Saturday morning, I can feel the excitement of the night's festivities surging through my nervous system; inner-tubing on my red blood cells. The air gets a little crisper around 8pm - an early warning for the wallflowers and senior citizens. Sometimes I think that the Sun does us a favour by sending up the Moon; our shadows are the only witnesses we ever have to worry about.

I'm throwing a party tonight in celebration of another whole year of survival. Birthdays, for me, are a milestone every time. It's always a goal every year to make it to the next. To see the next cake. To have another party. We're kickin' it "Paradise, Hawaiian Style" tonight, which means the Pina Coladas and leis will have a starring role. It feels good to know that I get to live it up with all my friends tonight.

Oh, and video editing? Fuckin' shower in that shit. 20 hours of editing, and still going strong.

Can we talk?

I feel so accomplished these days.

Actually, scratch that. I feel so accomplished since yesterday, and I'm riding high on a wave of perpetual bliss. It's short-term, I'm sure, so I'm savouring it. Anyways, squeeee, I finally made a short film with a film-maker friend o' mine. Seriously, we've talked about doing something along these lines for 2 years, and we finally found time enough to do it. Thank you, Victoria Day.

It's only about 10 minutes long, and we got all the footage we needed yesterday in about 5 hours. Hopefully we'll get all the editing done on it today (about another 3 or 4 hours), so that it will be finished by the 30th. And why is the 30th so important, you ask? Well, we're putting our little beauty in an arts gala.

So. Fuckin'. Fresh.

32 degrees and rising

There's no food in my house.

The jar of expired peanut butter is lookin' mighty tasty today. This is the height of my laziness. I don't even grocery shop. I work at a fucking grocery store. It's not like I don't ever get the opportunity. Gro-shur-y? Gross-er-y? I don't even know.

Sigh.

Dun-Dun-Dundundun

Went and saw 'Iron Man' last night. (Yeah, that's a little Black Sabbath in the title up there. What? You couldn't tell?)

While I am proud that Robert Downey Jr. managed to stay off the sauce long enough to shoot a half-decent film, I'm still pretty disappointed with what came out of it. The plot feels a bit iffy, it drags on forever and, well, it's boring. Shit, someone had to say it. To make things even worse, there was an advert for a new 'Incredible Hulk' film with (get this) Edward Norton as the headliner. WTF, right? 1) They already made that movie. 2) It's fucking Edward Norton. I'm not saying the man lacks cool points, I'm just saying that it's fucking Edward Norton. You saw 'The People vs. Larry Flynt', didn't you? and 3) Even if this is a completely different plot from the other 'Hulk' movie with Eric Banana-Rama, they could have at least given the title some deviation. Think: Batman Begins. Spider-Man 2. You get the picture by now, I'm sure. I digress, though...we were chatting about 'Iron Man', weren't we? It wasn't completely unfortunate; it had it's moments worth a guffaw or two. There's also Gwyneth Paltrow's presence, which was strange and interesting, seeing as how I can't recall her being in anything since 'Sky Captain and blah blah blah'. Her face is looking weirder than before. I think it has something to do with the new hair colour she's sporting for this flick.

Well, to end it all off, I'd say don't bother stepping out for this one. It's not worth the $8.95 or that weird "booty-lock" thing you get from theatre seats, unless you're hardcore into seeing comics-gone-cinema.

P.S. I DROPPED MY BRAND NEW PHONE TODAY. ON CONCRETE. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

junkie bitch

Sometimes I feel like I spend too much time on the internet.

My internet usage does not fully match that of your average WoW player, but when I consider how much stuff I should actually be doing, well, I get feeling kind of useless. However, look at all the content out there that can be viewed. There's a plethora of useless facts just itching to be absorbed. I'd much rather fill my noggin with conversation starters than sit in front of the tube watching "The Hills".

Speaking of which, I ventured to watch that whilst downing some chow. I've never attempted to watch it, but MTV2 was the only thing that had anything on (unless I wanted to watch Leno re-runs). Fuckin' MTV2. As if MTV alone was not enough to satisfy even your most hardcore suburbanite. Let me give a brief shakedown on what I saw on "The Hills": Some blonde girl made her boyfriend move out, some other blonde girls came home from Europe, one of those blonde girls quit her job at a magazine to work in styling and some other girl (not any of the aforementioned) gave some shitty advice to the first blonde girl. Ladies and Gentlemen, I have found the root of all evil. Drumroll please:


....blonde highlights and a black AMEX.

Bloodshot

Some days just drag on forever.

I got up this morning at 6:30 so that I'd be on time for an exam at 8. I'm a tad sluggish in the mornings, and as a non-coffee drinker, I tend to have the pep of a 90-year-old on their deathbed. I feel like the exam didn't go so well, and the worst part is that I had to pay $50 to take it. WTF, right? Oh well.

After 4 hours of exam writing, I had the joy of dealing with a group of obnoxiously loud actors who have the same demeanour as 4-year-olds after a box of Smarties. And in two hours? Rinse. Repeat. And then again tomorrow morning, as well as tomorrow night. The good part is that I get to go to a wrap-up party afterwards, which means free drinks and partially good company. I like when I can find the bright side of things. Also, I get paid tomorrow. Fuckin' yeah!

I cleaned out my car today, which was long overdue. I had like, a pound of kitty litter scattered throughout my trunk, and let me tell you, that shit is hard to vacuum up. The bitchmobile is smellin' fresh now though, and I am once again looking and feeling fly when I'm cruising.

Spendy-trendy

I bit the bullet and got a new phone today.

It's pretty fancy-shmancy; I can upload songs onto it and whatnot. I feel utterly trendy. The old one just wasn't cutting it anymore. When you have to voice dial every single call you make, well, you tend to get frustrated. Especially seeing as you can only call people who are on your contacts list, and are then programmed into your voice dial list. Example:

"Please say the name."
"Natalie."
"Please repeat the name."
"Ugh..Natalie."
"Did you say 'Diane's Cell'?"
"FUCK."

It's been like that since July. My consumerism is justified.

Alright, alright.

Can't stop listening to Superchunk. It's almost embarrassing. Almost.

"Detroit Has A Skyline" just might change your life. And if it doesn't, well, then you're obviously lame anyways, so git off mah blog! Kidding, darling. My love for you is undying, much like a cockroach even when faced with nuclear holocaust.

I'm sick of the elitist vultures that patrol music stores. Like, do I care if you've been listening to a band for 10+ years, and that you appreciated their tuneage long before they got major? Nah, so fuck off with your trivial pursuit bullshit. I just want to frolick amongst my faves and then peace. I'll be really honest (as I am wont to do), and say that I totally act like I know more about music than I really do.
"Oh yeah, I've totally heard of The Super Ice Cream Sandwich Queens. Totally."
It's just a natural reaction to avoid looking like a complete music n00b, especially when I'm a person who prides myself on the title of "know-it-all". However, if I really sincerely have no goddamn clue about a band, I won't even bother pretending like I've heard about them. In that event, the conversation usually goes something like this:

"Hey, do you like The Divorcees of Lower Manhattan?"
"What? You never rewind VHS tapes when you return them? MONSTER."

Yeah.