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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.