Last Night and Today
I really don't like it when people resort to being douchebags. Like, as far as I figured, there are only two reason why you do that: you're either just a pathetic asshole who can't help but do such things or you're a scared little boy who can't man up and grow a pair.
So last night was pretty fun. Oscar and I partied with David at AEPi, David's frat. The party was themed "The Jungle" and the house was decorated just a bunch of flora and set alight by lights with green gels taped to them. Creative... inexpensive (theoretically), effective. The music was really wack though. The DJ kept playing these really obscure songs that no one knew, making the atmosphere quite awkward. Also he tended to overscratch everything, making the dancing aspect even more difficult than it had already been. David, I love you, but that party last night was sort of wack. It had potential, but failed... better luck next time.
Anyways, so Oscar and I left that scene before midnight, and headed off towards this other party... a soccer party or some shit like that, which, when we go to the location, ended up not being a very happening event. Oscar called Nick and made arrangements to hang out with him for the rest of the night. I went back to my room, took a shower and started watching Pulp Fiction.
Then the most wierdest thing... I started breaking out and spontaneously itching everywhere. I didn't have anything to drink last night except one beer. And, since it was a frat party, all they had was the nasty watered down Natty light crap which barely has any alcohol in it as it is. Anyway, the itching -- really, really uncomfortable.
I started watching pulp fiction. I got to the part where Vincent takes Marcellis' wife out to the hollywood diner place then ended up passing out. Apparenly Gracie wandered in sometime that night as well rather than taking her usual weekend sleep in Jaime's room.
I woke up this morning, thinking it was around 8AM. I thought I'd watch another hour or so of Pulp Fiction before heading off to the Wood to work out a bit before work. I turn on my computer and realize that rather than being 8 it is in fact 11:30. My movie starts up, and then I realize... "Holy Shit, Mark hasn't returned my Leland DVD yet." As someone aspiring to eventually break into the film/media/entertainment industry, I consider it fairly important to have a good personal Movie Library. Arguably, The United States of Leland isn't that great a movie, but I thought it was the first time around watching it... and so I really wanted it back. So this is where the douchebag thing comes into play. I sent him a message on myspace, because I just don't believe in phone conversation anymore... I ask him to please send me my DVD back. Last I logged onto myspace, the douchebag was online, but hadn't responded to my message.
So as far as my future career is concerned, I'm thinking of starting my own website, and a web archive where I can post all my stuff for friends and complete strangers to see. Most of the writers on collegehumor have one, so I might as well start one myself. Even though I don't have that much quality material to work on, I think the fact that I just have that site to maintain etc, will subconciously pressure me into working more. (Note to self... spend half of the summer doing nothing but watching movies... good ones.) I've got all those poems I've written on my computer. Might as well share them with like the five people on the net who will look at them.
Yeah, so that's all for now I guess. I'd like to go to the beach sometime soon. Who else wants to go?
So last night was pretty fun. Oscar and I partied with David at AEPi, David's frat. The party was themed "The Jungle" and the house was decorated just a bunch of flora and set alight by lights with green gels taped to them. Creative... inexpensive (theoretically), effective. The music was really wack though. The DJ kept playing these really obscure songs that no one knew, making the atmosphere quite awkward. Also he tended to overscratch everything, making the dancing aspect even more difficult than it had already been. David, I love you, but that party last night was sort of wack. It had potential, but failed... better luck next time.
Anyways, so Oscar and I left that scene before midnight, and headed off towards this other party... a soccer party or some shit like that, which, when we go to the location, ended up not being a very happening event. Oscar called Nick and made arrangements to hang out with him for the rest of the night. I went back to my room, took a shower and started watching Pulp Fiction.
Then the most wierdest thing... I started breaking out and spontaneously itching everywhere. I didn't have anything to drink last night except one beer. And, since it was a frat party, all they had was the nasty watered down Natty light crap which barely has any alcohol in it as it is. Anyway, the itching -- really, really uncomfortable.
I started watching pulp fiction. I got to the part where Vincent takes Marcellis' wife out to the hollywood diner place then ended up passing out. Apparenly Gracie wandered in sometime that night as well rather than taking her usual weekend sleep in Jaime's room.
I woke up this morning, thinking it was around 8AM. I thought I'd watch another hour or so of Pulp Fiction before heading off to the Wood to work out a bit before work. I turn on my computer and realize that rather than being 8 it is in fact 11:30. My movie starts up, and then I realize... "Holy Shit, Mark hasn't returned my Leland DVD yet." As someone aspiring to eventually break into the film/media/entertainment industry, I consider it fairly important to have a good personal Movie Library. Arguably, The United States of Leland isn't that great a movie, but I thought it was the first time around watching it... and so I really wanted it back. So this is where the douchebag thing comes into play. I sent him a message on myspace, because I just don't believe in phone conversation anymore... I ask him to please send me my DVD back. Last I logged onto myspace, the douchebag was online, but hadn't responded to my message.
So as far as my future career is concerned, I'm thinking of starting my own website, and a web archive where I can post all my stuff for friends and complete strangers to see. Most of the writers on collegehumor have one, so I might as well start one myself. Even though I don't have that much quality material to work on, I think the fact that I just have that site to maintain etc, will subconciously pressure me into working more. (Note to self... spend half of the summer doing nothing but watching movies... good ones.) I've got all those poems I've written on my computer. Might as well share them with like the five people on the net who will look at them.
Yeah, so that's all for now I guess. I'd like to go to the beach sometime soon. Who else wants to go?