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five months since the last one. you can tell when too much time has passed when...
when the rest of your entries seem like ancient history.
when you curse yourself for giving up.
when it doesnt even matter anymore.
but what can a guy do? sit here in the occ library, waiting for your film teacher substitute to find another copy of the movie that was supposed to start half an hour ago. sounds like a plan. mr smith goes to washington, with jimmy stewart. anyone seen it? write me some thought on it, cus i could write a review on it if i want, i prolly will anyway, i like to do all the work and see if the teacher will let the sheer volume of my output offset the amazing shoddyness of it all.
anyway, i'm busy these days, if you wanna know. working 40 hours a week, attending 14 credit hours of class at three different campuses across the metro area, starting to write a vampire movie, and keeping things 'sorta' together with family and friends. i started writing a nightly journal so i wont just run off and forget responsibility aswell, seems to work decently, except on the weekends. on the weekends i run off and forget responsibility. untill i wake up with a massive headach from inbibing or collapsing, or both.
the vampire movie, its going to be a satire. on what, i dont know. but im using a word play style from the 50's, dramatic camera effects, and home made props to bring it all together. most of my friends seem to be up for it, they are all eger to be vampires, or vampire hunters, or that person you see sitting around in a lot of scenes...
ok, time to get coffee and watch the movie.
"yeah, im that guy you see on the street, the one you never turn to meet. your thoughts may linger, or they may run, but its all in good fun. i'll walk away and you will stay, in your mind that day."
i put it in quotes so you might take it seriously, i find i put more thought into stuff that never really ment anything in the first place. cus i just made that up offa the top of my head.
when the rest of your entries seem like ancient history.
when you curse yourself for giving up.
when it doesnt even matter anymore.
but what can a guy do? sit here in the occ library, waiting for your film teacher substitute to find another copy of the movie that was supposed to start half an hour ago. sounds like a plan. mr smith goes to washington, with jimmy stewart. anyone seen it? write me some thought on it, cus i could write a review on it if i want, i prolly will anyway, i like to do all the work and see if the teacher will let the sheer volume of my output offset the amazing shoddyness of it all.
anyway, i'm busy these days, if you wanna know. working 40 hours a week, attending 14 credit hours of class at three different campuses across the metro area, starting to write a vampire movie, and keeping things 'sorta' together with family and friends. i started writing a nightly journal so i wont just run off and forget responsibility aswell, seems to work decently, except on the weekends. on the weekends i run off and forget responsibility. untill i wake up with a massive headach from inbibing or collapsing, or both.
the vampire movie, its going to be a satire. on what, i dont know. but im using a word play style from the 50's, dramatic camera effects, and home made props to bring it all together. most of my friends seem to be up for it, they are all eger to be vampires, or vampire hunters, or that person you see sitting around in a lot of scenes...
ok, time to get coffee and watch the movie.
"yeah, im that guy you see on the street, the one you never turn to meet. your thoughts may linger, or they may run, but its all in good fun. i'll walk away and you will stay, in your mind that day."
i put it in quotes so you might take it seriously, i find i put more thought into stuff that never really ment anything in the first place. cus i just made that up offa the top of my head.