Strange Times
It's been said before but it has to be said again. This year is in (fucking) sane. There has been so many personal starts and stops I have no idea what to even do anymore. Earlier this year I received money from my family to make an animated pilot, I got together both old and new friends to work on something I thought was going to be great, then my roommates who were helping me with the animation and audio for the project all left to go back home to the East Coast as their student loans for film school had run dry. I just got word that not only has the audio been lost but my animator is far too busy to continue so there's that blunder.
I got a girlfriend in April and for the first time the world seemed like it made sense, only she breaks up with me four weeks later for reasons still unknown to me. I had to move out of my insanely awesome high rise apt off Los Feliz Blvd and settle for living off Garfield PL in a dreary two bedroom. I have my own room but I am really not jelling with my 20 year old (non weed smoking) roommate from the East Coast.
In the middle of October I started working at the Pacific's Grove Theater, I was training for projection and screening movies. Then on Saturday Nov 8th I just had to go in for a shift I wasn't even scheduled for and I was fired for calling a fellow employee (not a manager, not a coordinator, not a trainer; a kiss ass employee) an asshole.
And this all just happened to me, meanwhile I have one friend who was hit by an illegal street racer and put into a comma (he's out of the comma but is suffering from a lot of brain damage. Mentally he's a 13 year old, physically he's 24) and another friend whose girlfriend was killed by a hit and run driver on Nitrous Oxide.
If everything around me sucked it would probably be easier to take but entertainment/the geek world (which is how I normally gauge if a year is good or not) has been great. From Iron Man to Darknight, from Harold & Kumar: EFGB to Pineapple Express. All of these movies delivered for me and even my returning TV shows have been decent. The thing is, in light of all the fucked up personal shit, having something "cool" to watch on the small or silver screens just aint cutting it anymore.
Three years ago I made the choice to stick it out on this giant blue and green orbiting rock, for my friends and family, every day since I've been struggling to find the meaning in anything so I can keep going. What the hell am I supposed to do in a year that seems so pointless?
-Drew
Footnote: I was supposed to like my teens I was supposed to like my 20's, I hate both of them. Maybe my 30's will be great because I always assumed it'd be downhill from then on. All I know is that I wish I could skip everything and get to be the rich, obese Canadian shut-in in his 50's that I always dreamed of.
Footnote Pt 2: I forgot to mention that bassist Chi Cheng from one of my favorite bands Deftones is in a fucking comma under critical condition. He was leaving his brothers funeral (who ironically died in a car crash) and was hit by his own sister (further irony). What is with this year?
I got a girlfriend in April and for the first time the world seemed like it made sense, only she breaks up with me four weeks later for reasons still unknown to me. I had to move out of my insanely awesome high rise apt off Los Feliz Blvd and settle for living off Garfield PL in a dreary two bedroom. I have my own room but I am really not jelling with my 20 year old (non weed smoking) roommate from the East Coast.
In the middle of October I started working at the Pacific's Grove Theater, I was training for projection and screening movies. Then on Saturday Nov 8th I just had to go in for a shift I wasn't even scheduled for and I was fired for calling a fellow employee (not a manager, not a coordinator, not a trainer; a kiss ass employee) an asshole.
And this all just happened to me, meanwhile I have one friend who was hit by an illegal street racer and put into a comma (he's out of the comma but is suffering from a lot of brain damage. Mentally he's a 13 year old, physically he's 24) and another friend whose girlfriend was killed by a hit and run driver on Nitrous Oxide.
If everything around me sucked it would probably be easier to take but entertainment/the geek world (which is how I normally gauge if a year is good or not) has been great. From Iron Man to Darknight, from Harold & Kumar: EFGB to Pineapple Express. All of these movies delivered for me and even my returning TV shows have been decent. The thing is, in light of all the fucked up personal shit, having something "cool" to watch on the small or silver screens just aint cutting it anymore.
Three years ago I made the choice to stick it out on this giant blue and green orbiting rock, for my friends and family, every day since I've been struggling to find the meaning in anything so I can keep going. What the hell am I supposed to do in a year that seems so pointless?
-Drew
Footnote: I was supposed to like my teens I was supposed to like my 20's, I hate both of them. Maybe my 30's will be great because I always assumed it'd be downhill from then on. All I know is that I wish I could skip everything and get to be the rich, obese Canadian shut-in in his 50's that I always dreamed of.
Footnote Pt 2: I forgot to mention that bassist Chi Cheng from one of my favorite bands Deftones is in a fucking comma under critical condition. He was leaving his brothers funeral (who ironically died in a car crash) and was hit by his own sister (further irony). What is with this year?