ghosts of future present
so, check it. michelle uploaded another sad story, the short film that she put out based off a part of my life, with licenses here and there. i still think it's great. then again, i'm one of the leads, playing myself. so, y'know. biased. plus, it's a film by michelle, and she did a phenomenal job on it, so, y'know, biased. then, it's also sort of a collaboration between michelle and myself (she does video, i do audio), so, y'know, team pale...stars.....or whatever, yeah. biased.
i also did the dvd cover and promotional poster for the movie. posted 'em a while ago, november of 2007 or december or something. whatever, go look, i don't feel like posting them again.
oh yeah, and during the film, BOW IN GLORY TO THE MIGHT OF MY FILM SCOOOOOOREEEEEE!!!!!
yep. it's what is scores vol. 2: another sad story. voila.
so, yeah. good flick, i liked it. it was a lot of hard work, as i filmed it right after i had some health problems (if you know what i'm talking about, you know, if not, now you don't know). you can even see how heavy i got from being in the hospital and being laid up for a few months! YES!
normally i'd be embarassed by how heavy i look in this short, but.....uh. well. that was like, what. two years ago? meh. do i give a shit? so i have extra weight on me. whooooopdee.
the good thing is that i think i weighed somewhere around 250 there? something like that. i got a little higher end of last year, round 260, but the phenomenal thing is that i now weigh 186. ooooooooh yeah, dig it! snap into a slim jim!
it's weird because none of my clothes fit. my awesome jeans don't fit. i'm going to have to start buying size small t-shirts again. feh. and i just GOT a new wardrobe. oy vey.
.....so far, probably the single worst entry i've ever put in this journal. sorry guys, no creativity right now, i'm drained. here's the lowdown and a message.
first off, anyone reading this, if you haven't heard from me, i apologize. i tried to get it out to as many people as possible and people through people (and are people people? if you get that reference and are female, please marry me), but the big surprise is.....
I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!! PALECURVE GETS HIS OWN BALL AND CHAIN!
actually, that's a load of bullshit and probably will be forever, as i don't know if you'll ever see that ^ in these pages. anyway, the big point is that....
i moved. um....i can't think of anyone else that could be reading this aside from michelle that's ever been in my previous apartment...oh wait, karen, are you on here? i completely forget. anyway, karen too. i don't think lindsey is on here....no. hm, i miss her, i should call her. same with alyssa. i think any awkwardness should be gone by now.
uh, anyway. you know, my previous neighborhood was one of those blocks where it's half good and half bad. and the good wasn't that good and the bad was three 24/7 crackhouses down the side street that directly faced my window. i've seen so many crack deals, i could probably bring down that entire street. except i don't really give a shit, so. fuck that street. michelle, you know what i mean.
so, through the help of a good family friend, harry...
I HAVE MOVED INTO A HOUSE!! SUCK IT!!!
goddamn right. and in about six months, i plan to buy my first piece of property. the 100 - 300 blocks - ie. front street, 2 street, moyamensing/third street....and yes, i know that i said 100, but in philly, especially in south philly, "first street" is front street. "second street" is actually called "two street". blame the italian purebloods. and then like, third street is third street until you hit the intersection of washington and third, then it turns into moyamensing, and then at snyder it ends, then picks up 40 feet to the right as 3rd Street, while if you make a right, moyamensing is now a diagonal street crossing through fifth and shunk. ....why i felt the need to explain all that when anyone reading this is probably not going to see my house, i don't know. i just want to hang out with a couple people here after i'm done unpacking and setting up and i want to kick back on my new LEATHER SOFA AND LOVESEAT and chill.
house is nice. an exposed brick wall in the living room, which i'm looking at as i sit here on the couch, hardwood floors in the living room, a nice sized kitchen, powder room, and even better, a back utility/washer/dryer room! score. plus, entrance to the basement, which is finished, but needs some MAJOR work. first, the railing needs more columns steadying it instead of one at the top and one at bottom. then, the stairs themselves need to be reinforced....after all, half the basement is going to be walled off and soundproofed, have a door with two deadbolt locks so you need two keys to get in (hey, i have expensive shit), and then i'm installing the best thing ever....and i know michelle will get this, but god, i hope SOMEONE out there isn't asinine and will know what this references...
at the top of the basement, right outside the door, i'm going to put a red lightbulb right above the top of the door frame. that gets switched on when i'm working so everyone knows to stay the fuck out of the basement, the soundproof room is locked and i'm busy working. the red lightbulb!! haha! maybe i can hire john stamos to do drums on failure of the week. heh. that'd be awesome.
so, yeah. got my soundproof room - oh, you thought it might be a studio or something? no, no, that's just the room that i have noisy loud sweaty crazy sex in.
....oh. wait. replace "oh, you thought....?" with "yes, it is a studio. i will be recording the remainder of FALEYR UV TEH WEAK there, as well as <3broken for the fine electronic band less than three."
then repleace "no, no, that's just....noisy loud sweaty crazy sex in." with...well, just delete it. who the hell am i having sex with anyway, let alone good sex? i mean, madame palm and her five sisters are staying here right now, but they're a permanent fixture wherever i live. man, i need to change that so it IS a room for good sex. and a studio. hey, they can double. makes you think on your feet. do you do it propped up on the mixing board, or bend over the rack? use the chair? see, now you get it. fuck off.
sorry. i haven't even kissed anyone in....uh....sometime, i don't even fucking remember. it's been a fucking while. so, yeah. i'd even take a makeout session. what does it take to make out with someone?! all my friends are girls! god. i really just want to make out with someone, that's fine for right now.
y'know, the last time i said "i really just want to make out with someone", rebecca and i ended up dating and living together and counting our breakup and makeup and breakup, ended up going out for some crazy amount of time. nowhere near the huge amount of time that i've been involved, part time, 12/3.5 with a certain girl, but still. hey now. i know i sound like a total fucking douchebag in my livejournal entries from when i was dating rebecca (you don't need to remind me, michelle has been doing so for like, 23 years now), but thinking about it, the first four months when she moved in with me in ambler and we just did whatever we wanted and enjoyed one another's company....those are easily labelled as four of the best months of my life. it was just fun. i miss rebecca.
i really just want to make out with someone!! i'll be waiting for comments or e-mails.
most likely about how i am so NOT the man anymore. eh. suck it.
anyway, so, after a few months, i find a property in the aforementioned area, and knowing the property values around here, i buy a place to fix up, but come in with 50% down, blowing the mortgage out of the water and making it easy to pay with a monthly double-up. then my mother does the same, then we co-purchase another property, and another. then we have some as rental properties....yep, big plans. never hurts to invest in real estate, eh? especially when the casinos are coming and they'll easily multiply the property value of this area by like, ten. money money cash money.
all right, enough babbling. so, if i haven't gotten in touch with you, i apologize. as you can see, i'm all over the place. here's a nice summation.
* moving from small apartment to two bedroom house. yeah, like that won't take forever.
* unpacking, decorating, fixing things. oy.
* my black cat, erin, just had three kittens. inside the sink in the laundry room. she HAD to find the hole in the drywall. god. but she had two all-black females, one a little runt, and this AMAZING looking male who is SILVER with horizontal black stripes all over. his eyes also have two black circles around them and he's got a little brown nose! awww. so, after consultation with my mother, names.
- we have the mother, erin. then her first born, the boy, who looks like the "tasmanian tiger" from australia - otherwise known as the now-extinct thylacine. so for now, he's "taz". one z. ECW~!!1 then is the next girl, named envy. (hey, if i'm never gonna have the fucking kid, might as well use the name somewhere) finally, the little runt that was born while i was at harry's, who is named eme (pronounced em-ee), which means "little elf". i thought it was cute. say it out loud. erin envy eme. aww.
* so on top of that, had to move the other boys over, so jack, trevor c. belmonts and pickles (aka pixel) are here. so basically, once the kittens are grown....seven. cats.
* hey! are you interested in a gorgeous black kitten? let me know. but i'm not offering to just anyone, so don't be pissed at me if i say no to you.
* so, awesomely enough, i get this e-mail invite from a professor who wants me to join the honors course....then two months later, i get a full letter from school telling me that because i scored perfectly on several tests, they want me on the new honors in liberal arts (remember my degree in music production) track....which bumps me up to five classes, two honors classes plus, i assume, honors level music classes. who knows....i'm waiting on a reply from the professor that sent the letter that came with that notification. regardless, this'll be nice. i haven't even dropped under a 4.0 gpa, and then tacking honors courses on top of that? sweet. however, school is killing me. ugh.
* my health is getting to me. i'm realizing i can't carry 400 bags after food shopping like i used to. mgh. don't want to talk about this.
so, there you go. i also don't have the internet set up here yet, so i'm using philadelphia's wireless internet, which is all over the city. it's pretty nice, actually. so until i get permanently setup, time on aim/yahoo messenger will be here and there. if you want to get in touch, PLEASE text me. even if you don't, text me. i need to check if i still have any friends.
anyway, that invitation is up. if you can swing down here and want to chill in a little housewarming party, lemme know, okay? i'm trying to figure out who's down in advance so i can plan this. i'm not throwing a 50, 25 or even 15 person party. i wanna get like, 5 or 6 people here. so, leave a comment.
well, i guess that's that. i figured i'd post a little update on what's going on since i haven't been around.
okay, off to get the gas switched over.
one final word, next week/weekend isn't a good time for me. i'm not going to want to go out, let alone go online or talk....i don't feel like going into it. let's just say it's a rough stretch of days for me and it's definitely affecting my mood.
in the end, hope all of you are doing well. bye.
i also did the dvd cover and promotional poster for the movie. posted 'em a while ago, november of 2007 or december or something. whatever, go look, i don't feel like posting them again.
oh yeah, and during the film, BOW IN GLORY TO THE MIGHT OF MY FILM SCOOOOOOREEEEEE!!!!!
yep. it's what is scores vol. 2: another sad story. voila.
so, yeah. good flick, i liked it. it was a lot of hard work, as i filmed it right after i had some health problems (if you know what i'm talking about, you know, if not, now you don't know). you can even see how heavy i got from being in the hospital and being laid up for a few months! YES!
normally i'd be embarassed by how heavy i look in this short, but.....uh. well. that was like, what. two years ago? meh. do i give a shit? so i have extra weight on me. whooooopdee.
the good thing is that i think i weighed somewhere around 250 there? something like that. i got a little higher end of last year, round 260, but the phenomenal thing is that i now weigh 186. ooooooooh yeah, dig it! snap into a slim jim!
it's weird because none of my clothes fit. my awesome jeans don't fit. i'm going to have to start buying size small t-shirts again. feh. and i just GOT a new wardrobe. oy vey.
.....so far, probably the single worst entry i've ever put in this journal. sorry guys, no creativity right now, i'm drained. here's the lowdown and a message.
first off, anyone reading this, if you haven't heard from me, i apologize. i tried to get it out to as many people as possible and people through people (and are people people? if you get that reference and are female, please marry me), but the big surprise is.....
I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!! PALECURVE GETS HIS OWN BALL AND CHAIN!
actually, that's a load of bullshit and probably will be forever, as i don't know if you'll ever see that ^ in these pages. anyway, the big point is that....
i moved. um....i can't think of anyone else that could be reading this aside from michelle that's ever been in my previous apartment...oh wait, karen, are you on here? i completely forget. anyway, karen too. i don't think lindsey is on here....no. hm, i miss her, i should call her. same with alyssa. i think any awkwardness should be gone by now.
uh, anyway. you know, my previous neighborhood was one of those blocks where it's half good and half bad. and the good wasn't that good and the bad was three 24/7 crackhouses down the side street that directly faced my window. i've seen so many crack deals, i could probably bring down that entire street. except i don't really give a shit, so. fuck that street. michelle, you know what i mean.
so, through the help of a good family friend, harry...
I HAVE MOVED INTO A HOUSE!! SUCK IT!!!
goddamn right. and in about six months, i plan to buy my first piece of property. the 100 - 300 blocks - ie. front street, 2 street, moyamensing/third street....and yes, i know that i said 100, but in philly, especially in south philly, "first street" is front street. "second street" is actually called "two street". blame the italian purebloods. and then like, third street is third street until you hit the intersection of washington and third, then it turns into moyamensing, and then at snyder it ends, then picks up 40 feet to the right as 3rd Street, while if you make a right, moyamensing is now a diagonal street crossing through fifth and shunk. ....why i felt the need to explain all that when anyone reading this is probably not going to see my house, i don't know. i just want to hang out with a couple people here after i'm done unpacking and setting up and i want to kick back on my new LEATHER SOFA AND LOVESEAT and chill.
house is nice. an exposed brick wall in the living room, which i'm looking at as i sit here on the couch, hardwood floors in the living room, a nice sized kitchen, powder room, and even better, a back utility/washer/dryer room! score. plus, entrance to the basement, which is finished, but needs some MAJOR work. first, the railing needs more columns steadying it instead of one at the top and one at bottom. then, the stairs themselves need to be reinforced....after all, half the basement is going to be walled off and soundproofed, have a door with two deadbolt locks so you need two keys to get in (hey, i have expensive shit), and then i'm installing the best thing ever....and i know michelle will get this, but god, i hope SOMEONE out there isn't asinine and will know what this references...
at the top of the basement, right outside the door, i'm going to put a red lightbulb right above the top of the door frame. that gets switched on when i'm working so everyone knows to stay the fuck out of the basement, the soundproof room is locked and i'm busy working. the red lightbulb!! haha! maybe i can hire john stamos to do drums on failure of the week. heh. that'd be awesome.
so, yeah. got my soundproof room - oh, you thought it might be a studio or something? no, no, that's just the room that i have noisy loud sweaty crazy sex in.
....oh. wait. replace "oh, you thought....?" with "yes, it is a studio. i will be recording the remainder of FALEYR UV TEH WEAK there, as well as <3broken for the fine electronic band less than three."
then repleace "no, no, that's just....noisy loud sweaty crazy sex in." with...well, just delete it. who the hell am i having sex with anyway, let alone good sex? i mean, madame palm and her five sisters are staying here right now, but they're a permanent fixture wherever i live. man, i need to change that so it IS a room for good sex. and a studio. hey, they can double. makes you think on your feet. do you do it propped up on the mixing board, or bend over the rack? use the chair? see, now you get it. fuck off.
sorry. i haven't even kissed anyone in....uh....sometime, i don't even fucking remember. it's been a fucking while. so, yeah. i'd even take a makeout session. what does it take to make out with someone?! all my friends are girls! god. i really just want to make out with someone, that's fine for right now.
y'know, the last time i said "i really just want to make out with someone", rebecca and i ended up dating and living together and counting our breakup and makeup and breakup, ended up going out for some crazy amount of time. nowhere near the huge amount of time that i've been involved, part time, 12/3.5 with a certain girl, but still. hey now. i know i sound like a total fucking douchebag in my livejournal entries from when i was dating rebecca (you don't need to remind me, michelle has been doing so for like, 23 years now), but thinking about it, the first four months when she moved in with me in ambler and we just did whatever we wanted and enjoyed one another's company....those are easily labelled as four of the best months of my life. it was just fun. i miss rebecca.
i really just want to make out with someone!! i'll be waiting for comments or e-mails.
most likely about how i am so NOT the man anymore. eh. suck it.
anyway, so, after a few months, i find a property in the aforementioned area, and knowing the property values around here, i buy a place to fix up, but come in with 50% down, blowing the mortgage out of the water and making it easy to pay with a monthly double-up. then my mother does the same, then we co-purchase another property, and another. then we have some as rental properties....yep, big plans. never hurts to invest in real estate, eh? especially when the casinos are coming and they'll easily multiply the property value of this area by like, ten. money money cash money.
all right, enough babbling. so, if i haven't gotten in touch with you, i apologize. as you can see, i'm all over the place. here's a nice summation.
* moving from small apartment to two bedroom house. yeah, like that won't take forever.
* unpacking, decorating, fixing things. oy.
* my black cat, erin, just had three kittens. inside the sink in the laundry room. she HAD to find the hole in the drywall. god. but she had two all-black females, one a little runt, and this AMAZING looking male who is SILVER with horizontal black stripes all over. his eyes also have two black circles around them and he's got a little brown nose! awww. so, after consultation with my mother, names.
- we have the mother, erin. then her first born, the boy, who looks like the "tasmanian tiger" from australia - otherwise known as the now-extinct thylacine. so for now, he's "taz". one z. ECW~!!1 then is the next girl, named envy. (hey, if i'm never gonna have the fucking kid, might as well use the name somewhere) finally, the little runt that was born while i was at harry's, who is named eme (pronounced em-ee), which means "little elf". i thought it was cute. say it out loud. erin envy eme. aww.
* so on top of that, had to move the other boys over, so jack, trevor c. belmonts and pickles (aka pixel) are here. so basically, once the kittens are grown....seven. cats.
* hey! are you interested in a gorgeous black kitten? let me know. but i'm not offering to just anyone, so don't be pissed at me if i say no to you.
* so, awesomely enough, i get this e-mail invite from a professor who wants me to join the honors course....then two months later, i get a full letter from school telling me that because i scored perfectly on several tests, they want me on the new honors in liberal arts (remember my degree in music production) track....which bumps me up to five classes, two honors classes plus, i assume, honors level music classes. who knows....i'm waiting on a reply from the professor that sent the letter that came with that notification. regardless, this'll be nice. i haven't even dropped under a 4.0 gpa, and then tacking honors courses on top of that? sweet. however, school is killing me. ugh.
* my health is getting to me. i'm realizing i can't carry 400 bags after food shopping like i used to. mgh. don't want to talk about this.
so, there you go. i also don't have the internet set up here yet, so i'm using philadelphia's wireless internet, which is all over the city. it's pretty nice, actually. so until i get permanently setup, time on aim/yahoo messenger will be here and there. if you want to get in touch, PLEASE text me. even if you don't, text me. i need to check if i still have any friends.
anyway, that invitation is up. if you can swing down here and want to chill in a little housewarming party, lemme know, okay? i'm trying to figure out who's down in advance so i can plan this. i'm not throwing a 50, 25 or even 15 person party. i wanna get like, 5 or 6 people here. so, leave a comment.
well, i guess that's that. i figured i'd post a little update on what's going on since i haven't been around.
okay, off to get the gas switched over.
one final word, next week/weekend isn't a good time for me. i'm not going to want to go out, let alone go online or talk....i don't feel like going into it. let's just say it's a rough stretch of days for me and it's definitely affecting my mood.
in the end, hope all of you are doing well. bye.