NERD!
"Get out of our room you nerd! Go calculate some matrices dork!" I looked around the room at all the "pimps" "thugs" and "hoes" at the party. I looked down at my tight buttoned up shirt and suspenders. I pushed my bottle-rimmed glasses up on my nose and then ran into the center of the party and jumped high up in the air. I landed down on the ground in a split and began to contort my body in a breakdance type style rivaled only by "The Wade Robson Dance Project." "Dude, that dweeb's got style" shouted out one of the guys while he grabbed his gold dollar sign chain around his neck. "Ohh baby, I bet that dork knows how to stick it!" squeeled a blonde girl in a tube top. I balanced myself and did a back flip on the carpet. There was a long pause of silence before an applause roared throughout the party along with the clanking of gold chains, rings, and bling bling cups. Without saying a word I straightened myself up and dusted myself off and left the room.
Oh the secret life of Michael Tomasetti - I'm really a lunatic, if you haven't discovered that already - whether you really know me, or have logged onto this site through facebook, AIM, or ____insert website of your choice___. The last week has been a blur, between hitting the books and knocking back the drinks I've been in a state of flux from intense concentration and studying by myself to being thrown into a crowd of sweaty drunk people who are looking for anonymous hookups and discrete encounters. Haha, I'm saying that like I'm some sort of P.I.M.P. but in reality I'm nothing of the sort.
I've been debating about the theme for my next script. I really wanna make a short film for the next festival at Drexel, but I find myself constantly comparing my ideas to other films or books that have already been done. I feel like I'm in a room with a large pad of paper and a pen and after I write down my idea I look over what I just wrote and then I scream and rip the page violently out of the notebook and crumple it up and throw it into a ball. "IT'S ALREADY BEEN DONE DAMMIT! WHO ARE YOU MICHAEL TOMASETTI? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT THIS SCRIPT IS GOING TO BE ANYTHING!!" I'm constantly at war with myself.
Well I'm sure by now if you're looking at the time and the date you're saying "What's a cool cat like you doing sitting at a computer writing at 11:37 pm on a Saturday night? Why aren't you out sowing your oats lad? Why aren't you out partying it up with the best of them? Why aren't you making your mark on the world son?" So to that I say goodnight. Happy reading to all those who cross this path.
BUONA NOTTE A TUTTI!
Oh the secret life of Michael Tomasetti - I'm really a lunatic, if you haven't discovered that already - whether you really know me, or have logged onto this site through facebook, AIM, or ____insert website of your choice___. The last week has been a blur, between hitting the books and knocking back the drinks I've been in a state of flux from intense concentration and studying by myself to being thrown into a crowd of sweaty drunk people who are looking for anonymous hookups and discrete encounters. Haha, I'm saying that like I'm some sort of P.I.M.P. but in reality I'm nothing of the sort.
I've been debating about the theme for my next script. I really wanna make a short film for the next festival at Drexel, but I find myself constantly comparing my ideas to other films or books that have already been done. I feel like I'm in a room with a large pad of paper and a pen and after I write down my idea I look over what I just wrote and then I scream and rip the page violently out of the notebook and crumple it up and throw it into a ball. "IT'S ALREADY BEEN DONE DAMMIT! WHO ARE YOU MICHAEL TOMASETTI? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT THIS SCRIPT IS GOING TO BE ANYTHING!!" I'm constantly at war with myself.
Well I'm sure by now if you're looking at the time and the date you're saying "What's a cool cat like you doing sitting at a computer writing at 11:37 pm on a Saturday night? Why aren't you out sowing your oats lad? Why aren't you out partying it up with the best of them? Why aren't you making your mark on the world son?" So to that I say goodnight. Happy reading to all those who cross this path.
BUONA NOTTE A TUTTI!