another boring ass inspirational up-chuck. go me!
been far too busy this week to work on either script. catching up with school work, paying attention in class (we're starting to get into the meat and potatoes of networking, not just review), hanging with the temptress that is my other half (she holds my heart, my stomach, and my crotch), and attempting to get a somewhat stable sleep schedule. like a grumpy, lazy old man, muttering "damn kids" to myself in my head, i shot down hanging out with friends for the umpteenth time last night. sooner or later i imagine they'll get sick of me and stop calling for the late night hangs. i've just been so damn exhausted these days. i miss people, but by 11pm, i'm getting ready for sleeptown. by midnight, i'm damn near there. and by 1am, if i'm not snoozing yet, i'll be hating myself the next day. little tony is growing up, and sometimes, as childish as he can be, it feels as though he's surpassed some of his peers.
or maybe i'm just a grumpy old man.
fuck it. for once i'm getting the shit done that's important to me. period. the rest of the world can adapt. anyway, i'll be in pseudo-hibernation until graduation (august 3rd), on which i will emerge from my cave, a much happier 22-going-on-23-year-old soul, with a new better paying job, a (hopefully) slightly less complicated work schedule, and creative projects o-plenty to work on.
i've been filling in the mere nanoseconds of spare time i have in between class lectures and downing subway sandwiches (i am the new jared. eat fresh, bitches!) by reading Kevin Smith's My Boring Ass Life. essentially, the "book" is the running blog of his daily life from early 2005 to mid 2007. he started it in response to a board posting at viewaskew.com, in which one of the posters simply posed the question: "what do you do all day?"
Smith decided to respond with the blog, which eventually became a ritual, even if he personally felt that his daily routine was pretty lame. i suppose the reason i've been intrigued by all this is because i've asked myself the same question periodically. let's say i do make it, and i become successful. what would that really be like on the inside?
frankly, it seems pretty sweet. no, not all of life's problems are solved. that's the first thing all you dreamy-headed artistic types can throw in your respective neuron-trash receptacles. in fact, it seems more of quite a balancing act, juggling the friend/family man/working class filmmaker/jack of all trades lifestyle. and whether or not you appreciate Mr. Smith, or his creative endeavors, he manages to stay humble on the inside, despite his often crass outer-persona, which may easily clash with many a folk, and for that humbleness (is that a word?), i give him kudos.
all in all, the bare-all self-evaluation of fellow film/comic/media-in-general geek in question, has helped me appreciate my personal day to day, and how i aim to improve on it even more. creative businesses like film and tv and books and comics, etc., aren't anything incredibly special. movie stars and directors and writers and producers and everyone else involved aren't all born on another planet. they're people like you and me. they're working stiffs. they just pushed and pushed and maybe got lucky, and they got to be a working stiff doing something they enjoy.
sounds like heaven to me.