two hundid and one
Didn't even realize my last entry was #200. Six and a half years and only 200 posts. Funny and sad. So many have moved on, but I'm still posting here for some reason. I would probably be upset if LJ were to ever die.
Green. Things are green. In more ways than one, I'm green. That's probably the most accurate way to describe everything right now. Green.
I've had to answer "Why" in quite a few film festival forms and other various film related things. I had a preset answer usually queued up. But really, I make movies because if I can't be interesting, it would be nice to fool others into thinking I am. I'm far more devious than anyone could give me credit for.
What am I going to do?
Where am I going to go?
I'm ashamed to admit something. So much so that even here I won't admit it. I'd take it to the grave with me. It's not even that embarrassing, but I'm embarrassed by it. I guess that makes it worse.
Disguise your lives.
I want to fly to Sweden.
I should do something creative soon. Actually, I should watch something creative soon. I may excuses for not consuming art, but really they're all terrible excuses. I need to learn to appreciate art.
I can't wait to go to New York.
I'm more involved. I'm more revolved.
Decipher this: I've not ever wanted to fly away into a bucket full of fish, lying at the bed of a farmer. Whenever he awakes, we will nibble on corn and drive on a highway full of fluff. Once in a while, we cannot always read it. Not all the time.
I'm going to make a movie soon. I'm not sure what I want to say. I think it's going to be cool, but I don't know if it's going to be good. I don't know if it's going to be important.
I've been writing very divided lately. There's far too many paragraph breaks in these entries. Fragmentation. XV. Etcetera.
There's nothing to talk about. So why am I here? It's not boredom. It's not for attention (it is). Sometimes I just feel like I'm falling behind, so I have to write something to keep up with everyone. God forbid, people don't know what I'm thinking or doing. Such interesting things I am doing.
I need new glasses. Well no, I want new glasses.
Who do you know? Will you know them very long? I don't know. I'm not sure. Do you want them here? Maybe. Not all. What do they say? Nothing, not to me. Am I intimidating? I hope not. I just want to know people. Any people.
So many of these get posted at like 4AM. Peak of insanity. Reek of unsanity. It looks like I'm being honest and upfront, but really it's just complicating and contradicting and convulting and contributing and fuck I ran out of words. It's not really truth, it's mostly mayhem. Mostly nonsense. Mostly nothing. Hardly anything. Partially everything.
They get more wild with every break. Especially without context. Madness. I didn't use that word yet. I scrolled up to check.
Everyone should be given a ticket that lasts for a year. It expires 365 days from the day you receive it. The ticket allows you free transit to anywhere, via anything. Bus, plane, boat, train, automobile, bicycle, hovercraft, horse, wolf, dragon, eagle, dog, motorcycle, scooter, skateboard, snowmobile. People should be allowed to see what they want to see. Everyone's allowed to be exposed to places and people. Why not? Why can't we? The year after you graduate, you receive The Ticket. What could happen? How could we change people's lives? How would we progress? I want a Ticket. I think everyone does. Everyone should.
I want to make stuff. I want to make a website. I want to make a video game. I want to make a movie in Brazil. I want to make Kate Upton and Melanie Iglesias my wives.
Red.
Green. Things are green. In more ways than one, I'm green. That's probably the most accurate way to describe everything right now. Green.
I've had to answer "Why" in quite a few film festival forms and other various film related things. I had a preset answer usually queued up. But really, I make movies because if I can't be interesting, it would be nice to fool others into thinking I am. I'm far more devious than anyone could give me credit for.
What am I going to do?
Where am I going to go?
I'm ashamed to admit something. So much so that even here I won't admit it. I'd take it to the grave with me. It's not even that embarrassing, but I'm embarrassed by it. I guess that makes it worse.
Disguise your lives.
I want to fly to Sweden.
I should do something creative soon. Actually, I should watch something creative soon. I may excuses for not consuming art, but really they're all terrible excuses. I need to learn to appreciate art.
I can't wait to go to New York.
I'm more involved. I'm more revolved.
Decipher this: I've not ever wanted to fly away into a bucket full of fish, lying at the bed of a farmer. Whenever he awakes, we will nibble on corn and drive on a highway full of fluff. Once in a while, we cannot always read it. Not all the time.
I'm going to make a movie soon. I'm not sure what I want to say. I think it's going to be cool, but I don't know if it's going to be good. I don't know if it's going to be important.
I've been writing very divided lately. There's far too many paragraph breaks in these entries. Fragmentation. XV. Etcetera.
There's nothing to talk about. So why am I here? It's not boredom. It's not for attention (it is). Sometimes I just feel like I'm falling behind, so I have to write something to keep up with everyone. God forbid, people don't know what I'm thinking or doing. Such interesting things I am doing.
I need new glasses. Well no, I want new glasses.
Who do you know? Will you know them very long? I don't know. I'm not sure. Do you want them here? Maybe. Not all. What do they say? Nothing, not to me. Am I intimidating? I hope not. I just want to know people. Any people.
So many of these get posted at like 4AM. Peak of insanity. Reek of unsanity. It looks like I'm being honest and upfront, but really it's just complicating and contradicting and convulting and contributing and fuck I ran out of words. It's not really truth, it's mostly mayhem. Mostly nonsense. Mostly nothing. Hardly anything. Partially everything.
They get more wild with every break. Especially without context. Madness. I didn't use that word yet. I scrolled up to check.
Everyone should be given a ticket that lasts for a year. It expires 365 days from the day you receive it. The ticket allows you free transit to anywhere, via anything. Bus, plane, boat, train, automobile, bicycle, hovercraft, horse, wolf, dragon, eagle, dog, motorcycle, scooter, skateboard, snowmobile. People should be allowed to see what they want to see. Everyone's allowed to be exposed to places and people. Why not? Why can't we? The year after you graduate, you receive The Ticket. What could happen? How could we change people's lives? How would we progress? I want a Ticket. I think everyone does. Everyone should.
I want to make stuff. I want to make a website. I want to make a video game. I want to make a movie in Brazil. I want to make Kate Upton and Melanie Iglesias my wives.
Red.