| Queen |
[Apr. 12th, 2006|01:51 am] |
Just got back home from Queen at the Rose Garden. Fucking awesome awesome awesome.
the end.
I could say more, but I'm pretty worn. |
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| I'M FUCKIN DONE |
[Mar. 23rd, 2006|08:47 am] |
Just sent in my essay that was due by 9 am, but now I am free. Up all night ARGHHHH gnight yos.
ps who can celebrate tonight? |
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| looking forward to spring break |
[Mar. 21st, 2006|08:43 pm] |
Alright, so I'm going to Vegas for 3 nights then off to LA for the interview. I'm really looking forward to getting out of Eugene for a while and just being able to relax w/out thinking about school or having to do anything. I've been talking back and forth w/the guy who's going to be meeting w/me from Sony, and I was asking about what kind of dress they had around the office and studio. He said since he's worked for Sony he's worn jeans everyday, which is a beautiful thought for me. Fuck ties, fuck suits. Pretty much, It'd be good to nail this thing right on the head.
Other than this, I finished my Astronomy 121 class today w/a shitty final, and I'm glad it's behind me (that's if I fucking pass.. ... BAAA) Only one more final to go, Communication Law on Thursday. Lot's of stress lately. Can't wait to let loose in Vegas. |
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| crazy |
[Mar. 18th, 2006|12:06 pm] |
last night was crazy.
hey for some reason there was a purple coat outside on the ground.. I asked random people if it was their's but no one claimed it. So I have a little purple coat. If it's someones, then tell me and I'll hook you up w/it.
BYE
HEY I ALSO LEFT MY BLACK LEATHER MESSENGER BAG AT THE HOUSE grab it and hold it and i'll grab it! |
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| DONT |
[Mar. 17th, 2006|12:29 pm] |
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I don't wear green, because I'm a dirty son of a bitch. |
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| sleep apnea |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|09:11 am] |
After talking it over with my mom, I've decided that I need to make a few changes in my life before I go to the doctor. I'm just going to change things like.. self-sabotaging my sleep schedule. For instance, me being up all fucking night tonight and I'm still not done with a fucking paper due in three hours when I should have started the paper three days ago. eat better, think better, get exercise(because I haven't done that in like 2 years)and I need someone to teach me yoga? k?
oh and cut back on the alcohol.. which won't be the easiest thing seeing as I'm going to Vegas in a week or so.
back to my paper |
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| sleep disorder |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|12:38 am] |
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I guess I have some sort of sleep disorder where I hold my breath when I sleep. I should talk to my doctor about this, but I hate doctors and I don't think I am going to. Maybe just run more and eat healthier and it will go away?.. yes.. yes. |
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| 6:20 am |
[Mar. 10th, 2006|06:20 am] |
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I was up around 5 am and opened my door to kinda breath some fresh air, and I kinda jumped because there was about 3 inches of snow covering everything. I was happy. Sleep time. bye. |
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| Wrote a sex-scene |
[Mar. 7th, 2006|02:16 pm] |
I think you all should try writing one some day... because it made my day! : D
p.s. all actors are over the age of 18 and I can hereby and thereby and whereby not be persecuted under any law for thinking about BJ naked and that is all.
She felt the soft wool of his sweater and the slight curve of his hips as he shifted his weight into her. She felt the warmth of his skin through his clothes, and pressed her head against his chest. He grabbed onto her back and pushed her into him. He pulled her into himself harder and could feel her small breasts pressing in. From her breasts, she transferred her youth. He could feel it sink under his skin and could feel the sensations of blood moving through his arms. He could feel her body shake, trembling into him. He could feel the blood moving in her arms, and she could feel the blood moving into her arms, and she could feel and see through his eyes and feel and see through her eyes and feel his feet and his tongue on her chest, and he could feel her hair growing out of his skin and her knees buckling, and he could feel the sweat on his back through her fingertips, and as one, they arched in the darkness, arched toward the sky and the earth, arched with the pleasure and the pain and the questions that have plauged all of humanity, in a single moment, living and dying, and then creating and then destroying, and then, they laid there together, with pine needles stuck to their skin, enwrapped and dressed in eachother's skin and blood. |
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| Music Video complete |
[Feb. 22nd, 2006|06:54 pm] |
A few nights ago I went into the editing lab to put together my footage at 5 pm and walked out the next morning at 10am. and this was what the product was.
Xiu Xiu - Crank Heart
works best if you right click it and "Save target as.." or just click it and wait for like 6-7 min. |
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| Good news on the homefront. |
[Jan. 11th, 2006|04:57 pm] |
Over the break I applied for an internship with Sony Pictures. After a few nights of sitting in bed, thinking I shouldn't have said this and I should have said that on my cover letter and thinking about how there's probably a million other people applying for it, they called me and told me they wanted to bring me down to LA for a "meeting". : D
Here is a little cutsey-pastey of what the internship provides: "The intern will have the opportunity to read scripts and provide feedback and will develop a great understanding of a studio's role in the filmmaking process and the management of films. They will see how movies get made - how they are found/bought/released/sold, whether it starts with a script or a finished independent film seeking distribution."
The internship would be over the summer, last 3 months, and would make me happy. So I have three months to prepare and chew my nails before my interview, which is going to be during spring break. I'll just have to remember to stay away from spicy foods the day of the interview... |
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| WHOOO AHH |
[Jan. 6th, 2006|04:23 am] |
My new best friends : )
Etymotic ER•4 MicroPro Earphones |
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| Monkey business. |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|01:07 am] |
I went to see King Kong because why the fuck not. I enjoy Peter Jackson because he's a fat dork, and I enjoy watching him on all the extra footage from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, talking and directing and twaddling his chunky ass around. He did a great job bringing Frodo and the big-eye thingy to life for me, so I went in to see the king of the beasts also.
First off, I think of Jackson as being notoriously sentimental. You can get a taste of this in Lord of the Rings: Return of the King, you know, when it took him 45 minutes to end the show. Jackson wanted to make sure we got to see Frodo make love to, not just Sam, but all the little hobbits and dwarfs before his final trip with the immortal nightelves. King Kong is also soaked in this sort of wishy-washy sentimentality; there are constant closeups of Naomi Watts, with her near-crying eyes and little cutesy nose. (Ok I'd marry her. Come on, 21 Grams... ) Then there are constant reaction shots of King Kong after he sees the cutesy nosed Watts. King Kong scrunches his nose and roars and pounds his chest. King Kong is a silly, but quite serious, creature.
The movie was three hours and so minutes, and it most definitely didn't have to be three hours and so minutes. I felt some parts ((storming dinosaurs((with little men running between their legs)(guess who survived and who didn't)) and little insect animals that ate people whole)) were just introduced as a way to kill off some of the supporting cast. I say just let King Kong eat the slow motherfuckers and get on to the ape/woman loving.
I definitely was a little nervous with Jack Black having such an important role in the movie. I mean, I had just seen him a few months ago in Schooooool of ROCKKKK! It wasn't a complete disaster though. I actually have little to no objections about his acting. /golfclap
Overall, it was sometimes mind-numbing, sometimes exciting, sometimes "oh my god that guy would have totally died. omg this is bullshit, go buy me a soda, ya here's 3 bucks you pay the rest.. ok ok.. shh walk by that guy and give him crotch not the ass", and sometimes sad (like when Watts didn't declothe), and sometimes I just got the feeling that Jackson stretched out the story a bit too much. I wouldn't recommend anyone to actually go and see this, but I wouldn't recommend you not to either. WAIT FOR THE DOLLAR FIFTY! yay!
Also a bit of funny, funny from Sean Burns from the Philadelphia Weekly:"Sure, there may have been a few pictures in the past that took a bit more screen time to get their points across. Schindler's List, for example, lasts exactly eight minutes longer than this popcorn flick about a people-eating ape. On the other hand, Akira Kurosawa's Ran clocks in a full 27 minutes shorter than King Kong." |
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| Calling the frogs! Calling the frogs! |
[Dec. 21st, 2005|05:35 am] |
I have fingertips and a motherfucking bucket over my head.
You could take away the past few months and shove them into my ass
to swim in the shit, shit, shit.
And you can castrate my ejaculating penis and shove it up
with the past few months and the bucket's on my head
and the horse is stolen, and I'm riding it home, god dammit.
Take away everything else from me: the semen soaked towelette
that has been tossed by my feet on my mother's carpet; the two-course
meals and the fractured solar plexus that is strung with pliers and a nail gun across
the gutters of my parent's roof (Plug it in, it works); the deck of cards,
still covered in chunks of hair and half-eaten links of uncooked sausage; and still,
the remnants would only be my skeleton after my skin and organs had slowly decayed and curled and
fallen into a pyramid-like heap on the floor under the seat where I am sitting right now and
the maggots and the worms and the flies would sit and bake in it all and then shit me into
their children's mouths, and I'd pass through the sons and daughters of the maggots
and the worms and the flies for decades,
but my skeleton would still be upright, pounding away on these motherfucking keys. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|02:30 am] |
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Today I got to write some stuff about Chuck Berry and it was fun but now I have to write about Hiroshima and that isn't so much fun but it makes me think about Peter Sellers and I had class from 9am-4pm saturday and sunday learning all about lighting for videovideovideo and I am really tired but still have a lot of work to do so I guess I'll keep doing it and I played darts today with Andrew and it was okay because I beat him a lot and I usually never win at most things except sometimes I win at arm wrestling or "swords" and I'm probably better at eating spicy food than most humans. at least most humans I know. I went to Micah's party last night and it was nice to see him because it had been a while. |
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| You have been chosen to give me some oral, kthanks. |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|04:21 pm] |
I forgot that last night I got "The Island", the new Michael Bay movie with Ewan McGregor and Scarlet Johansson. 
So I was sitting there watching the first bit and was actually impressed. In my mind: Michael Bay, the creator of "Bad Boys" and "Armageddon", had actually given up on jack-me-off car chases and let-me-sit-on-your-face-with-my-asshole sequences made entirely with cgi and created a film that actually promoted and allowed the audience to actively view and interpret scenes. No longer will I have to sit there watching cars run into cars run into cars that run into cars that run into cars that run into cars that run into people with glass shattering and fire balls and worlds exploding and meteors falling and Bruce Willis, outside of Pulp Fiction. Wow, Michael Bay may have done this, I mean I even thought about ethics... ethics and Micael Bay in the same sentence... And then small things began to irritate me. First, there was an enormous amount of in your fucking face product placements for MSN, Calvin Klein, Puma, Xbox, and Aquafina... then I started to think how trashy that shit was and then I started getting really fucking irritated and ground my teeth. About forty minutes in, the action sequences started. My mouth dropped and my brain began to feel numb two-minutes into a 15 minute car-chase sequence.. I left and made some food, laughing to myself about how fucking stupid Michael Bay was. I made some chicken strips and some broccoli and green peas and put a ton of Sriracha in it and got a glass of water and walked back to The Island. The car sequence was still on and now guns were drawn and people were falling from 200 story buildings and crashing through the tops of cars and cars were imploding and I took out my dick and jacked off all over my computer screen, ate my food and then took a shit.
1/10. Fuck you. |
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| Strippers for breakfast. |
[Aug. 28th, 2005|03:37 pm] |
This morning I woke up in the middle of a dream that had something to do with a prostitute or a stripper and a hotel room. And the stripper/prostitute/woman reminded me of Anna Karina. So I threw in Godard's "A Woman Is a Woman" (Une Femme est une Femme)(1961).
It's kind of hard to sum up Godard in writing. His genius is in his honesty; his cinematic games (breaking the "rules of cinema" just for the shit of it) don't detract, but add to his overall scheme. A Woman is a Woman is filled with the unbreakable Godard spirit that is almost spellbinding to watch. Anna and Jean-Paul Belmondo are two of my favorite actors to watch on screen. Godard fearlessly wades through scenes that no one else would ever dare to put on celluloid (Karina is cooking egg, throws it in the air to flip it, runs down stairs, talks on phone, runs back upstairs and catches egg in pan.. I don't think many directors could pull that off without looking... silly. But Godard frames it in a way that makes it playful and magical.)
Anna Karina plays Angela, a stripper whose with a guy named Émile. She wants a baby; he doesn't. They fight and fight and Émile finally suggests that his best friend Alfred impregnate her to make her happy, and things get going from there. Although Godard's storytelling isn't always desperately engaging, his unconventional and personal style of filmmaking makes A Woman is a Woman memorable and lovable.
9/10. -1 because it makes me want to make it with someone who's like... 80 now. |
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| MoovA |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|02:20 pm] |
Since there isn't much going on in Corvallis this summer, I think I'll just kind of write about movies I've been watching. Last night I sat down to Woody Allen's Love and Death, which was done in 1975 between Annie Hall and Sleeper, two completely different kinds of Allen films. Love and Death hints at a more "intellectual"-Allen. It's part one-liner, off the wall Sleeper and part highbrowed Annie Hall. I usually don't connect with Allen's more slapstick, Groucho Marxy comedies as much as I'd connect with his later films like Hannah and Her Sisters or Crimes and Misdemeanors, but Love and Death hit a middle ground where some of Allen's other influences began to shine through. The movie's a spoof on 19th century lit, with Allen running around fighting in wars and trying to marry his cousin (Diane Keaton). Allen gets in duels and plans to assassinate Napoleon. It's all very Woody and a lot of the time very funny.
There's also some great homages to Bergman's The Seventh Seal with the cloaked, talking Death who is hammered with questions by a red-headed, puberty-stricken Allen, and another homage to Persona with some crazy, close-upped two shots with some nonsensical dialogue about "wheat". Other than that there's lots of Jewish and sex jokes. A great film and worth a viewing if you've only seen some of Allen's more serious material.
Just cause I have a impulse to always put a number value to things: 8/10. |
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| Songs for a deaf man |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|03:33 am] |
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I drank seven liters of water and timed the duration between pisses. On average, it was around every 13 minutes. Then I went to this little used bookstore and found two books on Ingmar Bergman, which gave me something to do besides drinking water and urinating. Corvallis is a fucking hole of a city. |
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