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Friday, June 12th, 2009
Time:
2:18 pm.
Mood:
happy.
Music:
click click click.
So I was just sitting here at work and I thought to myself... "Man... What about Livejournal?"
And so here I am.
Let's see here. I've recently moved to Sherman Oaks, CA with Brandon Walz and Lynn Hewitt. The former being my best friend in the world for 15 years and the latter being the girl of my dreams (and girlfriend for 4 years).
I've been writing quite a bit and will soon have stories published in Locust Magazine and Morpheus Tales.
almost twenty one and i still don't really do anything.
i haven't been going to school and i've been working so much. spending time with lynn.
i'm working on this movie. it's like Rashomon... not at all. but it'll be amazing. especially if i can talk peter into a dress... and then right back out of it!
i still need to figure out about half of the cast, print the script, make release forms, and location scout. but other than that it's pretty much in the bag.
no diving, where have you gone?
i think the thing that upsets me the most is how easy it is for me to do nothing. i come from a long line of people that have just fallen asleep in the getaway car before they even leave for the bank.
Come celebrate the year of 2007 with No Diving and special guests Alowishious Farhatt and Addora Lush at Alley Katz in Richmond, VA! The doors open at 6pm and tickets are $7! If you're in the Richmond area, come by! If you're not, ROAD TRIP! This show will not disappoint and will be only amazingness.
I've worked this dream into what i've been writing for Wrimo.
Only instead of "Peter" it is "Bartender". And instead of short... it's long.
so i'm at barnes and noble with peter. everything feels drunk. i pick up a book with a picture of a spiral on it's spine. i tell peter to come over and look at it. he examines it and laughs, "it looks like two Gandhis fucking."
i look down at the picture. nope, it's still a spiral. but i laugh and say "yeah... i guess it does." and it feels like i honestly think so...
I went home the other day. As soon as I walked through the door my grandmother said to me," Andrew! Crocodile Dundee just died!" and I nearly collapsed.
Later I found out she was actually referring to Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter, and not the amazing, multi-talented, Paul Hogan.
And so I suppose I'll greet Mr. Steve Irwin's death with both a sigh of relief and a mournful whimper. Because... death isn't fun. Especially crazy-fucked-up-Sting-Ray death.
I guess the lesson we should all pull from this is: Sting rays will FUCKING kill you.
You'll be missed, Mr. Irwin. You've been missed, Mr. Hogan. How bout a little less tax fraud and a little more acting, eh?
My mother has had the same job since I was born. My father has had several different jobs... none of which have gotten him anywhere, really.
Note to Andrew: Get off your fucking fat ass and do something. Sure, the ideas may be good... but they're worthless when you keep them inside.
I haven't seen my dad in about two months and I'm not really sure how to. Ugh.
I'm not actually in a bad mood or anything.
Oh. I have a tattoo. I've had a tattoo. Well, two of them. One is in my mouth and the other is located on the back of my arm. It says, "Lonesome No More!"
Well, I guess I should eat some lunch or something. Or... something.
Currently it is 76.5 degrees outside. Currently it is 83.3 degrees inside. I will have to put on hold the feasting on taco remnants left over from a dinner I never had. It's time for Andrew to take a cold-ass shower.
I was just getting online before bed and happened to check my email:
Dear Andrew
Thank you for your entry - much enjoyed.
Competition was fierce, but I'm pleased to announce that you have been chosen as the winner. The entry will be printed in Issue Five, Commerce (due out as soon as I can get it finished).
Please let me know the address to which you would like your prize sent (copy of Pseudo-City signed by the author).
Regards
James Paul Wallis
editor, the Orphan Leaf Review www.orphanleaf.co.uk
Lynn, my sister, and I saw They Might Be Giants a few days ago. They were very good. My sister had never been to DC (or a concert) before. We saw people on soapboxes preaching about something. She said "I thought that stuff was only in movies!"
In the Mouth of Madness = awesome movie. See it if you have not.
They Might Be Giants = amazing band. Throw your money at them.
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