Okay so apparently I’m doing this, just as no one’s giving a crap about blogging anymore. I have a hard time writing about reality. Especially mine. I think I’ll do that “stream of consciousness” type deal where I just say whatever comes to mind. Enjoy.
Alright. So here I am in the OC. I know, right? Totally the American dream sunny California movie stars and orange trees and shit. Not really but sorta. It is beautiful here. Everyday. I could see a crack addict getting high in an alley and think, this is a beautiful day. The air is cool and it’s always green and these amazing flowers are everywhere. And everyone is so NICE. I mean it!
If someone passes you, chances are they’ll wave hello. Even the muggers apologize for frightening you!
They’re like, “I’m so sorry …It’s just I can’t make rent without mugging people. Here, no! Keep the wallet and I.D. and stuff I just need your eight dollars and credit cards. Thank you! I’m so sorry. This isn’t a gun it’s just my hand in my pocket with my index and middle fingers pointed at you! I don’t want you to get PTSD or anything after I leave. Okay, thanks again! Love the AMEX!”
JK. I haven’t been mugged lately. I’ve barely gone anywhere; I have HBO. (6 months for FREE) I’ve watched Psycho, The Princess Bride, The Town, Say Anything, Live Free or Die Hard, Splice, Wallstreet…wait, wait, wait…
I have to talk about Live Free or Die Hard for a second. Okay. So this movie is one of those films with a symbiotic combination of elements I enjoy despite how stupid it makes me feel. Like for example a movie with Tim Olyphant and Justin Long is automatically too good. Trust me. And Tim’s like hacking into the Pentagon with his Blackberry and kidnapping people. My favorite part was when he shot Justin Long in the knee and I screamed, “NO!” as if to prevent it.
Anyhow -- and The Town OMG! I want to date a guy who comes home with blood on his knuckles and I say, “Honey, what happened?” and he goes “Nothin. Just fightin.” And I say, “With who?” and he’s like, “No one! Stop hassling me! Guy’s lucky he just got tuned up.”
It’s terrible because every time my roommate Kimberly turns the corner she sees me watching TV with chip crumbs on my chest, hypnotized. She’s running around doing all of these super productive tasks like making dinner from scratch with organic vegetables and “networking” and being generally energetic. I cannot tell you how bad this makes me look in comparison.
I mean we’re both in graduate school and she’s doing school work all the time and I’m watching Splice despite the fact that it completely disgusted me in the first five minutes of the opening scene. I’m not too concerned about my classes. That’s the thing. When the semester ends and we both have the same grades, Kim’s gonna be thinking to herself, “What the hell? But she watched TV all the time!” I’ve been doing it all my life. I have a system and I’m not about to abandon it now.
And … minor complication … I’m kinda in love with Kim’s boyfriend. I didn’t even know she had one for the longest time. She never said word one and all of a sudden, dude comes over with flowers for both of us. What a nice young man. He’s a screenwriter. Kim’s in the Film Program and yet somehow has not seen any of the movies I have ever mentioned and she’s never once even watched our TV. He came over and we immediately started talking about movies. I showed him my DVD collection. (Kim doesn’t even own a single DVD. I know –she’s a freak.) Anyway…he had seen almost all of them and arranged them in order of his most favorite to least. We talked about directing. We talked about how Fight Club was largely misunderstood. We talked about film script ideas and writing. I’m a writer too though I’m not studying writing at the moment. As you can probably tell from my deteriorated ability to correctly use the English language.
Even more awkwardly … I -of course- decided to tag along and 3rd-wheel-it with Kim and her BF at the street fair. We walked down the block to meet a new friend of Kim’s from the film program (a plain girl wearing a fedora that had a feather in it). And then we headed down to where the fair was. We found it by following the crowds upon crowds of people acting like the fair was a new Disney attraction.
The whole time, Kim and her fedora friend power-walked a half a mile ahead of her BF and I. I’ve gotta tell you…I didn’t mind. We talked the entire time. He made me laugh -which rarely happens. And okay he’s not bad looking. He said that his outfit was not something he would normally wear but was instead something he wore for Kim’s benefit. He was wearing a Lacoste Shirt with a popped collar and khakis.
I don’t know what to make of that.
Anyhow, blogging isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I can’t fill you in on everything all at once like this. So … more to come.
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