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so much to say and yet so little, maybe point form will help:
-works been hard. some really busy days, then others i just sit around procrastinating. i have this AFC (asutralian film commission, means they have lots of money) short film to do, which i did a very quick temp mix on last year and now i have to go in and redo it properly, put it in surround and generally polish it up, but i'm struggling sooo much. dunno why... i am terrible at starting new projects, i'll sit around and stare at the screen and think about how i'll never be able to make it any good for at least a couple of days, then work 24 hr s a day for the remaining time i have and it turns out okay. does this happen to other people?
- on a side note, i'm kind of in love with the director of it. she's a beautiful woman in her mid thirties, a former acrtress. who holds herself with such sexy grace and intellegence it makes a grown man crumble. and she knows it. always ready with a flirtatious half smile when she wants something. women....pfft
- am content being single. at this stage don't care if I am for the next year. would rather be on my own than pretending to like people more than i really do to have bad desperate sex. eventually i'll meet someone fun.
-read "i am charotte simmons," by tom wolfe, which i thought was great, but i can see how most americans would hate it. he seemed to have a pretty harsh view of american college youth, but seemings as all i know about american colleges i get out of movies like old school, i enjoyed it. the best part is a whole discussion about how much free-thought any of us really have. one of the characters in this book suggested we are like pebbles that become aware of themselves after they have been thrown in the air, and have only the illusion of control as they pullmet to earth.
and after watching my fourth close friend (and first love) get engaged in the last six months i'm inclined to agree. no matter how much small deviations you put into your path, we're all flying on the same pebbly parabola, from birth, to youth, to teenage rebellion, to discovery, to kids, to death. from a distance we all look the same. like ants climbing over each other in the desperate illusion of our own self importance.
ps. i lied. i'm really really in love with a girl at work, who's on a sketch comedy show i work on.. i'd love to ask her out, but i only ever see her at work surounded by people generally much funnier than me. hmmm. a project for this year. ask her out
so much to say and yet so little, maybe point form will help:
-works been hard. some really busy days, then others i just sit around procrastinating. i have this AFC (asutralian film commission, means they have lots of money) short film to do, which i did a very quick temp mix on last year and now i have to go in and redo it properly, put it in surround and generally polish it up, but i'm struggling sooo much. dunno why... i am terrible at starting new projects, i'll sit around and stare at the screen and think about how i'll never be able to make it any good for at least a couple of days, then work 24 hr s a day for the remaining time i have and it turns out okay. does this happen to other people?
- on a side note, i'm kind of in love with the director of it. she's a beautiful woman in her mid thirties, a former acrtress. who holds herself with such sexy grace and intellegence it makes a grown man crumble. and she knows it. always ready with a flirtatious half smile when she wants something. women....pfft
- am content being single. at this stage don't care if I am for the next year. would rather be on my own than pretending to like people more than i really do to have bad desperate sex. eventually i'll meet someone fun.
-read "i am charotte simmons," by tom wolfe, which i thought was great, but i can see how most americans would hate it. he seemed to have a pretty harsh view of american college youth, but seemings as all i know about american colleges i get out of movies like old school, i enjoyed it. the best part is a whole discussion about how much free-thought any of us really have. one of the characters in this book suggested we are like pebbles that become aware of themselves after they have been thrown in the air, and have only the illusion of control as they pullmet to earth.
and after watching my fourth close friend (and first love) get engaged in the last six months i'm inclined to agree. no matter how much small deviations you put into your path, we're all flying on the same pebbly parabola, from birth, to youth, to teenage rebellion, to discovery, to kids, to death. from a distance we all look the same. like ants climbing over each other in the desperate illusion of our own self importance.
ps. i lied. i'm really really in love with a girl at work, who's on a sketch comedy show i work on.. i'd love to ask her out, but i only ever see her at work surounded by people generally much funnier than me. hmmm. a project for this year. ask her out
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The future is an open book, it's hard to say what's gonna happen, but I'd like to go out there in the fall sometime. Hang out for a week or 10 days. Check it out, you know.
I like being single, I have fun meeting people. But I do miss sex. I think I'm too old and responsible for casual sex anymore... hee hee. It's nice not having to worry about the stuff that comes with humping.
Babydaddy! Hahahaa.