Shut Up and Listen Monday May 7, 2001 Two Down, One To Go Just sent in my second script. Planning to tell my mom about this whole thing on Sunday, Mother’s Day. Like the idea of telling her that her baby boy has a job and what is called her day. Hopefully it’ll make her stop worrying about me and not be on my back all the time about getting a job. Message Boards I love message boards. Mainly the Wildstorm/DC ones. Marvel has this log-in shit and Wizard’s are too general and have to many dumb fucks. I posted a message about Ultimate X-Men and how I found Jean Grey and Logan hooking up predictable and I would have rather seen Jean and Storm get together. Now, most people agreed with me, but this one dumb fuck . . . First he called me gay, not that there’s anything wrong with that, and I cleared up the matter. Then he called me a lesbian (I wish!). I cleared up that matter by saying that I am a guy and not gay. Then he called me a lesbian again. So I called him a moron. Go to the Wildstorm message boards if you read any of their titles. Nice people there. Stop in at the Celestial Armoury (in the Monarchy section) and I’ll buy you a drink. Tuesday May 8, 2001 Library Nazi Okay, today, we’re in the library. We’re playing cards (hee hee) and we get kicked out by the Library Nazi. That’s nothing new and I find it funny. This time though, Grizzly Adams had a pop and she didn’t say shit about it. Grizzly wasn’t playing, just watching. Yeah, let’s kick out some guys playing cards in a three-quarters empty library instead of the guy who has a liquid that could actually damage the books in here. I am fed up with stupidity. It’s really starting to get to me and . . . I’m glad I did what I did yesterday. (I will not say too much as to not incriminate myself) Wednesday May 9, 2001 The Leafs They lost. Fuck! Thursday May 10, 2001 Calculus Have my three-quarter exam tomorrow in calculus. Studied a bit, not too worried. Writing in fragments. Still pissed off over the loss. Haven’t got to write much. Need sleep. And I Am Done! Just sent in my third script to Ray. Wrote over three pages today. This script was the shortest of the three, but I like it. I’m not the best judge of my work though. In two hours, I’ll hate what I wrote and wish that I could go back and change the entire thing. That’s normal. I am a perfectionist; if the written work doesn’t match EXACTLY what is present in my head then I freak. I’ve never got the two to mirror one another, it’s impossible. Going to bed now. I fell I deserve a little shut eye, don’t you? Friday May 11, 2001 God, Help Me I’m pretty damn tired. Slept through my TV turning on this morning. Woke up at seven and got dressed and had my bag packed within three minutes. It’s all because I’ve been staying up late for the past three or four weeks. Damn computer. Feels good in a way, not having to write tonight. Worked for a week straight on those scripts. Lunchbox says it doesn’t count as real work because I’d be doing it anyways, whether or not I’d gotten the job for Ray and co. I’m reluctant to agree; writing for fun and this are two different things. Firstly, I’m getting paid! Therefore it’s work! Secondly, there is a lot more pressure to write well. If I write shit that only I’m going to read who cares? If others are going to read it, then I can’t just pull it out of my ass. I did, but I shouldn’t. Thirdly, I’ve rarely ever worked on three scripts for a week straight and lost sleep doing it. I have gone huge stretches of writing for days in a row, but never have I lost sleep that was much needed on a school night. I got like six hours of sleep last night. So, fuck you, Lunchbox, it is too a job, mother schmucker! “Fairy” Tales That’s what we’re doing in drama right now and I am having the time of my life. We’re doing soap opera versions of fairy tales. All you have to do is look at those stories with a skewed vision. Snow White is a prostitute. “I’m a ho, I’m a ho, it’s off to work I go. For one small buck, you’ll get a real long suck. I‘m a ho, I’m a ho, ho, ho . . . ” That was a joint creation of the entire class. The second line was courtesy of Lunchbox. Or Hansel and Gretel are inner-city kids who rob poor old ladies for fun. Sometimes they push ’em into the oven. My favourite has got to be mine and Lunchbox’s Prince Charming story. He’s a man-whore. He’s in EVERY fairy tale and always bags the chick. Think about it. Also, in Sleeping Beauty, there are three good fairies. My suggestion is that Lunchbox, Tom and I play the three “fairies.” Heh . . . Play That Funky Music, White Boy! Go check out www.ampcast.com and look up Dream Conception. Listen to the music and enjoy. Also, I want to create music. Music is a huge part of my life, but I have no talent whatsoever. It kills me! I want to play an instrument. I want to sing. I want to perform. But I suck, so what are ya gonna do? Saturday May 12, 2001 I’m Weird It’s true.