Same ole’ same ole’. Too much to say, to little time to say it in.

I thought about doing a lyrical update the other day…yannow…some mood swing stuff. Speaking of which, I’ve seen this idea called “Soundtrack of your life”. It’s where you take memeorable moments in your life and pick the music that would play if there were a movie made of your life. I’ve seen a friend of a friend do this…again a friend of mine also did this.

I do apologize for being too lethargic to update. I have been spending my evenings when I get off early drinking sour apple Smirnoff, puffing on Camacho Monarcas and watching movies from my personal collection. Suffice it to say that it makes for “the good life“. In fact, I am currently enjoying a Monarca right now as I type this. Bought a box. Thinking about changing to the Churchill. We’ll see.

So…news. Uh…I haven’t washed dishes in months. El famila is pretending like they don’t know about the Pimpmobile. I thought I pissed you off. But you left me a comment. I feel loved. You say you occasionaly monitor this site. That’s encouraging. I hope you find the small service(s)? I perform encouraging as well. As for you, well, I’d like to get to know ya. And as for you, well, it’s been nice getting to know you and I hope that everything works out. As for you, my offer still stands. Be all of that as it may, I dare say that it is time to move on. Kudos to Slandingo for showing me what life’s all about.

I scheduled an appointment with a dentist I know…will take care of that that same day that I go to that pimple on God’s ass, Juanita. He he he. I think my wisdom teeth are finally coming in. Bet they gotta get cut out. I can’t chew without bitting my cheeks. But that costs money that I don’t have and that el famila won’t surrender. I should get braces despite my utter hatred for them. Need straight, clean teeth.

Got an interesting wake up call the other day. I had posted my resume on the Alabama Job website (the official site of the State). Some temp agency has a two week, thirty-two hour a week position that pays $12/hr for A+ stuff. Could possibly lead to a programming position. We’ll see how that goes. Start March 30. Speaking of calls, I was harassed all last week by someone who claimed that I gave her my number at work. She kept wanting to meet and have sex. Turns out it was a 14 year old masquerading as a 23 year old. Bitch.

Almost moved a week or so ago. The apartment we looked at was excellent. But Reggie was draggin’ his ass. So they gave it away (it was the only 2 bedroom, 2 bath that they had). Orignally it rented out for $1300/mo…they were going to give it to us for $650/mo. Said they had townhouses in that price range. We’ll see if they call back tomorrow. Must get out of ghetto.

One of my A/V buddies called my from Hollywood today. He shook hands with Ron Howard. I told him had that been me, I’d started talking shop and had a job by the time that it was all said and done with. Yannow…pull a Spendburg. Speaking of such things, one of my other A/V buddies has just about completed a film noir script. As soon as the first draft is ready along with a DVD of clips to illustrate the tone, feel, and style of production, we have an artist standing by to draw the storyboards. I think that this production will be a lot of fun.

On the whole being in LA thing…I’ve come to a conclusion: I think that I will try to sneek out to MO and visit this guy in May. Definitely going to Miami in August. Sounds like I have a place to stay rent free when I do go, but I’m going to spend two consecutive days at the Fontaine Bleau. But I’m confused. Is it Door Number One or is it Door Number 2. Also, I want to plan a trip to Hollywood, CA before the year is out…it might have to wait until after the first of the year though if I’m planning those trips…something tells me it’s gonna be hectic trying to get out there during the holidays. Then I’m gonna pull a Spendburg.

Other than that, my life has been dull. No girlfriend. No one to hold close at night. I’ve been babbling about writing a script or two, but have made little progress. Lethargy is a disease. I never have energy anymore unless I have an Amp. But I think they are loosing their effect on me. I just want to be a successful director/programmer with a nice house, car and wife already.

So, are there any questions, or are we all satisfied?

I know that an update has been long overdue. I’ve been trying to get around to doing so for the past week/week and a half. Lots of interesting stuff.

So much to say…I think I’ll let this one be a stream of consciousness. That way I’ll cover all the bases. Everyone tells me that my blog is scattered anyway, so what the hell, eh? Speaking of my blog, has anyone noticed that I haven’t used as many inline headings? Don’t know why that’s so, but it is so. So deal.

I wonder how many people I’ve pissed of with my blog to the point of they just don’t read it anymore. Frankly, I don’t care. I’m passed caring. You’ve only got one life to live and I’m not about to be held back by someone else being offended by what I write. This is the internet, the one and only place we are allowed true free expression and by God, I’m gonna express my happy ass exactly as how I see fit. So again, deal.

Midterms
A good friend of mine is having three or four this week and one more next week. Good luck lulu. While also on the subject, there’s a girl that works at an academic institution here in town that I’ve taken a likening to. Intelligent, social girl, I must say. I’ve come to the edge of the precipice of asking her for her number several times, but considering the fact that I’d be on the clock doing so and that I still have to see her several times a week to do my job, that might not be the best move. Besides, we don’t really know each other. Perhaps I am too much of a pansy.

Had a talk about this very subject with a friend the other day. It’s a vicious cycle. You want a girl that you can pour all of yourself into so bad, but then you never make a move because you figure that either she’s with someone right now or has just gotten out of a bad relationship and doesn’t want to be with guys period i.e. borderline lesbianism. So you never ask. And you never get. And you become more depressed. Maybe it’s just due to the fact that you don’t want to be hurt again. Maybe it’s because you don’t know how to play the game and just want to skip straight to the passionate “I’m madly in love with you love/life is an adventure/where will this day take us?” Love takes time. Humans take time. Time is a valuable commodity these days. That’s why we use computers. Make more time by doing more work in fractions of what it would take to do so manually.

Speaking of manuals, I love my 5 speed.

Heard through the grapevine that Dr. Franks broke his leg…sources say it was ice skating, I believe it was the skiing trip. Would have called. Should have called. But I didn’t. I didn’t call on Mom’s birthday and I didn’t call on their anniversary. It’s apparent they don’t want me to be part of their family, so why harass them? I mean, after all, if they really cared or thought that I cared, they would have called and told me about this if it were true. Would I have been sympathetic? Probably not. But I would have had the choice to be. I don’t even know if they know about the car. Haven’t called or commented. Thought about deleting their numbers out of my phone. That would be vindictive. But they never call. The only one that did is my sister, and even then we didn’t have that great of conversations.

I never connected with anyone in that family. It was too competitive. No one cared. We were all selfish. All I wanted was to hear Dad say that he’s proud of me. But all I do is let him down. If he only knew half the shit I’ve gotten into. And I never connected with my sister either. There was too much sexual tension in the house. Maybe that’s why I don’t get along with women. I won’t even touch a girl. Too uncomfortable. Makes me feel evil. Rotten life. Couple that with severe BDSM tendencies and you have one hell of a mix.

I feel like I’m Nick Cage’s character in The Weather Man.

Dave Spritz

What must you think of me? You’re family-leaver. Your non-meteroligist, yet weatherman frosty-taking fuck-happy son. Don’t die yet Robert. Give me time to get it together. Give me a little while. Let me get the Hello America job. I can get it together.”

But I know that I won’t. But I won’t settle either. That’s why I’m going to go on and make my millions. Live the American dream. God I should be writing scripts instead of this bullshit.

Dave Spritz

My mom discovered an idea known as a living funeral in a book she read to help her with Robert dying. It’s where somone’s family and friends gather like they might at the person’s funeral only when the person’s alive, so they can see everybody.

When I think of my dad, I think of Bob Segear’s Like a Rock.

and then the power went out. Then, when the lights came back on in 40 minutes, everyone had pretty much forgotten that I was talking and we never finished that part of the thing. So my speech was, “When I think of my Dad, I think of Bob Seager’s Like a Rock.” That’s all I said at my dad’s living funeral…something about Bob Seager.

Alright, well enough of that. There’s so much more I want/need to say, but I’m waay late for going to Monevallo to hang with Timon for his B-day. We’re going out to eat (don’t know where yet) and then hopefully we’ll catch a showing of Freedomland. Someone remind me to update on the whole “dating” thing. And if you have any questions (this one’s really for you Eric,) just ask and I’ll answer. Oh yeah, someone needs to tell me to talk about Big Cove and work too.