4.30.2005

dream theatre



i had this weird dream. Every so often, in real life, i say an aloud prayer in front of people. I hate doing this. I dont know why, but theres something really private about praying, and it just feels wrong.

But i had this dream, in which i was praying in front of my parents and family pre-feeding. Im hating it as per usual. Suddenly i pause mid-prayer. I can hear shuffling amongst the crowd, as this i imagine is off putting seeing as how people gotta eat. I suddenly start screaming at the top of my lungs. i say something like "God...thank you for Jesus for making this FUCKING SHITTY ASS CROCK OF SHIT PIECE OF SHIT WORLD DOWN TRODDEN SHITTY ASS PLANET THAT SUCKS COCK AND VOMIT AND IS COVERED WITH PIECE OF SHIT PEOPLE (it went on forever)...bareable."

Then everyone started vomitting everywhere, while my parents stood looking at me.
Thats all i can remember.

I woke up with the urge to listen to Beck. but haven't.




They say NASCAR in garden state.....

4.24.2005

so we think were important



and we think that we make sense, and we think there is somehting better on the other side of this fence.

There is a huge difference in a career and a job. anyone can get a job. Some folks love their jobs...obviously im not in that category, and hope never to be. I think i will be perfectly content to hate 9 to 5 jobs the rest of my life. As i learned from the offspring at an early age which has remained true since i've thought about it..."its cool to hate" things that deserved to be hated atleast secretly. I could go on here, but will leave it at that....jobs deserve to be hated and i think God would agree. But a career....thats a passion...with goals, and success and failure. Things we all want and sort of thrive off of. I can fail and succeed at my job...but honestly....i wont remember the next day if someone at black eyed pea fills out a positive comment card or actually tells me thank you when i give them their sack of various fried foods. Careers are just a lot more interesting....because you care, and ultimate pleasure is at stake.
You could show me any number of scientific thing that tried to break down what it is that makes us want a career/goals/successes/failures, and i would not buy into you.I just wouldn't care. It's a phenomena to me. Something not driven by money or sex or anything....just a feeling you get.....aah....accomplishment.
Sitting in a room with a hundred people laughing at something you wrote or put together or allowed someone else to do is probably as good as i will ever feel without going into spiritual things. Granted, its pretty self centered....but it is mine, and it always is, even if i felt major success through the avenue of finding a way to house every person in austin and find the homeless jobs in australia taking a piss every 3 hours for a living....youre doing it for you, because helping others makes you feel good.
We are selfish beings, and to me...its impossible not to be all the way, because I cant really see into your consciousness. I can relate to it, but ultimately to me, its just me.
Its all how you look at it. To be honest, a huge goal of mine, for some reason, that will probably never happen, would be to give everyone i know a chance to do what they love/ employ them, and we would all just live well and have success/failure and fun for the rest of our days. theres a million and a half in one chance this could ever happen....but that would probably be the biggest accomplishment of my lifetime. Granted...most of you wouldn't really want to work for me....but hey....if i owned owned a magazine, a production company, or a recording studio....would you? Atleast for a little bit. maybe not.
This is ultimately fucking selfish as hell.
But i just really like the people i know....
So careers are pretty much totally better than jobs.

Im now the post-production supervisor for RIL pictures' 30 minute short "NecRomancer"
this is an unpaid position...but not being paid is so hott right now.

4.20.2005

damn look at that ass...


420



gonemad

things i think are sad about me:
-i have a pretty small penis
-im pretty short (excuse for penis size)
-i have a receding hairline
-i have no real raw talent that really is special
-i have low testosterone levels
-im obsessed with death
-i have little confidence

when will my predator come and eat me?


im sure i forgot something....feel free to add to this short list.

4.13.2005

follow up



im really tired of hearing people talk about or reading blurbs about Iron and Wine or Of Montreal and The Marz Volta.
these "bands" are shit to me, and i guess im just missing the point.

id rather listen to fairly more commercial stuff:

E-Pro - Beck
rolling on the river - tina turner
number one spot - ludacris
ruby dont take your love to town - cake
feel good inc. - gorillaz
cant get you out of my head - kylie monogue
Bring Your Own Bombs - system of a down
axes of evil - 3 inches of blood
little sister - queens of the stone age
purple - Horse the band


Pecan Pie Ice Cream and Uh-Oh Oreos are a pretty good combination of a lethal dose of sugar.


also....
This is just a bad idea...

4.12.2005

20 something


im coming to understand what it is to be "20 something"
here is some random shit.

does anyone want to go see doug stanhope this thursday at cap city comedy club? i will get tickets if someone wants to go with little old me.

someone in houston actually thinks i can do something with my life, and sent me an email today about a job interview. they are something of a marketing/advertisement firm...very small i assume. crazy. im sure i wont get it...i love how nervous i get on interviews....i often want to piss myself. I think i can say i can do "graphic design" but idunno...that might be lying.

im going to a stock car race this saturday...not the Sunday race, which is comparible to "major league", but rather its the cheaper "minor league" race....this is one area of interest that i have that gets a bad wrap amongst hip college kids. But i enjoy it all the same...

"My" film (not solely mine by any means), Abstinence Man and the Orgy of Death, after being played here in Austin at the JumpCut Film Festival, is now being played at a four day festival in Denver. Which i am set to attend in 2 weeks. Im quite excited....wouldn't you be?

Last night I applied for a job at the home shopping network....what's another word for desperate?

I've been sick for approximately 3 weeks now. This cold/sinus infection keeps morphing into a new sickness, with only one constant: My ears are still filled with fluid. I dont like to make time for health, but i guess i need to go to a doctor.

I actually made a B- on my philosophy exam. At first i wasn't excited, but then i was ecstatic abou this. I really like existentialism. It inspires me to think differently about all the dismal thoughts ive had in the past 5 years or so, and challenges me in several ways as I try to decipher linguistics and the concepts they are they try to build. Especially Sartre's "nothingness"
im having trouble in my head.

I never got to do this when i was younger...so im getting it out of me. I'm in the misdst of a vicious prank war.
and loving it.


i need to sleep for like 30 hours. this inability to just fucking lay down is so uncool right now.