Month: July 2003

5 questions from myheadspace.

(P.S. I don’t know how to do that thing, where you write like, myheadspace (and it is underlined) and then you can click on it to go to their site. So, if you were to try to click on myheadspace to get on her diary, it wouldn’t turn into an arrow and take you there, it would just be the vertical cursor. Sorry. If I had this magical talent to do this, I would have Orlando Bloom click HERE things all over my diary. But this is why my template blows)


My head space says:

as i explained to luvabeans, i’m really bad at just asking questions without qualifications and follow up questions. so if several questions were related, i just counted them as one question. also, you may notice that most of the questions are the same ones i asked her. this is partly because i am lazy and cheesy and partly because i really like those questions. ok, you may pick up your number 2 pencil and begin.

1. you’re a filmmaker. neat. so i have a bunch of questions about that. when did you decide that’s what you wanted to do?

Anniewaits18 says: My junior year in college. I was going to San Diego State University constantly changing my majors. First, I was a bio-chemistry major with a minor in English. Then I was an English major with a minor in Psychology. Then I was an English major with two minors: psychology and sociology. Then I was a interdisciplinary major (which is three minors) in biology, sociology and english. Then, I decided to be a Double Interdiciplinary Major (which means 6 minors) in English, biology, sociology, psychology, chemistry and philosophy.

Anyway, my whole problem with college is that anything I focused on and related to society and its crazyness, I wanted to do or learn about, I wanted to major or minor in.

Here’s the kicker that finally led me to film: In all my classes that I did, I would ask the professor (I did this in high school as well) if I could make a video about it instead a paper. 9 out of 10 times, they obliged (especially when I offered to do a paper on how I did the video or something)

So in my English class, I did a mock documentary on Amy Tan and her being a “white-washed” Asian-American. For biology, I did a video on schizophrenia and did this cheesy ending where the actors would say “and you can learn more about schizophrenia in these books” in a cheesy-Reading-Rainbow type of way. I did a whole bunch of other projects and one day (I don’t know when) I decided to take a film class.

Loved the ONE film class I took. I decided, film has to be the thing for me…because essentially, I can study any disciplinary and put it in a film. Outbreak? A film about the CDC and virus (biology). American Beauty? A film about a dysfunctional family (psychology). Bowling for Columbine? A film about societies and their obsession with guns. It seemed almost too good to be true.

So, in this film class, the prof was saying, if you were seroius about film, the three best film schools to go to would be NYU, UCLA and USC. I already lived in California so I decided to apply to NYU (That, and because I originally wanted to go there in my freshman year as a pre-med person but decided to figure out if I REALLY wanted to be a doctor)

I decided, if I got in, I would drop EVERYTHING and move there. If not, it was not meant to be and I would stay in my double major interdisciplinary thingy (which would take me 6 years to finish I think)

I got in.

who are your filmmaker role models?

I have three:

David Fincher– He started off doing commercials and music videos (I originally wanted to be a music video director) and then did films like Seven and Fight Club. What’s so great about David Fincher is that he really pays attention to moments and if a scene feels right. Further, he’s very technical. So, to have those two worlds merged together, KICK ASS FILMMAKER. Usually directors are one or the other (I tend to be more about acting and writing rather than about scene composition and background design, which I am working on)

Michael Moore– The dude sold all his crap to make Roger and Me…this awesome documentary about Flint, Michigan and how General Motors closing down and how it affected/effected the job market in his hometown. When this guy does documentaries many things happen: You laugh (it’s usually pretty funny), you cry (some of the stuff is heart wrenching yet not supersaturated with sugar) and you THINK about your beliefs and what the hell is going on in the world…which doesn’t happen nearly enough it seems.

P.T. Anderson– the dude takes risks (see Magnolia) and he is also a technical and actor director. (In Magnolia, Tom Cruise was very angry and seemed sort of frustrated on the scene. After the scene, P.T. Anderson went on stage and tapped on the table and said “It’s okay, Tom” and they started the scene again. THIS TIME, Tom Cruise threw the desk up on its ass (if desks were to have asses) and continued the scene and the moment just seemed right. I don’t think I retold this story very well)

what about their work do you love?

Oops. I just explained. Please see above.

what kinds of projects are you interested in doing?

I’m told I have a knack for comedy. All through film school, all my stuff has been comedy. I once tried to do a drama about a relationship and it just turned into a comedy (I don’t know how). But basically, I want to do a SMART comedy and/or documentary. Something that doesn’t go for cheap jokes and something that exposes society for its ignorance. Also, I DON’T want to preachy films. Those suck.

Ultimately, I want to be Ang Lee and be able to do any film and any genre.

what’s your favorite moment that you’ve captured on film?

Hmm.. can I put moments? Basically, I don’t have a PARTICULAR moment but rather, but I tend to do, is let the camera keep running at the end of a scene to see if the actors will improv something off the bat. Those are the best because since I still haven’t said “cut” they feel the need to add something. Some of the best stuff comes out of improv and stuff I could never have written.

what are those rookie mistakes that you’re embarrassed by?

Lord, we will be here forever. But, I guess, the number one rookie mistake is not to let film guys intimidate me. What happens, sometimes, being the only girl, guys tend to dictate and boss you around on how YOUR film should go. I’m all about collaboration (some of the best stuff comes from that) but some of my films which I know could’ve come out SO MUCH BETTER is because I didn’t stand my ground.

So now, I’m just VERY VERY particular on who I choose to be my film crew/family because you want a very trusting and open environment to make sure that a) YOU don’t feel stupid as a director and b) everyone can be free to experiment without some asshole who says that’s not the thing to do.


2. if you could have a superpower which one would you choose? why?

I would choose to beam myself anywhere in the world. I think I”m bi-coastal. I’m on the east coast, I want to go to the beach in the west coast. I’m on West Coast, I want to go the East Coast so I have people to relate to. If I could be able to beam myself depending on my mood, I think I would in heaven. (I think that is what heaven is)


do you remember the first time that you heard about it? has your answer to this question changed over time?

Yeah, I always said “To be able to fly” but then, if I wanted to go, say New Zealand, man, it would take forever and I think I would get cold and tired. People tend to forget the reality of it all. And it would suck if none of your friends could fly with you.

if the only two options were flying and invisibility, which one would you pick and why?

Flying. To sit on a cumulus cloud would be DOPE! And imagine the film angles! (If only a camera wasn’t so heavy). Invisibility, I think, messes with the issue of privacy. What’s the point of that? Then people would be paranoid (I would) It’s crossing the line.

3. you’re an almost three month old diarylander. how did you get involved in d-land?

hahahaha.

I was talking to my friend Kerbang on the telephone and he says “Guess what, I have a diary”. Kerbang always sends me hilarious emails so his diary HAS to be the shit.

So I became addicted to his diary and the other diaries he had linked (Gumphood, Datchery, Uncle Pumpkin..et al) Finally, I broke down and started one myself. Probably out of jealousy.

how much time do you spend writing entries?

I usually think of something driving home or while I’m on my lunch break. I tend to be a bulimic writer…Absorb all this crap and remember all this crap and then purge it on the computer. It’s mostly a form of therapy and anger managment.

reading other diaries?

Depends on the day. But usually in the morning, I read Gumps (who always has something in the morning) and then when I get home from work, I usually spend about 2 hours reading diaries, returning email and chatting online.

do you read diaries that aren’t on d-land?

Yup. I started on Livejournal and so, I come back from time to time to see what’s going on (and my sister is on livejournal but I’m trying to convert her to d-land) and a friend of mine who does blogspot. But that’s about it.

which is your favorite (on or off) and why?

This is biased because my favorite is of a person I actually know (Kerbang’s) and so I know how he would actually say it in real life. I’m not sure if he would be my favorite if I DIDN’T know him. Further, he’s a fellow starving artist such as myself, so the relatable factor is present. However, Gumphood comes a close second (who I’ve met in real life, and if I knew HIM more than Kerbang, this answer might be reversed) and Datchery also comes close (but again, this is because I know of him)

which of your own entries is your favorite?

Lord. Probably…the boyfriend application. It evoked such a strong response.

do you go back and read your entries and laugh your ass off?

I do go back but I do NOT laugh my ass off. I actually think, Jesus Christ, what a piece of crap…and people actually READ this crap?

I tend to laugh more at the things I used to write on the back of pictures. (I once wrote “If my aunt had wheels she’d be a bicycle. In other words, keep this picture so you don’t forget what I look like.)

Or old emails that I’ve written (that people save and somehow, I get to revisit when I see them or whatever)

what other online non-diary sites suck up your time?

http://www.benfolds.com and any futurama site. But diaryland people much takes the cake.

4. what was the best vacation you ever took?

Ooh. this is tough. Probably my road trip across the nation. (although, LONDON was fucking kick ass) However, what makes my road trip slightly better than my London trip is that when I returned back home, I had the BEST SEX EVER!!!!!!!

why?

The whole dirty aspect of it all. We didn’t take showers for days, we didn’t comb our hair for days. We lived off on granola bars and diet coke. And it bonded our friendship (I went with one of my best friends) for life. And you just go on so many unprecedented adventures you would never expect. I just thought it would give me a greater appreciation for showers, soaps and my life.

where?

Oh..I just did this. Well, from San Diego to New York and back. In a week.

with whom?

One of my best friends Kathleen. I’ve known her since birth and one of the few friends who will do whatever crazy adventure I say. I said “Hey, you want to drive to New York in two weeks?” she said “Okay.” and two weeks later and 600 bucks between us, we were driving to New York.

what did you do?

picked a flower out of every state. Go hyped up on red bull. Memorized the song “The Cadillac Song” and “What’s the dilly-yo” by Mest. Talked about everything and anything. Got tickets. Got stuck in a boat in Louisiana. Spent the nights at not-so-random people houses. Peed in the parking lot of the Pentagon. Video cameraed ourselves singing in the car and (thank god) erased it later with the Utah mountains.

did you do it again?

Hells yeah. But a different path. (We plan to go next May (if) I move to Boston. But we’re going to go through Canada this time. We went through the South last year.

if not, are you going to? tell me every detail.

huh?

did you keep a travel log?

Yeah. It was hard though. It’s on

http://www.livejournal.com/users/anniewaits18

5. how did you meet your best friend and what makes them best friend worthy? or if you can’t choose just one, go with a couple of them.

Lord. I think my personality is so complicated that I need certain facets of it to be satisfied by completely different people. So I guess, I will do it by…uh…area?

San Diego:

Girls: Jirrah, Kathleen and my sister

J- by default, I just known her my whole life and whatever growth or changes we go through, we never think we are too good for the other. And we share some weird tastes (like, we love driving through mountains at 3 in the morning because the light behind the dark mountain is so fucking pretty and we like to look at beautiful houses and dream about living there with our kick ass (soon-to-be) husbands)

Kay- She’s down with the spontaneity. Gotta have that. And she cries with you when you need a good cry. And she never judges.

Jasmine (my sister)– She’s so much like me..which forges the best love/hate relationship you can possibly have. It’s great when your sister is your best friend.

Boys:

Tyler: Funny, Hot and tells you straight out how to solve a problem. We’re really balanced as friends and he keeps me from going too far in the deep end. And he can keep up intellectually and film-wise (we once went to a party and Tyler said “Damn, this is great, got my beer, got a good seat on the couch, (looks at me) got the intellectual stimulation) and he’s great with guy advice. (and usually is right)

Wilbur: Technically he is my godbrother. But he’s like Tyler. So, he’s more like a Tyler patch when Tyler is not available.

East Coast:

Angela: Probably the most sardonic woman I know. She is brilliant (see the entry: Angela) and so intelligent and witty it drives me crazy.

Cooper: Great guy friend. Great shoulder to cry on. Great filmmaker. Great listener. Great person who likes to bitch.

I’m sure I have more, but really, who cares?

bonus question (not question number six, because that would be straying from the five-question format): what is your favorite color and your least favorite color?

Blue is favorite

Gray is least favorite.

is it one specific shade of those colors, or do you love/hate them all?

Love all of blue. Hate all of gray.

why?

Blue is just so calming. And in essence, I want to be calm. And it represents so many things I would like to be (Red would be a runner up because of the whole passion aspect) Ironically (or not so ironically) my tattoo is red and not blue.

Gray is just so boring.

is there an emotional response that you have to them?

Anyone who gets me something (like a gift or something) in the color blue shows that they pay attention to who I am. So this evokes an emotional response of gratefulness and caring and other crap. Memorizing a person’s favorite color may seem insignificant but to me, it’s the easiest way to be specific in how you know a person. (just look at weddings)

did you have different favorite colors when you were younger?

Nope. Blue my whole life.

if yes, how many have you gone through and what were they?


here’s the cut and paste part:


1 — Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.

2 — I will respond; I’ll ask you five questions.

3 — You’ll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.

4 — You’ll include this explanation.

5 — You’ll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

C’mon Gump, you know you want to do this. heh heh heh.

I got my Rushmore DVD back (the Criterion Collection thank you very much). I watched it again which reunited my love for Bill Murray.

Bill Murray Story Number 1:

My friend Billy went into the elevator at school (college). He sees a tall guy standing next to him. He turns.

It is Bill Murray.

Billy, ecstatic and hardly shy, says to Bill Murray “Oh, my god you’re Bill Murray!”

Bill Murray smiles, grabs Billy and gives him a noogie on his head and says “And nobody is ever going to believe you”



Bill Murray Story Number 2.

In college, we have this thing called “Director’s Series” where the director and sometimes actors, show their films to film/acting students (or anyone at our school who gets tickets early enough) RIGHT before it is released to the public.

Well, Rushmore was going to be released and Wes Anderson and some other people (Bill Murray included) were on the panel.

After the movie, students get chances to ask questions for the Q&A session (duh, that’s why it’s called a Q&A session) and this one kid raises his hand and says “I have a question for Bill Murray”

Bill Murray says “Yes?”

Kid says “You once said that if anybody didn’t like the movie “The Man Who Knew Too Little” that you would give them their money back. I saw that movie and I didn’t like it”

Bill Murray says “Kid, come up here”

(People are looking at each other, Kid is in trouble with Bill Murray…ooooohhhh)

The kid runs up to Bill Murray.

Bill Murray hands him a 20 dollar bill and says

“Now, you can go and see Rushmore TWICE”

Round of applause for Bill Murray (I was not at this Rushmore screening, but rumour has it, Kerbang might’ve been there but I don’t know. It might’ve been a different Kerbang (heh heh heh)

*

I went to my oldest best friends house for the past two days (Oldest meaning I’ve known her forever…we’re celebrating our silver anniversary of 25 years) and she wanted to see some of my “film work” crap which she hasn’t really seen.

Terrible mistake.

My stuff is soooo terrible that I can hardly believe that people could stand to watch it in our screening classes. I guess, this is because I am couple of years older and I know better but Man, oh, Man watching your rookie mistakes can be bit painful.

Anyway, the point of the matter is that I watched a lot of my old college friends and it just made me miss them like crazy. where the hell are they? what are they doing? And MAN, they were hot.

I never notice when I’m friends with hot guys.

However, a lot of my girlfriends are like, “damn, how do you have so many hot guy friends? Are you going to hook me up?”

Here’s a hint to some of you girls: Don’t tell me that because I will just tell the guy. Usually, (especially if I am friends with them) the guy is taken aback and they say either:

a) I’m hot?
b) Yeah, I know. Who is this woman and should I hook up with her?

And, further, girls, if I do not think you guys will make a good match, I will say “Nah, man. She’s got this thing that would annoy you.”

Unfortunately, especially if the girl has a huge crush on one of my guy friends, she will incessantly ask “oh, did he ask about me? what does he read? what kind of car does he drive? when’s his birthday?” Etc etc. It gets sort of annoying because I am not a People Magazine or a reasonable facsimile thereof.

I like it when my guy friends have girlfriends then i can easily say “Dude’s taken, dude”

What’s even difficult about having hot guy friends is that if HE’S single and YOU’RE single (or I mean, me) people automatically ask “Why the FUCK aren’t you two together?”

And the only answer I can give is “It just doesn’t work that way.”

But, usually people don’t take that answer. It’s like, single person and single person…they get along, they have fun…perfect match right? Sigh.

I have to field these questions incessantly. After having mastered this sometime-annoyance, I have the recorded answers for their satisfaction:

1. He’s like a big brother (Most of the time, this isn’t true but people seem to accept this answer readily)

2. He’s still mourning over his ex-girlfriend (I say this even if they don’t have an ex-girlfriend)

3. He has a small package. I need to be satisfied in the bedroom too.

4. He has this weird growth on his leg that annoys me.

5. He’s not __(fill in blank…like creative, funny, smart…etc) enough.

Of course, hardly any of the above is true but it just lessens the chance of interrogation.

REAL REASONS I DO NOT ALWAYS HOOK UP WITH GUY FRIENDS:

1. Sometimes you just have great friend chemistry. Granted, I will admit, I’m sure the idea of a relationship has probably entered either or both parties but if you wait long enough, you know that you would not make a great boyfriend/girlfriend for obvious reasons.

2. Sometimes it’s just great to have a guy to talk about all the other asshole guys. Why throw away a decent guy and have him be the one you talk about to another decent guy? (Does that make sense?)

3. Sometimes the package IS too small (hee hee hee. I’m kidding. Although, I will tell you this, if you ask the guy honestly, they will tell you. As long you don’t go blabbing to the world )

4. (and this is probably the biggest reason) You see the girls that your hot guy friend dates and You (meaning ME) realize that you will never compare to these hot girls that this hot guy dates so why constantly compare and feel insecure?

So basically, the number one reason (although I numbered it number four) that I really don’t hook up with my platonic guy friends is very simple: INSECURITY.

Why have that insecurity rise when you have a very secure friendship to begin with?

P.S. It is also helpful to have a hot guy friend to take to parties. Although, I told my last hot guy friend (wilbur) to wear a tight shirt and he refused. DAMNIT! But then again, he said it would make him look gay and that wouldn’t look good on my part.

I’m very hot. (temperature wise. It’s like a million degrees in here)

So, I’ve gotten myself in a hairy mess.

I have this old email address which I check intermittently. I’ve changed it because people thought it was too long (it was kevin_mcdonald_kicks_ass@yahoo.com… I thought it was easy to remember!) I decided to check it today and I got this “invitation” from my friend Cheryl to join this “friendster” ring thingy.

What harm could this do?

Yeah, right. Well, basically, what I have discovered, it is “sort of” a popularity contest. Granted, you can read about people a.k.a “friends” that you haven’t seen in a million years. For me, I sort of have this morbid curiosity about where they’ve been, who they are doing and if they’ve changed at all.

I found, to my surprise, that my friend Cheryl is in L.A. and is a R.N. That was rad.

I also found out that I am only two friends away from my own damn sister.

Here’s a couple things I’ve noticed with this Friendster thing:

1. When I first signed on, it said “you have no friends yet.” SHEESH. Even though, in real life, I have friends, this very comment made me very self-conscious (How many other people know that I have no friends??)

2. When someone decides to be your friend, you get an email that says “So and So has decided to be your friend”…you know as if I was on trial for friendship.

3. There are pictures. If you are a broke ass such as myself, you can’t scan pictures on this thingy to show people what you look like. However, EVERYONE has pictures (even my sister who used a digital photo-album. It just gives me a headache to say digital photo-album) and if YOU don’t have a picture, you get this big ass question mark in place of your face.

As if you weren’t sure of what you looked like.

I looked at prospective photos to put up, and I absolutely have no pictures of myself by myself…because, why the hell am I going to take a picture of myself by myself? So, it seems, at a later date, that I will have to put a picture up of myself with another person. However, most of the pictures I have are with a guy. So I think I’ll put up 4 different pictures with 4 different guys and announce that they are all my boyfriends and I am a damn player. I’m the SHIIIIIIT

yeah, that sounds good.

Oh, the pressure of Friendster.

4. There’s this thing called “Testimonials” wherein you pretty much give accolades and sugary sweet admissions of how much you love “your friend” and how much “your friend” gives you joy.

To my dismay (or gratitude? I can’t be sure yet) I don’t think anyone will give me a testiomonial thingy.

Most of my friends are sardonic and cynical and would probably roll their eyes when they see this forum. However, most of my friends are brilliant writers and I HOPE and PRAY (to my non-entity) that they will write something brilliant, not necessarily about me, but anything. I think that is what I will insist.

Further, this testimonial thingy makes me nervous. Do I look like a loser if nobody says anything? (Or if somebody says nothing?)

It’s like internet high school. Why did I open this box?

This is the “story” I typed yesterday. Bastard diaryland.

This is how lazy I am.

I broke my lamp last week and broke the light. It’s not a regular light bulb rather this weird super lightbulb that twists into a curly fry. Anyway, the top of the curly fry broke into pieces.

The shards landed under my bed and since it was not exposed to the outside world (i.e. the carpet OUTSIDE of my bed) I didn’t bother to clean it up.

About a week later, I was meandering around on a porno site (or sights) and decided to go to KFC and get some original chicken (or reasonable facsimile of a chicken) and I stepped on one of the shards of glass

I didn’t care. I go into my car and my foot is wet. I drive a stick shift/manual car (thank you very much. I don’t care what you think, it took me a million years to figure out how to stop stalling) and I look down, and there’s blood all over my foot.

Oh, well.

I go into KFC with my bloody foot and order my chicken. They are SWAMPED with customers and I wait fifteen minutes as my foot starts to throb and proceeds to get warmer. I try to not move my foot as much as possible (rephrase: I meant, I try to move my foot as little as possible.) and hope nobody will notice. I end up staring at the blinking KFC screen to see where my order is in line.

I drive home and I eat my chicken FIRST and decide, yeah, I’ll clean my foot.

So, at this point, my foot has three levels of blood on it: the dried crusty blood, the warm still coming out of the foot blood and the blobs of blood (apparently, some of my blood decided to clump up). I wash it.

I look in the medicine cabinet and there is no bandaids.

I am too lazy to look for one, so my foot continued to bleed.

But then, I think, that’s what platelets are for, right?

P.S. Don’t worry, I finally cleaned up the light bulb. I didn’t want to have another handicapped foot.

P.P.S. My friend has started up a diary! (ew, I’m such a manipulator) Check out her musings at concreteslip.diaryland.com. Or click her on my profile.

I make an appearance in her second entry (which I am very proud of). This means, yes, I actually do exist and yes, I do have friends (or at least one)

P.P.P.S. Okay, I’m going to Temecula now (the makeshift Utah. yeah, they have duck crossings. I should take a picture of the duck crossing sign)

My next entry will be about this guy named Andrew.

IT IS FUCKING OVER WITH COMPUTER GUY.

THAT FUCKER

It was his big chance to make it up to me and he fucked it up. What a fucking asshole.

So I deleted his number and if he has any common sense, he better not call me ever again.



I have to give it to my high school friends. They all remembered my birthday and I either got phone calls, an email or a card reminding me that I am old. It was very sweet. I don’t think any of my college friends remembered so, everything pretty much balances out.

I did get two (pank?) phone calls from two guys (or it might’ve been the same guy). but the first message said

“Happy Birthday Sharon. I miss your tight ass”

(WHAT?)

and the second message, I actually answered the phone and I was awaken from a nap, so I was a bit grumpy.

Me: “Hello?”
Guy: “Sharon-baby!!”
Me: “Hey, Mikey-baby!” (I mistakenly thought it was my friend Mike)
Guy: “Sharon baby! how are you sharon baby!”
Me: “Wait a minute, this is not Mikey. Who is this?”
Guy: “Sharon baby! I miss you!”
Me: “Who is this?”
Silence
Me: “If you don’t tell me who you are, I’m going to hang up. I don’t have time for this”
Guy: Sharon baby! I miss you! Happy Birthday. CLICK.

Now who the hell was that? Especially since not a lot of people have my number.

I think I was a victim of being drunk-dialed.



INTERNATIONAL COMIC CON

San Diego has this Comic Con every year around the summertime. I went for the very first time.

If there was Heaven for Geeks and/or Dorks, Comic Con would be the place. People dressed up in costume (and it’s not Halloween or a movie premiere) and tons of sci-fi, comedy and comicy stuff.

I was particularly looking for this comic called The Maxx (which not a lot of people know about I guess) anything X-files, anything Futurama and anything South Park.

Of course I didn’t get anything because I used all my money for 10.00 pretzels (those bastards).

Anyway, so there’s all these people wearing costumes and such (which, I sort of (guiltily) wish that I had the balls to do) and a whole bunch of Star Wars people dressed up. You know, the Storm Troopers, Princess Leia, Princess Amidala…etc..

I don’t get the blue guy.

Who is this blue guy? In a horde of Star Wars guys, there’s this guy covered in blue paint. WHo the hell is that?

Anyway, I was determined to find my soul mate at Comic Con because I think, ultimately, I will end up with a geek.

I check out the Magic: The Gathering Tables…too young.

I check out the LOTR table: too quiet

I check out the Star Wars Table: too fanatical

I check out the Muppet table: Nobody there (hee hee)

I check out the Batman table: too old.

I give up.

Btw, I saw this short called Batman: Dead End. It was like a 10 minute short. It was pretty rad. It had crazy costumes and the guy actually sounds and looks like Batman. But here’s the best part.

The short was about Batman trying to capture the Joker. The Joker is captured by something else…none other than an Alien (from the movie Alien)..the Alien attacks Batman. Batman is about to kick its ass when the Alien’s head gets blown off..by none other than The Predator (from the movie The Predator). Crazyness ensues.

How crazy.

I was also victim to “the Masquerade” which is a showcase of people who are in costumes and they pose and compete in front of a huge ass audience with who has the best costume.

The Masquerade was hosted by none other than Robert Englund, Freddy Krueger himself.

Anyway, I had the pleasure of being with…the hecklers.

These hecklers show NO MERCY. My LORD. We were in line and they would call peoples names randomly. Like they would say “MIKE! COME HERE! COME HERE MIKE!” and of course no Mike was there. They just did it. At one time, they said “MIKE!” and this guy turned around and said “WHo’s calling my name?” It was pretty funny.

Then they made animal noises of course or make fun of people in costumes. I remember at one point, Andrew (one of the hecklers) was yelling at the Star Trek people screaming “There’s no piercings in the Federation?!! What the fuck are you doing?”

There was someone wearing my shirt (a Snoopy shirt) of course in true bitch fashion, I say ‘what a bitch’ under my breath (all in good fun of course) and the heckling group started yelling at the other girl saying “Hey! You’re wearing her shirt! You’re wearing her shirt! LOOK!!” and then they all surrounded me and pointed at me. Those bastards.

At one point, I didn’t know if I was happy or unhappy that I was with this group. Were we the cools guys or the misfits? It seemed like a little of both.

I have to say, it was fun sometimes. One guy was picking his nose in line and one of the hecklers said “Yo! Dude! Stop picking your nose! we’re in public here!” and then he did the incredible….he ate it.

And Jennifer yelled “OH MY GOD HE ATE IT!!!”

Aw yes, Comic Con. I got home at 3 in the morning.

I was quite overwhelmed.

P.S. Kevin Smith, Angelina Jolie and Hugh Jackman were at this convention. However, I was afraid to talk to them because I don’t know why.

P.P.S. Oh and for you Futurama peeps…Matt Groening, Billy West and John Di Maggio were there too. Sigh

P.P.P.S. I know all of you geeks are jealous of me (You know who I’m talking to. I’m talking to you)

I am super tired. And yet, I am updating because..I don’t know why actually because I am a dork and addicted to the internet (I suppose)

I stole this from Gumphood. It’s link where they give you one word and you have 60 seconds to use that word.

Mine was PITCH:

His high pitch tone always annoyed me. It was lower right now, much more sexier. He sprayed his urine all over me and I didn’t know how to react. I wasn’t sure if it was an effigy of sorts, an declaration of undying love or lack of bladder control. Regardless, I peed myself to show him I cared as well that bastar

I don’t know where that fucking came from. I have never had the aforementioned experience however, I think I would’ve done the same thing if that were to happen.

I have finally have an idea for script. Can you believe it? I can’t believe it. I’m going to start writing asap before I forget it.

I’m sorry people I don’t know what to tell you right now. I had a pretty interesting weekend but I don’t want to bore you with the details I guess. Let’s just say I ate a whole bunch of dinners…and my stomach did not taking a liking of it and my B.M. were not solid anymore.

I went to two Thai places, Cheesecake Factory, Buca di Peppo’s and a baseball game. Needless to say, I really needed Pepto Bismol.

Happy (belated) birthday to Kerbang! (Dude turned 42….and he’s on diaryland? Should I be worried?)

P.S. I saw 28 Days Later. Dude, that movie was fucking rad and fucking scary. Yes, even scarier than THE RING (although, I didn’t think it was really that scary except maybe the way the girl killed people. I would’ve shot myself before she had her way with me. Why didn’t anyone else do that in the movie? No common sense I tell you)

Oh, and they’re showing alternate endings on the 25th.

P.P.S. I am going to vegas this weekend. I will miss you my babies.

I think the majority of my problems would probably be solved if I dated myself. However, I don’t think I have TOO many problems to begin with, so, I don’t know where I was going with this…

If I could date myself, I would…

laugh at all of my jokes.

return all of my phone calls

have intellectually stimulating conversations with myself

put out on the first date and not make it a big deal when I wake up with myself the next morning.

be direct about where we were going with our relationship

not be jealous that I have guy friends

see me about 3 to 4 times a week and not think that I was suffocating myself

know that if I were moody with myself, that not to take it personally because I would get over it very quickly.

I highly doubt that I would reject myself and if I did, I would do it in person

Cons of dating myself:

I would spend way to much money on myself.


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Things I miss:

1. my compassion. It has left me around 1998 or 1999.

2. my ability to write. I write a whole bunch of crap now. I used to crack myself up!

3. single friends…all my friends here have significant others. It used to fun to bitch about single and your dating disasters…however, that is difficult to accomplish when everyone is blissfully with a significant other.

4. waking up next to somebody in bed.

5. She-Ra the cartoon. I really liked that cartoon.

6. NYU friends– there’s something about knowing that other people think like you do about your passion in life.

7. Money…it’s always leaving me…hey, wait a minute! come back here!

8. A close knit group of friends… I pretty much fly solo around here and I see people who have a core group and wonder what that must be like (actually, I know, I used to have one in my first two years of college. They have all grown up now).

9. Phone calls. I recently downloaded two ben folds rings: Hiro’s song and Annie Waits…but I never get to listen to it because nobody ever calls me!!

10. My mind/sanity– I don’t recall exactly when I lost it but it would be nice to have it back.

(Note to reader: I sort of cheated from an old entry but most of you don’t know that, right?)

Love? Lust? Can’t be sure, better do him again

Top Ten Guys to Fantasize About When Nothing Else is Going On

10. Matthew Perry…Zingers are sexy as hell (and when he wears the glasses. MEOW!)
9. Tobey Maguire a la Spiderman buff
8. Rivers Cuomo… lead singer of Weezer…and my heart
7. Graham Coxon… bass guitarist of Blur.. he can pluck me anyday
6. Kevin McDonald…He is just too damn funny
5. TIE: Ben Folds…not the sexiest but imagine what his fingers can do and…Edward Norton…the smart thing is sexy. (Also a Yale boy)
4. Jesse Bradford…that guy from BRING IT ON. Yeah, baby BRING IT ON –dear lord, I apologize for this cliche response. (Anyone who composes you a song and kisses you a swing is hot stuff)
3. Orlando Bloom — DEAR GOD HELP ME.
2. Paul Walker…Adonis in human form. Dear lord.
1. David Duchovny….Yale, Masters (nearing Ph.D) and dry humour to boot. Perfection in a red speedo.



Fantasy of the Day: I wake up in my own apartment, decorated with brand-spanking new furniture. Dark blue and Black (for now). I go into my sweet smelling bathroom. It smells like daisies. As I brush my teeth, my suitor of the moment, yawns in the other room (MY kingsized bedroom) and says “What can I cook for you for breakfast before I go to my successful job this morning?” and I’ll say (with my beautiful tousled hair. Split ends? NEVER) “You know the usual. French toast with strawberry syrup on top. Two eggs. One scrambled and one over hard. Orange juice, freshly squeezed from my orchard outside and Water” and he says “Of course….” and he gets into the kitchen. I take my shower and oops! lo and behold he decides to join me :). heh heh heh (this is funny). He leaves early to make sure my breakfast is done on the table. I go into the dining room (or the eating room I guess) and he’s naked except in an apron that says something dirty on the front. Of COURSE his muscles are glistening from the shower escapade we had. I eat my breakfast and he goes and changes in his power suit for creatively demanding career. He comes back with flowers freshly picked (that rebel!!) and tells me that he will love me forever and ever and goddamn I’m the sexiest woman on Earth and needs to have me right there and right then.

I head off to work in my car, knowingly using my stick shift car with ease. I get into my office as my secretary answers the phone “Sharon’s Production Office”. Of course, it’s Edward Norton trying to see what my latest project is and how he can be involved. I stay in the office for an hour since I have to fly to Europe for the Cannes Film Festival to accept the top honor for the third movie (written and directed by me of course) I have finished. I live the life, I dine the food, I mingle with the creative geniuses.

Later that night, I’m in a multiple star hotel and while I soak up the sunset, I am surprised by my boyfriend-husband-love machine with a song he has composed for me and wants to perform (he is a talented, guitar playing, songwriting singing machine..but he’s the top dog in a advertising firm or something of that nature) He wants to have kids. I blushingly am shocked and throw him on the floor to start the procreation.

And that would be my perfect day. Oh, I forgot to add the walking hand in hand by the beach and a random white horse running in the background. But that can happen tomorrow.

Did I mention that i was rich, famous, and critically acclaimed?



The meaning of my name:

Your first name of Sharon has made you happiest when you are expressing in some creative, artistic way, and not conforming to strict routine. In a large group of comparative strangers, you are quiet and rather shy, unable to express yourself, not really wanting to become involved in conversation. On the other hand, among friends with whom you feel at ease, you are expressive, witty, and quite charming. These contrasting natures make it difficult for people to understand you and can lead to friction in your personal life. You are deep, philosophical, and refined, but your extremely sensitive nature causes you to become depressed and self-pitying over any real or imagined slight. If you are not careful, people take advantage of your generous nature. You find the beauties of nature, fine music, art, and literature–all the deeper things of life–inspiring. The reserved, sensitive side of your nature brings aloneness and friction into your life, although you crave affection and understanding. You must guard against emotional excesses, which could result in depletion of energy, creating a desire for quick-energy foods. You could suffer through skin irritations, blood conditions, back trouble, and later, through arthritis. Heart, lung, or bronchial weaknesses could also result.

Hmm..I should quit smoking.

You shit-faced cockmaster.

I love this movie.



I apologize for the dramatis personae in the past entry. It was a full moon. I use this as an excuse not an explanation.



About a year and a half ago, I moved out to New York from San Diego, California to attend a very expensive film school. I had to sell my first born to go to this damn school (Yes, I have a fictional love-child but NYU doesn’t have to know that)

Anyway, when I first moved out to New York, I had a bunch of friends back home, so of course there’s the subject of keeping in touch with good old friends. You never know when you’re going to use ‘em in the future. What’s the best way?

Email.

I hate computers but I love love love email. I think I especially like email from my specific friends. Maybe it’s because they’re from San Diego and not a lot happens but they’re ALWAYS excited to write to me.

They like to abuse a punctuation mark that I personally believe should be used sparingly: Exclamation marks.

“Hey Sharon!! GUESS WHAT?!?!?! It was the first day of school here!! AHHHH!!!! I saw everyone. GUESS WHAT?!?!?! Bob got a new haircut and he shaved his mustache!!! What the fuck?!?!?! ANYWAY, tell me what’s going on in New York!! BYE!!!!”

Time to switch to decafe yo. (is that spelled right? decaf, decafe. Oops, it’s decaf)

Email is also very convenient when you have some news for people but you don’t want to write the same damn thing over and over again. That’s when something called mass email comes in handy.

First of all, I don’t know about you, but I like to read the addresses and see whose on the list and how really cool and popular the person who sent me this mass email is.

Further, in mass email, people tend to use the a plethora of parenthesis, supposedly, to show the other people how much they have an inside joke with that person.

It gives me as much as excitement as an alien slug (Do the Bender..ooh, aah, ooh, aah)

Hey everyone,

It’s me. Just wanted to say that I have a new number. (Jason, I do KNOW how to use a phone. Ha ha ha!) and that I have a new window (shut up Betty, I know). Hopefully everyone is doing well (HA HA HA George!! Whoo!) talk to you guys later.


People seem to laugh a lot on emails. I think this goes in accordance with the exclamation abuse.

“Hey Sharon.
Guess what. It was the first day of school and being stupid me I forgot my first class. Hee hee. I was awaken by my pigeons fucking again. Ha! Anyway, take care in scary New York!!!! I know I would die!! Ha ha ha!!”

First of all, I would be fucking pissed with pigeons waking me up in the morning, not laughing. Second of all, is dying all that funny? But in email coolness, you don’t question the vernacular, the punctuation, you just join along with the fun.

The cool thing about mass email is that you can see all the addresses and see who has cool email addresses and who’s boring. I try to figure out who Ilikechiapets@yahoo.com whereas somebody like bobanderson@hotmail.com is pretty boring. Also, you can find out people you hate and send them annoying forwards.

On the upside, you can find people you have a crush on and send them a “friendly” email and see how it’s going.

Dear Bob,

Hey! How’s it going? I got your address from Gertrude. Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, I’m in New York just hanging out, doing the film thing. How’s it going with you? What’s going on? Are you married yet? See ya!

…uh, sincerely, Janine
(from high school!)

If boys knew anything about what girls really mean in casual conversation, this would be the translation.

Dear Bob,

Hey! (OHMYGOD, I HAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS!!) How’s it going? (ARE YOU STILL HOT? I LOVED YOUR SWISHY HAIR) I got your address from Getrude. Pretty cool, huh? (FUCK YEAH! I MIGHT GET TO FUCK YOU IF YOU RESPOND AND WE FALL MADLY IN LOVE!) Anyway, I’m in New York just hanging out, doing the film thing. (LOOK AT ME! I’M SO FUCKING COOL. I’M IN NEW YORK BECAUSE I’M COOL. I’m DOING A FILM THING! DON’T YOU WANT A SENSITIVE FILM GIRL TO LOVE YOU RIGHT??) How’s it going with you? (DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?) What’s going on? (PLEASE DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND) Are you married yet? (PLEASE DON’T BE MARRIED) See ya!! (See ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Boys…ahh, it may just me but, romantically, they are the rain shower spray that you use to spray your bathroom after you take a shit


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If only my email account said “You’ve got male” instead the usual form.

Pick a band & answer the following survey with their song lyrics/song titles: this is so obvious

– ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? She’s so sensitive and shit just happens sometimes.

2- DESCRIBE YOURSELF: She don’t use butter, She don’t use cheese, she don’t use jelly or any of these, she uses Vaseline.

3 – WHAT DO SOME PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU? Not the Same; Selfless Cold and Composed.

4 – HOW DO YOU FEEL? All I know is I gotta be, where my heart says I ought be. It often makes no sense in fact, I never understand these things I feel.

5 – DESCRIBE YOUR GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/INTEREST: Annie waits for a call from a friend. And so, he forgot, he forgot, he forgot or maybe not. Maybe he’s been hurt…would that be worse? Annie waits for the last time. Just the same as the last time. Annie says ‘you see, this is why I’d rather be alone.’

6 – WHERE WOULD YOU RATHER BE? Ooh, I think I’ll write a screenplay. I think I’ll take it to L.A. I think I should’ve done it yesterday…oh, shit. (I think that lyric is wrong, forgive me)

7 – DESCRIBE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE: Sometimes I see you in my dreams, and I cjsut can’t get rid like you got rid of me…all is fair in love.

8 – DESCRIBE HOW YOU LIVE: I don’t wanna grow old…won’t you let me, won’t you let me explode.

9 – DESCRIBE HOW YOU LOVE: I poured my heart out, it evaporated, you see?

10 – SHARE A FEW WORDS OF WISDOM: Give me my money back, give me my money back you bitch.

Pick a band & answer the following survey with their song lyrics/song titles:

If you are the first to get the band and the particular album this is from, email me and I will send you the DVD “Sneakers” starring Robert Redford, Sidney Poitier, River Phoenix, Dan Aykroyd, David Straithairn and Mary McDonnell.

It is a fanastic movie and I just happen to have two copies.

1- ARE YOU MALE OR FEMALE? Mother Nature and Mother Earth are two of three women who dictate I’m worth.

2- DESCRIBE YOURSELF: If a hundred monkey each could get their own show, Perhaps a chimp might say ‘You have faith, you just need to use it, sayeth the Lord’

3 – WHAT DO SOME PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU? I’d love to sleep in late, but that dessert looks great. Was it something I said or was it something I ate?

4 – HOW DO YOU FEEL? You were lonely, I was bored. I may be more than you can afford. But I’m sure we’ll meet halfway.

5 – DESCRIBE YOUR GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND/INTEREST: And I’ve got this crazy feeling you’ve been trying to get to me. When all you have to do is calmly call me. (you bastard)

6 – WHERE WOULD YOU RATHER BE? In through my veins, without brains.

7 – DESCRIBE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE: If you should waver, if you should sway, I’d catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly away.

8 – DESCRIBE HOW YOU LIVE: I don’t buy everything read, I haven’t even read everything I bought. I don’t cry every time I bleed, my eyes are dry but they’re bloodshot.

9 – DESCRIBE HOW YOU LOVE: I have loved and I have waited, been picked up and been sedated, mental health is overrated. You play doctor but I’ve lost patience.

10 – SHARE A FEW WORDS OF WISDOM: What’s you think that I was gonna do. Curl up and die just because of you? I’m not that weak, you know. What’d you think that I was gonna do. Try to make you love me as much as I love you? How could you be so low? You arrogant man. What do you think I am? My heart will be fine. Just stop wasting my time.

I went to chicken roast place and I was looking at the hours of operation which was:

Monday through Thursday: 10 a.m. through 9 p.m.

Friday through Sunday: 10 a.m. through 9 p.m.

Huh?

I am in love with Billy West. If you watch Futurama, Billy West plays Fry, the Professor, Dr. Zoidberg, Zap Brannigan and the host of the Slurm Factory (he said he was trying to emanate Gene from The Chocolate Factory.) Dude, that talent is SOOOO attractive.

I also think it’s cool that he’s constantly talking to himself.

Going to an 80s party tomorrow. I kind of like theme parties. I’m thinking of going with the ponytail to the side of my head and teased and hairsprayed bangs. yee-ha!

I’m a terrible person. I bought three new dvds. One of them was Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets which I thought I hadn’t seen…then I watched it…and figured out that I DID see it. Damnit! What a waste.

I also bought When a Man Loves A Woman…if you guys know the backstory, the reasons are obvious.

My nose is itchy

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I’m a movie person and usually I watch movies usually because of the director or the writer or the ensemble cast. The only person whom I will watch a movie for (just to see a particular person) is Orlando Bloom. I don’t care about pirates, I just wanted to see my man. He was hotter as an elf though.

And what makes him sexier is that he is not buff. So he’s not so vain to work out all the time but still vain enough to look hella good. DAMN THAT MAN! and that accent!! and those wigs! and the arrows and the sword fighting.

I need to bite something.

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Oh yeah. Computer guy update. Dude called me AGAIN! This past Wednesday around the late hour. He sounded hella hella tired. The low voice tired (which I think is sexy) but you know what he says? He says that he is calling me because he wants to see me and to make sure I still want to see him. He never fails to call every week. WHAT THE HELL? SHEESH!! But he went to mexico for a week with his father and brother and went fishing. I don’t know how the conversation went to this but all of a sudden I was listening on how to pack fish and stuff in a special packing system (I forget what it was)

We were talking about fish people.

But he hadn’t slept in three days but he still called me.

Chivalrous or Desperate? You make the call because obviously I lack any common sense.

Because I still want to see him.

I’ve only seen him three times since late May.

SIGH. The things I’ll do for a guy sometimes. bastards.