Lost in Translation

Ah yes.

I think I figured out the picture sizing dilemma, let me see if this works. This will be my attempt to put a picture of me and george:



As I type this entry in the YOUR NEW ENTRY box, I’m hoping that the postersized picture doesn’t show up.

Ryan made my computer all spiffy. Ryan is pictured here. We are trying to sail away into Where the Wild Things Are:



I saw Lost in Translation today. It made me think about the type of person I am. I LIKE to be lost. There’s something about being lost to me (I take random drives out of San Diego and try to lose myself and then after an hour of meandering, I try to find my way back)…Anyway, there’s is something I like about being scared.

Not a lot scares me anymore.

Not the whole I’m scared I’ll never write my film scared but the instant, oh-shit-how-am-I-gonna-get-myself-out-of-this-one scared.

This is probably why I want to go to a country by myself, where I don’t know the language, and see if I can survive.

This is also why I like being rejected by boys. The whole anticipation, the whole waiting until they say why they are not attracted to because…whatever reason it is. I think I sort of do it on purpose but, i don’t know why.

Maybe it’s because I feel like a stronger person to go through it? Maybe.

I personally like to be rejected by guys who I have no idea how they are going to respond…because then I’m always surprised on how they surprise me. There is no way for me to predict, to rewrite in my head or to relive how the rejection will go.

I think I purposely am attracted to guys who I think will reject me. I’m sort of indifferent to the ones I know I can get because…it’s not that exciting.

Maybe I like rejection/being scared/being surprised because I think it will make for a good story.

And I like telling stories.

I will end on this picture of Ryan, Me, Rex (Rex and Ryan are twins if you didn’t notice) and Gina. We were drunk in this picture if you couldn’t tell already.



for the writers: I wrote a treatment today on a girl who is addicted to that feeling of unexpectedness, rejection and being lost. I’m such a narcissist. Howver, I finished the first 2 1/2 acts which is the furthest I’ve gone with any treatment nowadays.

I’m an slightly excited at a prospect of any semblance that looks like a feature script.

hoo




ray.