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Thursday, June 27, 2013
ProTip
When eating Mexican food before a movie, always allow the necessary time between the dinner and movie to shit your entire life out of your asshole.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Something Joe Wrote
Ant Farm Entry (Day 7): Ah! Disaster has struck! Tom's body parts/limbs are scattered all over the farm!
From what I can tell, the ants have begun construction on another, larger tunnel. The tunnel is wide, and plummets deep in the goo. An Tom's body parts are lodged throughout it. Construction has ceased. Tom's body (or the majority of it) is squirming at the surface, and he is being tended to by Ebenezer. Tom's mid-section is near the surface, I can make out two of his legs in the tunnel, and at the very base of the tunnel... Tom's head...
Now, I'm still learning how ants work, but my best guess is that while digging, Tom was too foolhardy, lodged himself between the goo and the wall, and literally ripped his arms off. And his head. And some how made it back to the surface with no head? Or maybe Carlos his carcass back up? Man, it's messed up.
Either way, the ants, as a unit/family/friend group, seem resilient.
From what I can tell, the ants have begun construction on another, larger tunnel. The tunnel is wide, and plummets deep in the goo. An Tom's body parts are lodged throughout it. Construction has ceased. Tom's body (or the majority of it) is squirming at the surface, and he is being tended to by Ebenezer. Tom's mid-section is near the surface, I can make out two of his legs in the tunnel, and at the very base of the tunnel... Tom's head...
Now, I'm still learning how ants work, but my best guess is that while digging, Tom was too foolhardy, lodged himself between the goo and the wall, and literally ripped his arms off. And his head. And some how made it back to the surface with no head? Or maybe Carlos his carcass back up? Man, it's messed up.
Either way, the ants, as a unit/family/friend group, seem resilient.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Summer 2013 Check-In
Yo bros. I was just wondering how everyone is doing...earlier today I realized that everyone on the blog is in a completely different place and idk if that's happened before in blog history. Maybe it happened over winter break too? Can't remember. Anyways, it made me kinda bummed because I miss all of you. I also have a lot of thoughts that I may or may not want to talk about, but after staring at this screen for five minutes trying to think of exactly how to get them out, I decided I just need to go to sleep. This connects back to this thought/feeling that I'm not being as open as I want to be but fuck it, I have work in the morning and wouldn't want to embarrass myself by writing some stupid shit. I'm right on the verge of a Solipsis Diary-type mind wandering right now, but I'm afraid this is the extent of it, because I really am going to sleep.
Make this week a good one, let's try to G-Hang sometime very soon.
Make this week a good one, let's try to G-Hang sometime very soon.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Parentsss
I sit here before you in my newly emptied room (I moved out today and yet still remain; more on that later). On my walk home I contemplated the events that occurred earlier today and brought into perspective other ideas:
No one thinks their parents understand them. Obviously the generational divide separates ideals, etc. On my drive with my sister to the Wonderland station after dropping all of my belongings at my home, we talked about the future. She is going to college, I am starting the rest of my life. I brought up the idea of how I want my mom and dad to buy me a DSLR (or go halfway with me on one) as my graduation (early graduation) present. I need some form of camera that will allow me to start pursuing photography and be able to shoot whatever I want whenever I want. It is, as I believe, a necessity for what I want to do.
But my sister relayed to me that after I had brought it up to my parents, my mother had said she wasn't going to do this for me, which was news to my ears. Most times my parents are supportive. I don't think such a present is absurd for me to ask for, especially for what I want to do.
But that's just it: My parents (mainly my mom) doesn't understand what I want to do.
Every time I see her, she always starts by asking, "So, what are your plans after college?" Are you fucking kidding me? I've had these dreams for years. I've wanted to make movies since I was 14, if not younger. And you are going to look me in the face after paying for my college career and ask me what I want to do for the rest of my life?
Funny story: One night at dinner when I was apply to college my mother said to me, "You should think of a minor. Something like engineering. Just as a fallback plan." That was the moment I realized my mother didn't think I would succeed in film. She never understood why I consumed so much media and spent any money I could on video games and movies. She never understood why I loved media and narratives and images so much. And it hurts.
It hurts to realize she doesn't understand and clearly won't until I succeed. But I want to cut some ties with her. My parents have started to push me out of the nest, which I am totally fine with. But now I want to get the fuck out of here.
Between breaking up with my girlfriend, living in this shitty apartment living situation, and my parents lack of respect for what I do, I'm fed up with the east coast.
Get me a piece of that LA coast and get me the fuck outta here. I'll probably miss it one day, but I need the rest of my life to start already.
No one thinks their parents understand them. Obviously the generational divide separates ideals, etc. On my drive with my sister to the Wonderland station after dropping all of my belongings at my home, we talked about the future. She is going to college, I am starting the rest of my life. I brought up the idea of how I want my mom and dad to buy me a DSLR (or go halfway with me on one) as my graduation (early graduation) present. I need some form of camera that will allow me to start pursuing photography and be able to shoot whatever I want whenever I want. It is, as I believe, a necessity for what I want to do.
But my sister relayed to me that after I had brought it up to my parents, my mother had said she wasn't going to do this for me, which was news to my ears. Most times my parents are supportive. I don't think such a present is absurd for me to ask for, especially for what I want to do.
But that's just it: My parents (mainly my mom) doesn't understand what I want to do.
Every time I see her, she always starts by asking, "So, what are your plans after college?" Are you fucking kidding me? I've had these dreams for years. I've wanted to make movies since I was 14, if not younger. And you are going to look me in the face after paying for my college career and ask me what I want to do for the rest of my life?
Funny story: One night at dinner when I was apply to college my mother said to me, "You should think of a minor. Something like engineering. Just as a fallback plan." That was the moment I realized my mother didn't think I would succeed in film. She never understood why I consumed so much media and spent any money I could on video games and movies. She never understood why I loved media and narratives and images so much. And it hurts.
It hurts to realize she doesn't understand and clearly won't until I succeed. But I want to cut some ties with her. My parents have started to push me out of the nest, which I am totally fine with. But now I want to get the fuck out of here.
Between breaking up with my girlfriend, living in this shitty apartment living situation, and my parents lack of respect for what I do, I'm fed up with the east coast.
Get me a piece of that LA coast and get me the fuck outta here. I'll probably miss it one day, but I need the rest of my life to start already.
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