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The only thing getting me by right now is constantly reminding myself that I'm only 20     years old-- I don't need to have life figured out yet. But I want to. 

I'm in the process of writing yet another revision to my cover letter. When is my break coming?

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As a 90's child I grew up watching sesame street-- we're there always celebrity cameos?

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Last night I went out to Westwood to see a few of my friends at UCLA. I do this about once a month-- in part because I hate driving around that fucking place and in part because I can't be at college parties on a regular basis--STRICTLY sporadic. I'd rather be at the bars.

And now, after a night of mischief I am standing at work waiting to be relieved. In about an hour.

Killing time and not really saying anything. Ramble ramble

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I miss(ed) new years

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Hiatus

My hiatus-- it can be explained. Well, what it all really comes down to may just be lack of inspiration-- or a lack of insight on my part. For all I know it could just be the mere annoyance of the goddamn space bar being entirely too difficult to push down-- maybe I just don't what to put in the extra effort with the spaces. Yes, that is what it boils down to... all the spaces in between all these words.

Since I have last written, I packed all my belongings; by all I mean that everything that I  own fit very nicely into my Honda Civic. This young woman here that hates holding down the spacebar moved to the big city-- Los Angeles. 

Yes, yes I am in LA and have been for about 6 months. I'm here to get my life started in the industry of film production. I'm ignoring the fact that I'm working in a hotel in Manhattan Beach--only, the fact that I'm ignoring is a bit funny considering what I'm doing now is exactly what I was doing at home. But I do have high hopes for what is coming. I guess this is the place where things happen. Or something

I do have to say something though, about living in LA. Seeing the ocean every single day really does something to me. It's a good something. Makes me a little less lonely and a little more content-- being on my own.

More to come in the near future, I'm sure. I've neglected myself and the spacebar enough.

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My brother graduated from highschool on friday. I was in charge of the nikon, but truthfully... I was jus snapping away at everything. The camera was dead by the time it was his name was finally called

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I shall start this shortly... or when I get a bit more sleep. In any case, it will get done eventually. Or started, rather

wrapitinwords:

Day 1  → Take your least favorite character you’ve ever created. Put them in a scene that would drive them mad Day 2  → Write a short story/scene using the following words: luscious, debilitating, sunny and brick. Day 3  → Write about whatever tickles your fancy. Day 4  → Write a scene of someone running through the woods. You are not allowed to use adverbs. Day 5  → Pick a food you find repulsive and then write about eating it. Be descriptive. Day 6  → Envision a day with your perfect weather and describe what would ruin it. Day 7  → Write a scene of what your mornings are like from when you wake up. Write it in second person. Day 8  → You’ve just killed a man. Write why, how and what you’ll do next. Day 9  → Write terrible smut like you see in the back of Cosmo. Feed off the clichés. Day 10  → Describe in as much detail as possible your most recent dream. Stay as trued to it as you can. Let it be as confusing as real dreams often are. Day 11  → You are traveling through time. Pick a destination and describe what happens when a strange person (you) interacts with the people of the time. Day 12  → Create a new race. Where do they live, what are they like, what are their customs, beliefs and habits? Day 13  → Write a scene with someone with a mental illness. Put it in their perspective if you like. Day 14  → Write about what music does to you and what songs do it. Day 15  → You have two people. Make them make love or have sex or fuck like animals. Day 16  → Write a scene form an animal’s point of view. Either in a zoo, caged, running free or lounging on your carpet. Any animal and any place. Day 17  → It’s the end of the world (as we know it). What has caused it and what are you going to do? Day 18  → Pick a sport. Pick another sport. Combine the two and play. See if this can be humorous. Add fire. Day 19  → Imagine if you had wings. Are you the only one or does everybody have them? Why? Day 20  → Write a hypothetical conversation you could have with your cup of coffee/tea/vodka. Day 21  → Write about anything that floats your boat. Day 22  → You are being hunted. By what and why? Day 23  → Start off a short story with this sentence: “For the first month our town remained untouched…” Day 24  → Write a scene where your character suffers from your greatest fear. Day 25  → You are dead. Figure out why. Day 26  → Write the most clichéd thing you can think of. Day 27  → Pick your favorite song and then write a story around it. Day 28  → Write a story that is purely conversation. Day 29  → Write a children’s tale about a missing sock. Day 30  → You are on a quest. For what and why? It can be a quest for food or a quest to save the day. Your choice.

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so great!

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Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu (2010)

I saw Biutiful last night. Beautiful. Javier Bardem is such a great actor, his performance really did bring me to tears. From the first scene to the last... great filmmaking. The director also wrote the screenplay, this is obviously not his first stroll around the block, the way convrsations were crafted it made for the perfect combination of natural flow of speech combined with the elegance of choosing the right string of beautiful and perfect words and blended perfectly with the shots chosen.

I really can't say enough good things about this movie.

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Gravity

I'm poison and you're rancid, I'm not sure which of the two came first. Perhaps the poisonous atmosphere that I created with the endless negativity and my hatred of the life we created together brought upon your rancid demeanor as way of a coping mechanism. The roles could have very easily been reversed, though- with your relentless need to keep things too close and too comfortable and so ordinary. Change is what I needed, and change is what you avoided, two people speeding on in different directions... attached by a rubber band and always snapping right back and colliding into each other. We are predestined by physics alone, chemistry is not one of our sciences.

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Today was one of those days that makes me say: fuck everything, everyone, and the hole they crawled out from. I really felt like nothing went my way, such frustration. Then, I smoked a bowl and everything was right with the world again. Crazy what a chemical rebalance can accomplish, the change of perception.

But still... fuck all the horrible, horrible people that inhabit this earth. Those individuals who enjoy knocking others down a few pegs, those who go out of their way to inflict pain. When friends are no longer friends because they are fucking assholes with no soul.

I'm obviously a very bad judge of character. It seems as though I've been doing much reevaluating lately of who I befriend and give my time to.

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martinez-sergio:

untitled by visualss on Flickr.

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On writing

Building characters, forming being into what is reality in the minds of spectators of the binded pages. A hobby for those who ache to create worlds and personalities; envision alternate truths, certainties, and possibilities of vivacity as we know them now. To expose differentiations among those who exist and those who don't; disparity of those  created and those who inspire the created- playing god with a pencil and those binded pages

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Seriously, its June. This rain is fucking bullshit, it makes me genuinely RAGE

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Death is my current state. I am fucking dying and my life is flashing before my eyes. I can’t move! I have a fever, my body aches and I want to cry. … I’m a huge baby when I’m sick because it rarely occurs. Here I lie in my deathbed with no visitors.

This week I saw both Thor and Hangover 2. Thor: dope Hangover: Horrible

I can barely move my limbs so I must stop typing before they falls off

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 I didn't take this, my friend Tyler did. I was there to provide excellent company and musical intermission, and of course the lighting for this lovely shot.

Freezing my butt off, this was at 2 AM