"June 2nd, 2007
I remain in this class watching as this so called teacher teaches us about why this film is bad. She says she writes her own and she wonders why no one ever wants to buy her movies. A. They suck. B. I don't have a B, her ideas just suck.
And it’s been days now as this kid now looks over to my seat so he can read the screen. There is in fact something called privacy.
I hope I get to see this movie today. I need to take a day off from everyone. And since I can’t get to do that, I’m just going to have to take a night off. I’ve decided I can’t go out with my aunt and cousin. Answering comic book questions all day, being asked to go play mediocre and shitty video games. I want to just go home and get some fuckin’ sleep.
I should have gone home by train every morning and every night.
I wouldn’t mind having a good laugh either. Maybe I should watch Clerks II, that seems like I could get a good laugh out of it. I need something new. Like watching Knocked Up again. Maybe I shouldn’t be seeing A Mighty Heart tonight and instead I should be watching Sicko. I hear that’s pretty funny. Ill try and get tickets to A Mighty Heart, and if I can’t get tickets I’ll just go and see Sicko.
I want to actually do something. I’m just listening to this chick talk about this crappy film. Why are we watching this, we all understand it’s pretty bad. We all are joining in talking about how bad it is. I don’t care.
I wonder why in Sicko every letter is capitalized except for the ‘I’.
I wish I had a bigger room just so I can put more posters in it. It’s not that I don’t like my room. It’s just that it’s so small. My bed is tiny. It’s not that I don’t want it. Because my parents bought it for me. Sometimes I think we all just have to grow up.
And now we are back to watching the film. Who gives a fuck about the god damn lady. Who gives a fuck about the god damn movie. It’s just a fucking movie. I hope this isn’t what it is like for the next couple of weeks.
Where am I going to stay tomorrow?
Are my friends even home yet?
I hope Transformers ends up being bad. Michael Bay blows. The movie actually looks decent, but I don’t want it to be. I admit I really want to be right and have it end up being fuckin terrible."
Thank god Transformers actually did end up sucking.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
2. Notes from My Back Pocket.
1. National Amusements Theatres: Movie Synopses
Excerpt: Samuel L. Jackson and Ashton Kutcheer star in this thriller about a young couple who take matters into their own hands after being harassed by a nasty neighbor.
(Now if you notice, there is a small error in there, you know, the part where Patrick Wilson isn't named and Ashton Kutcher is.)
2. Movie Review for The Wackness by me, Re-Written by... someone else.
3. Note Reading: "FUCK YOU"
*One thing I do love about this whole "blog" thing, I can write whatever the fuck I want.
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"Then they said, 'Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth." God then came down and gave each person a different language to confuse them, then he scattered them throughout the earth.
- Love it, and embrace it.
Excerpt: Samuel L. Jackson and Ashton Kutcheer star in this thriller about a young couple who take matters into their own hands after being harassed by a nasty neighbor.
(Now if you notice, there is a small error in there, you know, the part where Patrick Wilson isn't named and Ashton Kutcher is.)
2. Movie Review for The Wackness by me, Re-Written by... someone else.
3. Note Reading: "FUCK YOU"
*One thing I do love about this whole "blog" thing, I can write whatever the fuck I want.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Then they said, 'Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth." God then came down and gave each person a different language to confuse them, then he scattered them throughout the earth.
- Love it, and embrace it.
The F1rst One.
New York Film Festival. I'm going to the New York Film Festival. Tomorrow. That's what I'm doing, tomorrow, I'm going to go see Choke, then go to the opening night of the New York Film Festival. And right now, I haven't a worry in the world. (Not true.) I'm telling the truth. (He's/I'm only a squirrel, what truth could I be telling?) "I'm a thumb print on a sky scraper." Alexander Payne said that, well, he wrote that, then Paul Giamatti said that. In Sideways.
The first part of "How Joel and Harry Got to the Party" (If you've seen The Royal Tenenbaums, imagine the Alec Baldwin narration voice narrating this.) ...
It was the night of December 30th, in less than 24 hours, Harry would be at the biggest part of his life. 10:13, Harry was walking out of a movie theatre with two of his friends, Joel and Alec.
Alec was rather tall, he often would make jokes strictly pertaining to the television show 'Scrubs' or mediocre films like 'Desperado' and 'Righteous Kill.' Joel was short, had blonde hair and a heart of gold. Joel was more complicated than most would imagine, he would walk around with a smile on his face, as simple as any high school kid could be.
They were walking back to Joels new car, which he recieved from his parents on his 17th birthday, as a gift, when Alec asked Joel "Where can we go to dinner?"
Fuck you. That's what I managed to write in the last 7 minutes of my fourth period class. Will I finish it, probably not. You know what would be an interesting experiment, get 30 people, of different genders, races, so on and so forth, and get them to read a small portion of a story and tell them to write the rest, then compare. Or get a screenplay, and get 10 different people to read it and direct their own version of it. Fuck me. I suppose this post would have been better had I been a more interesting person, right?
The first part of "How Joel and Harry Got to the Party" (If you've seen The Royal Tenenbaums, imagine the Alec Baldwin narration voice narrating this.) ...
It was the night of December 30th, in less than 24 hours, Harry would be at the biggest part of his life. 10:13, Harry was walking out of a movie theatre with two of his friends, Joel and Alec.
Alec was rather tall, he often would make jokes strictly pertaining to the television show 'Scrubs' or mediocre films like 'Desperado' and 'Righteous Kill.' Joel was short, had blonde hair and a heart of gold. Joel was more complicated than most would imagine, he would walk around with a smile on his face, as simple as any high school kid could be.
They were walking back to Joels new car, which he recieved from his parents on his 17th birthday, as a gift, when Alec asked Joel "Where can we go to dinner?"
Fuck you. That's what I managed to write in the last 7 minutes of my fourth period class. Will I finish it, probably not. You know what would be an interesting experiment, get 30 people, of different genders, races, so on and so forth, and get them to read a small portion of a story and tell them to write the rest, then compare. Or get a screenplay, and get 10 different people to read it and direct their own version of it. Fuck me. I suppose this post would have been better had I been a more interesting person, right?
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