No Day But Today

This is how important to me it is.

Sat, 31 Dec 2005 11:56:49 GMT

LAUREN, DEVIN, and RYAN.

Yeah...

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 10:47:15 GMT

I've decided I'm done with this now. I don't even like coming to update here anymore...

So I'm not. I'm sick of fighting, and I'm sick of High School..

So now I'm officially leaving. Bye everyone. I'll miss you.

Erronous Statements. Part 1.

Sun, 11 Sep 2005 06:52:37 GMT

I was conversing with a friend and she told me someone she knew said this:

'OK, here's how it works in the real world: people that are unaccepted usually die early deaths, have chronic depression, find no meaning in life, and live in social solitude.'

Is this true or not true? Answer freely.

:EDIT:

I think its save to say I hate you.

This is going to settle it.

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 22:16:51 GMT

Because certain people believe that I'm a racist because I said that Bush was a racist, and because I 'assign color to everything', because I assigned color to ONE thing, I'd like to make a few things known.

Racial jokes aren't funny to me. They never have been.

I made a few fucked up and racially geared comments toward Bush, and a few of my white friends got upset about it. SO upset that they called me racist. That I'm spreading racism with comments about Bush being racist about the whole Katrina business and him not attending NAACP meetings.

For these people, I make this post.

HYPOCRITES. How many times in you're presence, have I had to deal with racial jokes geared directly at me? For people to show be a dark screen and say "Oh look! its you"? For people to tell jokes about how I must steal because I'm black, and I must play basketball because I'm black, or saying that I HAVE to be able to sing becuse I'm black.

And I read your post, about how you saw 'black people eating chicken again'. Or see you saying you want shirts that say 'Dave Chapelle went to Africa...thats one down!'.

Or how about the insane about of black jokes you just constantly tell all over the place.

Do I do this?
Do I sit around talking about how white you are?
Do I make silly assumptions, because you're white?
Do I want shirts that say 'White people are all racist'?
DO I?

No. BUT I'M THE RACIST.

I don't make racial jokes, because I know that that joke would be offensive to someone I'm FRIENDS with. They don't have to be there for me to feel like an asshole for saying some stereotypical shit.

I dont know why its a new fad now, to tease and joke about race all the time. I don't have many black friends, because all they do is talk about how bad white people are and how racist they all are, and make a bunch of racial jokes. I don't believe them, I don't agree with them, so I don't talk to them.

Then I go to the white community, and I've got them saying how bad black people are, and how racist they all are, and they're sticking all the stereotypes on me, making all of this shit like its a big joke.

Where the fuck am I supposed to go???

And I'm sick, SICK of people telling me that there isn't a race problem in the world and that I'm just making it all up. I'm SICK of people telling me that separation isn't still going on, and I'm making a big deal out of nothing.

SEPARATION IS REAL. SEPARATION IS STILL HERE. And THATS why I'm stuck. THATS why me and a few people who try to ignore the color line and befriend everyone get trapped.

There IS a line. There's a line drawn by every race. I feel like I'm standing with one foot on one side and one foot on the other. Trying to scrape it away.

You've got the people, who see the line and like it. and the people who see the line, and refuse to cross it, either because they like the line, or they're too afraid to cross over it, because their group will force them to stay on that other side, shunned by their own culture. Then the people that say, who see the line and say, fuck it, and cross.

What happends when they cross, is why their still a line. You cross into another culture, they may feel like you're intruding so they shove you out. Or they may just ignore you all together, can't be called a racist if you don't deal with the other race right? Or the culture that lets you stay, but keep reminding you that you're different, sometimes deliberate, sometimes not deliberate. So usually, its just easier to stay on your own side of the line. Crossing comes with too much reality for most people. Why make life harder for yourself? But I can't forget my favorite group when you cross. You find people just like you, who said fuck it and crossed the line, and you ran into each other and said "cool. we've got alot in common.'

There IS a LINE. Just because some of you might not see it doesn't mean it isn't there.

And just because I see it, doesn't mean I'm a racist.

Why Bush sucks.

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 17:16:48 GMT

First president in U.S. history to enter office with a criminal record.

In his first two years in office, over 2 million Americans lost their jobs.

Shattered record for biggest annual deficit in history.

Set all-time record for biggest drop in the history of the stock market.

Cut the taxes of the wealthiest people in America (those making over $200,000 a year).

Members of Bush Administration are the richest administration in history.

First year in office set the all-time record for most days on vacation by any president in U.S. history.

Cut unemployment benefits for more out-of-work Americans than any president in U.S. history.

Dissolved more international treaties than any president in U.S. history.

Set the all-time record for biggest annual budget spending increases.

First president in U.S. history to attack a sovereign nation against the will of the

United Nations and the world community.

Took the biggest world sympathy for the U.S. after 9/11, and in less than a year, made the U.S. the most resented country in the world.

First U.S. president in history to have a majority of people in Europe (over 70%) view his presidency as the biggest threat to world peace and stability.

In the 18 months following the 9/11 attacks, he has successfully prevented any public investigation into the biggest security failure in the history of the United States.

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Sat, 03 Sep 2005 06:58:38 GMT

Hurricane Katrina hits, and I see more black people on the news than I have ever seen in my life.

And it takes them a week to get there. WTF. We're the first people everywhere else when tragedy strikes, but when it happeneds in the black part of New Orleans, it takes them a fucking week.

Im sick of this shit.

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 08:16:36 GMT

'Nuff said.

sigh...

Sun, 21 Aug 2005 08:39:49 GMT

How much property has to be damaged until you realize that this shit isn't worth it??

I'm sick of this.

Extras please??

Wed, 17 Aug 2005 05:49:07 GMT

So i'm making a movie.

Anyone want to be an extra for tomorrows shoot? We need people who think they look awesome in Guitar Shops that don't know that we're filming there.

We'll probably start shooting there at 2:30-3pm, but we might start sooner, depending on how much we finish before that. Give me a ring!

Rides can be provided...if no one mines being smashed in between other people. :)

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Its Over.

Fri, 12 Aug 2005 09:38:18 GMT

We broke up.

Need Advice?

Mon, 01 Aug 2005 09:54:18 GMT

Ask EBS

I started and advice column.

We're all Cowards then.

Mon, 04 Jul 2005 11:10:24 GMT

WHY ISN'T ANYONE ALLOWED TO VENT IN THEIR JOURNALS ANYMORE?

Wtf. This is a journal. its a place online where you can type out your feelings and your friends can say "hey man, its alright, I've been there". Its a place for incouragement, and for people to get to know each other and most of all, a way to expose yourself to other peoples thoughts and feelings so that we can all realize that the world doesn't revolve around us and that there's whole world of people who have thoughs and feelings just like we do.

People constantly say that is cowardly to go online and be pissed off, or be overly emotional about something, then go back to your life in the real world and pretend to be normal.

Its down right rude and inconsiderate to read someones thoughts and feelings and tell them they're wrong for putting it there. or that they're wrong for feeling that way.

How can one be a coward when they've got their picture in the right hand corner, and they've got their name on the journal, and everyone reading knows who it is? How can someone be considered a coward, when they KNOWINGLY say how they feel, regardless of who's going to read it and how many people are going to get offended by it.

I always see these people online, saying 'your a coward for going online and saying all of this shit instead of saying it to my face'.

I want to see one of you 'brave' people actually come offline and talk about how cowardly we're being online. out of the lj fights I've had and the confrontations I've had online, not one of you people who have called me and my friends cowards online have ever called me, or have ever said it to OUR faces. If you believe I'm such a coward for putting my feelings online, why don't you express your own feelings OFFLINE? If expressing yourself online is cowardly and online journals are made for expressing yourself, why haven't any of you 'brave' people closed your livejournal accounts? Why haven't you picked up the phone, and just been emotional with everyone on your friends list, no matter how mad you are, or how hurt your feeling?

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Props list for movie

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 06:09:48 GMT

I NEED EVERYTHING ON THIS LIST!!! IF YOU HAVE ANY OF IT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!! THANKIE!!

Lights for interior scenes
CD Player
Backpacks
Briefcase
Books
Clipboard
School Supplies
Homework Book
an Ipod
Light Sabers
Pensils
Video game
Hula Dancing girl (for a car)
Fluffy steering wheel thing
Darth Vader Helmet
a nice mens watch
cellphones
a small guitar
a cane
a gray wig
pots and pans
an apron
mittens
Job Applications
Fake sword or gun
Newspapers
Glove
and a baseball

Movie.

Mon, 23 May 2005 21:41:31 GMT

Auditions for Point Taken being held at Scottys on Tues. and Thur. @ 1pm.09

Call me for Directions, Audition Materials, Etc.

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Thu, 12 May 2005 08:21:57 GMT

THE MOVIE IS FINISHED!!

We still need alot more people, so comment if you have any extra time or have any suggestions.

EXT.-BUS STOP

MICHAEL, a college student of about 19, sits at a bus stop wearing a back pack. Traffic zooms by, but he does not seem to notice. He has a far off look on his face. The bus pulls up in front of him and he steps on board.

CUT TO:

INT.-BUS

MICHAEL nods to the bus driver, and puts some change in the money collector. He walks to the back of the bus and seats himself next to a man about the same age. There is a definite contrast between the two. MICHAEL is dressed in a somewhat bland, semi-professional manner, with no sense of style. The man seated next to him is dressed much more casually, but much more stylishly. They sit in silence for a moment, then the stranger (MIKEY) turns to MICHAEL.

MIKEY

Nice day.

MICHAEL

Yeah.

(short pause)

MIKEY

Gonna to rain on this week.

MICHAEL

Yeah?

MIKEY

Yeah. It might be cold too. Better dress warmly.

MICHAEL

I’ll keep that in mind.

MIKEY

-Sigh-I hate the rain.

MICHAEL

Never bothered me much.

MIKEY

Yeah, but you can’t go out and do anything.

MICHAEL

I don’t do much of that anyways.

MIKEY

(gives MICHAEL a disappointed look) ….ok

MICHAEL

What?

MIKEY

Nothin.

(pause)

MICHAEL

WHAT?

MIKEY

.Don’t want to spend your life cooped up inside, you’ll miss everything.

MICHAEL

Well, that’s why they invented TV isn’t it?

MIKEY

Bull. They made TV to make money. Its all about commercials. But TV-- I mean, you can hear it and see it. But can you smell it, or taste it, or feel it?

MICHAEL

Hmmm, still pretty damn entertaining though.

MIKEY

Can’t really argue with that but Life’s MUCH better--if you allow it to be.

MICHAEL

…If I ALLOW it to be?

MIKEY looks out the window.

INSERT SHOT:

EXT.-SIDEWALK-MIKEY’S POV

A man in a business suite carrying a brief case can be seen walking down the sidewalk, minding his own business.

CUT BACK:

INT.-BUS (CONTINUOUS)

MIKEY

(points out the window) That guy, walking over there.

MICHAEL

Yeah.

MIKEY

What do you see?

MICHAEL

(confused) some guy walking down the sidewalk?

MIKEY

Exactly my point, you take the fun out of everything. (gestures to guy) that man is married and in the middle of a steamy love affair with his secretary. He does her doggie style every day on his office desk.

(pause)

MICHAEL

Come on dude, How could YOU know that?

MIKEY

I don’t. But I don’t know that he’s not doing that either. the way I see it, is that it’s entirely up to my own interpretation.

MICHAEL

Sure. Whatever.

The bus comes to a halt. MICHAEL stands up without acknowledging MIKEY and gets off the bus.

CUT TO:

EXT.-BUS STOP

MICHAEL exits the bus and walks over to a bus schedule. He checks the schedule and then glances at his watch. He seats himself on a bench and the absent minded look returns to his face.

CUT TO:

EXT.-BUS STOP-A FEW MINUTES LATER

A new bus pulls up. MICHAEL stands and gets on board.

CUT TO:

INT.-SECOND BUS

MICHAEL repeats the procedure, putting more money into the change collector. He walks to the back of the bus. MIKEY is on board, seated alone. MICHAEL goes and sits next to him.

MIKEY

Buy a bus pass.

MICHAEL

Main: We’ve got change.

(he rubs his stomach and grimaces.)

MIKEY

Whats wrong now?

MICHAEL

I don’t think the pot roast last night was cooked right.

MIKEY

You sure its just the food?

MICHAEL

What do you mean?

MIKEY

Nothin…

MICHAEL

Dude.

MIKEY

You almost told them.

MICHAEL

Yeah, I know.

MIKEY

I don’t get you. They’re your family for Christ sake. Its not like they’ll exile you or anything.

MICHAEL

Dad grounded me because I got a C in eighth grade science.

MIKEY

(pause) SO?

MICHAEL

So…I don’t know. It’s not that easy.

MIKEY

Oh Jesus, it is that easy. You just won’t let yourself believe it is.

MICHAEL

I don’t want to think about this right now.

MIKEY

Yes you do.

MICHAEL

No I don’t.

MIKEY

(gestures to self) uh…yes. YOU DO.

MICHAEL

Well I’m done talking about it.

MIKEY

Fine, whatever, suit yourself.

MICHAEL stands up and gets off the bus. The camera follows MICHAEL until he is off the bus, then pans back to where MIKEY was seated a moment ago. He is gone.

CUT TO:

EXT.-STREET CORNER

MICHAEL stands on the street corner, waiting for the light to change so he can cross the street. The light turns green and he crosses the street. When he gets to the other side he proceeds straight ahead down a walk way leading on to what is clearly a college campus. He passes a sign that reads "Arizona State University".

CUT TO:

EXT.-WALKWAY (CONTINUOUS)

As MICHAEL walks absent mindedly down the walkway, a man in a business suite (POLITICIAN GUY) walks towards him from the opposite direction. POLITICIAN GUY is carrying a clip board. When he reaches MICHAEL he does an about face, and falls into step with him.

POLITICIAN GUY

Alright sir, we’ve got a lot to cover today. Let’s talk about abject poverty, we haven’t talked about that one in a while.

MICHAEL

You mean at home or abroad?

POLITICIAN

Both.

MICHAEL

I think you have to distinguish between the two. If we want to solve poverty around the world, we’ve got to deal with it here first.

POLITICIAN

Very good, sir. So lets talk solutions here at home. Socialism?

MICHAEL

No. It’s a good idea, but it ignores the basic human problem of greed.

POLITICIAN

Excellent point.

MICHAEL

It should start with education. We should focus more emphasis on making school about training for career skills, make it more hands on and specific, less lectures about subjects that no one cares about.

POLITICIAN

What about the….’invalids’ who can’t keep up on employment?

MICHAEL

Give them some place to live, make sure their basic needs are met. The rich people can afford to pay more taxes. If they want more than just food and shelter, they can go and work for it, but if they’re content with that, so be it, keeps them off the street.

They walk into a class room. The camera follows them inside.

CUT TO:

INT.-CLASS ROOM (CONTINUOUS)

Students are seating themselves, getting ready to start class. MICHAEL and POLITICIAN GUY continue their conversation.

POLITICIAN

Taxing the rich isn’t going to solve the problem. All this is still going to cost a lot of money, how are we expected to---

By this point MICHAEL is no longer listening to POLITICIAN GUY. His focus has turned to an attractive girl making her way to her seat. MICHAEL waves POLITICIAN GUY away. POLITICIAN GUY gives him an annoyed look and then disappears.

MICHAEL continues to watch the pretty girl as she seats herself. He finds a seat a few rows away from her and continues to stare. She looks up, and the two briefly make eye contact. She gives him an inquisitive look, he looks away, and she goes back to what she was doing. As he leans back into his seat, we notice that there is a very beautiful girl seated next to him (HOT CHICK). She leans over to him.

HOT CHICK

Well SHE’S pretty.

MICHAEL

Hey babe

HOT CHICK

-mimics- Hey babe. (looks hurt flirtatiously) You cheating on me?

MICHAEL

I wouldn’t dare.

HOT CHICK

-mimics- You wouldn’t dare. (giggles)You’re so funny, and cute. Come on admit it, you think she’s hot.

She gets up and seats herself on his lap.

MICHAEL

(pause) Uh…

HOT CHICK

No sense denying it, I know how you think.

MICHAEL

Baby, you know you’re the only one for me.

HOT CHICK

Don’t lie to me, little boy.

MICHAEL

God I wish you wouldn’t call me that.

HOT CHICK

Why not, it’s very appropriate.

MICHAEL

I think you should leave now.

She starts rubbing her hand up and down his chest.

HOT CHICK

I think I’ll stay.

MICHAEL

(gulps) Ok.

HOT CHICK

I think you and me can make class a little more interesting today…

She runs her hand down to his pants. He enjoys himself for a split second, then sits bolt upright and lets out a heavy sigh. She is gone. A guy (BLAKE) student walks in and seats himself next to MICHAEL in the seat previously occupied by HOT CHICK.

BLAKE

Hey dude.

MICHAEL

Hey.

BLAKE

Do the homework?

MICHAEL

Yeah. You?

BLAKE

I got through it, that last question was a bitch though.

MICHAEL

Yeah.

BLAKE

(changing the subject) Dude. Party. Devin’s tonight. You in?

MICHAEL

Nah, that’s alright.

BLAKE

Dude, when was the last time you went to a real party? Come on, what else are you going to do tonight? It’s not like you have a date or anything.

MICHAEL

I don’t know. School’s almost over. I’ve got a shit load of homework so---

BLAKE

(interrupts)PSSSSSSHH LAME!. That’s the worse excuse I’ve ever heard, even from you. It’s a Friday night, you should be OUT.

MICHAEL

This summer.

BLAKE

(rolles eyes and is distracted) Hey, dude, check out that girl in the front row, she is fiiine.

You think so??

(He gives him a look).

CUT TO:

EXT.-MU

MICHAEL and BLAKE are sitting eating lunch. We join them mid-conversation.

BLAKE

(shakes head) you’re not going to the party. (takes a bite of sandwich, mouth full) Honestly I don’t get you sometimes man, (swallows) its like you hate fun or something.

MICHAEL

I do not hate fun. I like fun. In fact, I have plenty of fun, I just don’t have the time today.

BLAKE

Uh-hu, sure what ever you say buddy. (he is preoccupied looking at a girl walking by)

MICHAEL

What?? I mean, I need to download some music for my ipod.

BLAKE

(coming back to reality) I’ll give you some CD’s to burn. Megadeth is the SHIT. Not as good as MY band though. By the way, you should come to our band practice this weekend. You can listen to our new songs, watch me shred, be awwed by my adoring public. (generously) I might even let you play, just to see what you’ve got.

MICHAEL

I don’t have much, I don’t practice that often.

BLAKE

Our bass is being an ass lately. He’s got a new girlfriend and he wants to spend more time with her. Man, what pussy can do. I tell you, the only reason why men try to get rich is so they can get some ass. Man, if ass was free…

MICHAEL

Your point dude?

BLAKE

So my points that if you can play anything, we’ll probably add you to the group. You couldn’t be THAT bad if you’re friends with me. (winks)

MICHAEL

I don’t know man. I’ll think about it. I gotta go to class. Give me a call tomorrow. K?

BLAKE

The party option’s still open dude!

MICHAEL

Nah man, you have fun.

BLAKE

K…(as he is once again distracted by a fine specimen of a woman).

CUT TO:

EXT.-WALKWAY (CONTINUOUS)

MICHAEL walks to class deep in thought. He passes various events occurring on campus. But takes no notice.

CUT TO:

INT.-CLASS ROOM

MICHAEL sits in class, the professor is in the middle of a very boring lecture. MICHAEL sits, chin down. Suddenly a little kid carrying a light saber, and starts fighting invisible bad guys. MICHAEL watches him, moving his shoulders slightly to the actions of the kid. The guy next to him leans over.

RANDOM GUY

Got a pencil?

MICHAEL

Huh…yeah.

The kid is gone.

CUT TO:

EXT.-WALKWAY

MICHAEL is walking down the walkway. POLITICIAN GUY shows up and walks with him.

POLITICIAN

Sir, were you aware that although the United States only has five percent of the world’s population, it uses nearly half the world’s energy?! Not to mention we’re the only major power that did not sign the Kyoto Accords. I’m telling you sir, this planet is doomed.

MICHAEL

It isn’t doomed. We need to start by getting off of fossil fuels. The government needs to invest significant money in hydrogen technology, otherwise it’s never going to come to pass. In the mean time, I’m riding the bus home.

POLITICIAN

Very good, sir. Every little bit helps.

MICHAEL runs into BLAKE.

BLAKE

Hey dude. Where are you going?

MICHAEL

To catch the bus.

BLAKE

Awww, don’t do that, man, I’ll give you a ride.

MICHAEL

Cool. Thanks.

POLITICIAN

But, sir, what about…

MICHAEL

(to POLITICIAN GUY) Thin, car pooling.

POLITCIAN

(scribbling) Car pooling! Excellent.

And he is gone.

CUT TO:

INT.-BLAKE’S CAR

MICHAEL rides with BLAKE while music blares on the stereo. BLAKE reaches down and turns the volume down. He turns to MICHAEL.

BLAKE

Ok. That chick in Bio. She digs you man! want me to hook you up?

MICHAEL

-Sigh- that’s okay.

BLAKE

COME ON DUDE! You haven’t gotten any in like…ages. When’s the last time you smacked some ass??

MICHAEL

Yeah, but…still…

MIKEY is now seated in the seat behind MICHAEL. He leans forward and talks directly into MICHAEL’s ear.

MIKEY

COME ON!! We’ve haven’t got laid in a century!

BLAKE

You haven’t even gotten laid in like a century.

MIKEY

(points to best friend) see…

MICHAEL

I don’t know…

BLAKE

What is there not to know about? Hot chick. Hot chic on you balls. What IS THERE TO THINK ABOUT.

MIKEY

We should listen to him. Why don’t we ever listen to him??

MICHAEL

(to MIKEY) Look at him.

MIKEY

Point taken.

BLAKE

Look man, all Im saying is that what you’re doing is unheathly.

MICHAEL

(pauses) Unhealthy?

BLAKE

Come on man…we NEED it.

MICHAEL

Need what?

BLAKE AND MIKEY

SEX MAN! SEX!!

MICHAEL

I don’t need sex, I just..well….I just like it.

MIKEY

Liar.

BLAKE

Ever heard of Frued?

MICHAEL gives him a blank look.

MIKEY

See…this is what happens when you ditch Phych.

BLAKE

Sigmund and Frued? Theyre the dude that like, said we had this…this thing…I don’t really remember, but its like we have these sexual desires that need to be fullifilled.

MICHAEL

So…we ‘need’ sex.

BLAKE

Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.

(pause)

MIKEY

Isn’t it just one guy?

MICHAEL

(points to self) I ditched Phych. But I’m sure your right.

BLAKE

So anyway. The party.

MICHAEL

I’m not going.

MIKEY

We’re not? Why aren’t we?

MICHAEL

We just aren’t.

BLAKE

Who’s we?

MICHAEL

What? Never mind. I’m just not going alright.

BLAKE

But DUUUUUUDDE! Theres a keg! A FREE KEG! That means drunk chicks. And drunk chicks are easy dude. REAL easy.

MICHAEL

-rolls eyes- I’ve got other things to do.

MIKEY

Shut up, no you don’t. Go to the party, douche.

BLAKE

Well, I guess, if that’s how you feel.

MIKEY

(to BLAKE) That’s NOT how he feels. (to MICHAEL) That’s not how you feel. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!

MICHAEL

Thanks man.

MIKEY repeats the word "no" over and over. BLAKE pulls into MICHAEL’s driveway. MICHAEL jumps out and turns back to BLAKE.

BLAKE

I’ll call you tomorrow.

MIKEY

(reluctantly getting out of the car) DON"T CALL US TOMORROW!! WAIT WAIT!...GODDAMNIT!

MIKEY stands looking mournfully after the car, as MICHAEL walks inside.

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S KITCHEN (CONTINUOUS)

MICHAEL walks in and grabs a Mountain Dew from the fridge, then exits.

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S LIVING ROOM

MICHAEL seats himself, pops open his soda, and pushes play on the DVD player. He is watching Return of the Jedi.

INSERT MONTAGE:

Time passes as MICHAEL continues to watch the movie. With each new shot, more Mountain Dews are added to the table next to him, and he is in a new position.

END MONTAGE

MIKEY is now there, also seated on the couch. He give MICHAEL a malevolent look.

MIKEY

I hate you.

MICHAEL

What? This is fun.

MIKEY

You’re kidding.

MICHAEL nibbles on some popcorn.

MIKEY

Dude, how many times have we seen this?

MICHAEL shrugs.

MIKEY

( says words in time with movie) TOO MANY!

MICHAEL

It’s a classic.

MIKEY

Do you even remember sex?

MICHAEL

Well…

MIKEY

You know. SEX. We need it. Ask Blake. He’ll tell you. Wait..NO HE WON’T. HE’s TOO BUSY GETTING LAID!

MICHAEL

Do you ever wonder is Luke and Leia ever slept together? I mean, it’s not like they knew they were related to each other.

(Cut to a shot of leia in the bikini)

MIKEY

I DON"T CARE! I LIKE REAL PEOPLE! REAL WOMEN! REAL SEX!... How many times can you get off on Leia in the gold bikini??

MICHAEL

-shrugs- She’s hot.

MIKEY

She’s like 50 now. AND fat.

MICHAEL

Doesn’t matter.

MICHAEL pushes a button on the remote, and a clip of Leia in the gold bikini comes on.

MIKEY

Yeah I see your point…(pauses to watch) But still dude. I’d give up Leia for that hot chick in Bio any day.

MICHAEL

Eh.

MIKEY leans back on the couch and breathes an exasperated sigh.

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S BEDROOM-MORNING

MICHAEL is asleep. POLITICIAN GUY sits at the foot of his bed starring intently down at MICHAEL’s unconscious form. He checks his watch, and looks down at the clip board, ready. MICHAEL opens his eyes. Without hesitation…

POLITICIAN

And furthermore, the issue of domestic violence has still yet to be covered….

MICHAEL gets up and walks to the bathroom. When he opens the door, MIKEY is there waiting for him.

MIKEY

I hope you’re happy. I hope you feel---

MICHAEL slams the door in MIKEY’s face. He walks to his bedroom door and exits. POLITICIAN GUY walks to the bathroom door and opens to face MIKEY.

POLITICIAN

WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S KITCHEN

MICHAEL walks in. The phone rings. He checks the caller ID and rolls his eyes slightly. He picks up.

MICHAEL

Hey man.

INSERT SHOT:

INT.-BLAKE’S CAR

BLAKE is driving while talking on the phone.

BLAKE

Hey man that was an awesome party man, terrific, fucking fantantic, mind blo-----

CUT BACK:

INT.-MICHAEL’S KITCHEN (CONTINUOUS)

MICHAEL hangs up the phone. He opens a cupboard and begins rummaging. There is a knock at the door. MICHAEL answers it. It’s BLAKE.

BLAKE

Haha weird shit dude, we got disconnected. Now, lets go.

MICHAEL

Go? Go where?

CUT TO:

INT.-GUITAR SHOP

The KID is there. He jams out on a guitar with surprising skill while MICHAEL watches, clearly wanting to jam. BLAKE walks over to a guitar.

BLAKE

This guitar, (he holds it up like its precious) the gods of rock sent it here. I swear dude, touch it. Go on, touch it.

MICHAEL

-holds guitar for a split second- its okay.

BLAKE

(as if insulted) JUST OKAY???? JUST O---(looks up to the heavens) he doesn’t mean it.

MICHAEL rolls his eyes. MIKEY shows up. BLAKE wonders around the shop like a kid in a candy store.

MIKEY

I can’t believe you haven’t told him.

MICHAEL

What? You again, oh geez.

MIKEY

What kind of guy doesn’t tell his best friend his biggest problem?

MICHAEL

The kind that….well…..me, okay? Me.

MIKEY

You need to quit hiding from yourself. When are you going to let people see who you really are?

MICHAEL

I’ve been busy.

MIKEY

You’ve been---You’ve b---fuck it dude. I quit.

MIKEY disappears. BLAKE signals for MICHAEL to join him in looking at another guitar.

BLAKE

Check this one out, dude. Pure gold.

MICHAEL

I thought the other one was ‘from the gods of rock’. This ones just ‘gold’ who cares about gold when you have something from the gods?

(pause)

BLAKE

Dude shut up.

CUT TO:

EXT.-SIDEWALK

MICHAEL is walking home. An old lady walks by and he checks her out. HOT CHICK appears.

HOT CHICK

You dog.

MICHAEL

Huh?

HOT CHICK

I saw you checking that old lady out.

MICHAEL

That’s gross.

HOT CHICK

Yep, you wanted to screw that old lady. Can’t you just picture a lady that old riding your-

MICHAEL

You’re disgusting. I looked because it always helps to have a comparison. Looking at somebody as hideous as an old lady helps me appreciate-

HOT CHICK

Me?

MICHAEL

Exactly.

HOT CHICK

(scratches his chin) Awww, that’s cute. Sort of…I think you and me are going to have a little fun tonight.

MICHAEL’s eyes widen. HOT CHICK kisses him on the cheek and disappears. He sighs and walks on.

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S KITCHEN

MICHAEL walks in the house. His mom is there cooking dinner.

MOM

You’re back! I was worried.

MICHAEL

Why?

MOM

Because you’re my son, and its my prerogative. And I love you.

MICHAEL

-rolles eyes- Thanks.

MOM

Did you fill out your applications?

MICHAEL

Yeah.

MOM

And did you turn them in?

MICHAEL

I’m getting to it.

MOM

Getting to it? What’s stopping you?

MICHAEL

I’ve been busy.

MOM

Well, whenever you get a chance. (beams) Gosh I’m so happy you decided to go into Russian Literature.

MICHAEL

Yeah.

MOM

(beams some more and gives kiss on cheek) Dinner will be ready by 6.

MICHAEL

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S BEDROOM (CONTINUOUS)

MICHAEL walks in. MIKEY is there waiting for him.

MIKEY

Well that went PERFECT didn’t it.

MICHAEL

Dude, can it alright.

MIKEY

I’m DONE canning it!

MICHAEL

I thought you said you gave up.

MIKEY

I’m your other half, I CANT give up.

MICHAEL

Whatever. I’ll handle it okay.

MIKEY

You’ve been ‘handling it’. Has anything been done? NO.

MICHAEL

I don’t see why it’s any of your business.

MIKEY

(gestures to self) OTHER HALF.

MICHAEL

Fine, but keep out of it. I’ve got it covered, I’ve just been busy.

MIKEY

Busy. Busy. Busy. BUSY doing what? I’m with you everyday, in and out and you know what I see? You’re busy sitting on your ass, busy avoiding yourself, busy lying to the people you love, busy---

MICHAEL

ALRIGHT already I get it, okay.

MIKEY

Do you get it?? Do you REALLY get it? Or are you just going to go back to laying around watching Star Wars instead of living your fucking life?

MICHAEL

I don’t have to take this from you.

MIKEY

You don’t take it from anyone. What about your best friend? He’s always looking out for you and all you do is ignore him.

MICHAEL

Well, what am I supposed to do? I mean, I’ve been trying okay, what more do you want from me?

MIKEY

What do I want?

MICHAEL

Yeah. What do you want??

MIKEY

I want you to DO it. Fucking do it. Quit hiding behind being ‘busy’ and something with yourself, can’t you even for once just---

The camera pans to reveal POLITICIAN GUY seated in a chair near the bed. He rubs his eyes groggily, and looks up to see MICHAEL looking at him. MIKEY is gone. POLITICIAN GUY quickly grabs his clip board.

POLITICIAN

Oh…-checks watch- hmm…well…can’t complain. So. About the abortion issue….

CUT TO:

INT.-BLAKE’S GARAGE

BLAKE and his band are playing a song. MICHAEL walks in midway through and listens to the rest of the song. Once the song is done, BLAKE puts down his instrument and walks over to MICHAEL.

BLAKE

Hey man, you made it. What’dya think?

MICHAEL

Pretty tight, dude.

BLAKE

Thanks man. Here, give this little mamma a try.

MICHAEL

Little mamma?

BLAKE

Dude, shut up and take the fucking guitar.

MICHAEL

I don’t know man.

BLAKE

Aww, come on man, we won’t laugh. You can’t possibly be any worse than Jesse.

JESSE

Dude, fuck you.

MICHAEL

Ok, fine.

MICHAEL takes the guitar, sits, and begins to play. BLAKE looks on stunned. When MICHAEL is done playing, the band members applaud.

BLAKE

Dude! That was SOOO SWEEEEEET!

MICHAEL

Man, shut the fuck up.

BLAKE

Naw man, I was being totally serious. You ruled that thing!

BLAKE bows jokingly. MICHAEL contemplates the guitar in his hands for a moment. Then looks up.

MICHAEL

Hey man, I gotta run. Thanks for letting me play.

BLAKE

I’m telling you man, you should be with us.

MICHAEL

I’ll think about it, ok?

BLAKE

-gasp- I got an ‘I’ll think about it’!!?? The gods of rock are looking favorably down on us tonight. That’s the closest to yes I’ve ever heard from you.

MICHAEL

Yeah, well, don’t rub it in. See you guys.

MICHAEL leaves.

CUT TO:

EXT.-SIDEWALK

MICHAEL walks along. The KID runs along in front of him, fending off invisible attackers. MICHAEL joins in for a bit, then becomes self conscious, and goes back to simply walking.

CUT TO:

INT.-MICHAEL’S BEDROOM

MICHAEL plays video games. The KID plays along to the actions on the screen. As MICHAEL gets to an important part of the game, MIKEY enters.

MIKEY

Alright man, that’s it, you can’t avoid it any more. We’re going to talk about this. You’ve gotta face this shit, and now’s as good a time as any.

MICHAEL

I’m playing video games man.

MIKEY

Not any more you’re not.

MIKEY picks up the KID, who fights back. MICHAEL drops the controller. POLITICIAN GUY appears

POLITICIAN

Sir, we have to talk about the Middle East. If we solve the crises there, we’ll be much closer to creating world peace.

MIKEY drops the KID, walks over, to POLITICIAN GUY and takes his clip board. Just then HOT CHICK shows up on MICHAEL’s lap. Now she is being very friendly, much more so than we have ever seen her. MIKEY removes her by force.

MIKEY

You have to stop HIDING from your problems and FACE them.

Just then, all hell breaks loose, as several more previously unknown egos show up, all doing something distracting. As MIKEY goes to deal with them, MICHAEL gets up and runs out the door. MIKEY gives chase followed by all the other egos.

CUT TO:

INT- LIVING ROOM

MICHEAL runs past his MOM and DAD who are sitting on the couch reading newspapers. They both glance up as they see their son run past them at neck-breaking speed. DAD looks at MOM questioningly.

MOM

(shrugs) At least he’s out of the house.

DAD nods and they both continue reading.

EXT.-STREET IN FRONT OF MICHAEL’S HOUSE (CONTINUOUS)

MICHAEL runs down the street with his egos chasing him. He comes to a halt when he sees BLAKE’s car turn down the street. He spots him and stops the car as the egos surround him, all making noise at once. He gets out of the car and walks towards him. The egos part to let her through until she is standing in the middle of the circle with him.

BLAKE

Dude, are you alright? What’s wrong? Why were you running?

MICHAEL

Taking a jog.

BLAKE

WELL FINALLY!

Now the egos are becoming un-tolerable. We can barely here BLAKES next line. MICHAEL runs from the egos by hiding in various locations. He finally ditches them all and ends up back at home.

CUT TO:

INT-LIVING ROOM

His parents are a little concerned now.

MOM

Sweetie, is something wrong?

MICHAEL looks around. He see’s no egos, just his parents sitting there alone in the living room.

MICHAEL

Uh….no..everything fine.

DAD

Good, because we need to discuss the paperwork that needs to be filled out for you Russian Literatue core classes next semester. Its very important that you get them turned in son, those slots will fill up quick.

MOM

(nods) That’s right dear, you need to make sure you’re all signed up already okay.

(short pause)

MICHAEL

Sure Okay.

All of a sudden, the egos all are back in the room, yelling their demands, whining loudly, poking at him. He finally has had enough.

MICHAEL

NO!!

He’s alone again, with just his parents, his parents are bewildered. Only MIKEY remains in the back ground looking on.

DAD

What?

MICHAEL

I…I don’t want to major in Russian Literature.

And now MIKEY disappears too.

MOM

Michael, Honey…

MICHAEL

MOM….I just don’t want to, okay.

DAD

What are you going to do then? HMM??? Quit school?

MICHEAL

No…I…I want to major in Music. I want to be a musican.

DAD

A musican? You want to be a MUSICAN Michael? What kind of occupation is that?

MICHEAL

The kind I want.

DAD throws his hands up in frustration and leaves the room.

MOM

(smiles as sweetly as possible) Sweetie, you don’t think you’re rushing this a little bit? Maybe you should think about it a little longer?

MICHAEL

I’ve already thought about it Mom.

MOM

Well. You’ve decided then.

(pause)

I Hope you know what your doing, honey.

MICHAEL

Me Too.

CUT TO:

INT-BEDROOM

MICHAEL walks in and sits on the bed. MIKEY shows up.

MIKEY

Man, why is it that every time you have an issue we have to go through this?

MICHAEL

We do not go through this every time.

MIKEY

Remember asking Jenny to prom?

MICHAEL

Alright, point taken.

MIKEY

It’s alright man. We’ll get there. In the mean time, I’ll be here.

MICHAEL

Maybe one of these days I won’t need you anymore.

MIKEY

Let’s not get carried away buddy, you’ve still got to finish college, find the perfect woman, raise some kids…

MICHAEL

Alright, alright. Now do you mind? I need to relax.

HOT CHICK shows up.

MIKEY

What a perv. There may be hope for you yet, my friend.

MIKEY disappears, and the scene ends with MICHAEL grinning.

CUT TO:

EXT.-BUS STOP-FOLLOWING MORNING

As in the beginning, MICHAEL sits waiting for the bus. The bus pulls up and MICHAEL gets on board.

CUT TO:

INT.-BUS (CONTINUOUS)

MICHAEL puts in his change and nods to the driver as before. He goes and sits next to MIKEY.

MIKEY

We need a car, dude. You need to get a job.

MICHAEL

I know…but…

MIKEY

But what?

MICHAEL

That means I gotta a go looking. And fill out applications. And sit through interviews…

MIKEY

Welcome to the real world.

MICHAEL

I would think you of all people wouldn’t take the idea of a ‘real world’ too seriously.

MIKEY

Aww, man, now I’m starting to sound like you. Maybe that means I’m starting to rub off on you a little bit.

MICHAEL

You know what? I’m going to ask that hot girl in bio for her number.

MIKEY

No way. You are totally shitting me.

MICHAEL

No, I’m serious.

MIKEY

Haha, sure…

MICHAEL

What?

MIKEY

Nothin’.

MICHAEL

WHAT?

MIKEY says nothing.

MICHAEL

You don’t think I’m going to do it.

MIKEY

I didn’t say that.

(pause.)

MICHAEL

I hate you.

MIKEY just grins.

CUT TO:

EXT.-STREET (CONTINUOUS)

The camera watches the bus drive off into the distance.

FADE OUT

THE END

Dooo it.

Wed, 27 Apr 2005 14:15:37 GMT

I haven't slept. So do this.

Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. I.P. logging has been turned off for this post. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything.

Post anonymously [by selecting the anonymous box]. Speak honestly, because there isn't any censure here. Post as many times as you like. One faceless wonder to another.

And then, pass it on.

announcement.

Fri, 15 Apr 2005 08:49:47 GMT

IF ANYONE HAS ONE MORE LJ FIGHT IN THE NEXT SIX YEARS I'LL PERSONALLY KILL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU WITH PIANO WIRE IN YOUR SLEEP.

Thank you.

Tue, 25 Jan 2005 06:53:11 GMT

Can someone tell me what and who's shows are on Wednesday and Thursday??

Perferably Thurday??

Thankie!

Tue, 30 Nov 2004 07:31:45 GMT

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 09:00:45 GMT

Alyssa, whats your phone number, I miss you!

IM me about it.

Sat, 27 Nov 2004 06:33:10 GMT

Site becomes friends only on Tuesday. Comment or be deleted.

My mom's watching Seabiscut. I refuse to watch it because I think its one of those dumb emotional movies that will do nothing but make me upset. whatever, anyways, my eye hurts. and thats all good you know. my eye tends to always hurt.

WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT MY EYE??

Anyway, I guess I should explain why I want to make this friends only now. I plan on getting more serious with my entrys and quite frankly, I don't want the whole world knowing about it. or worrying about offending anyone. I hate having that feeling of "Oh I can't write that because it might offend so and so" or "so and so has this site, they might read it and know something I don't want them to know." well, this way I'll know everyone who reads it. Which will make me more open and less...closed off.

So if you're afraid you might get offended by something I write. Don't comment. If you'll still be my friend after I write something you might not agree with, comment.

Laters.

PS if you've commented already, you don't have to again....

....that was for Jason. :)

The Countdown ends.

Tue, 23 Nov 2004 07:28:15 GMT

I've been 18 for 26 minutes.

Richard was the first person to say happy birthday to me. I heart you!!!!

PS.
I KICK ASS!

Later Days.

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 07:39:10 GMT

This weekend went by too fast. I feel like it just started. I'm actually amazed at how tired I am. Usually, I can stay up till 3 w/ no problem, but I'm thinking about hitting it early today...which would be 1ish.

Saturday went pretty good. I went to the dance concert. Went over to Scottys and then went to the movies with my friends. it was cool. got 10 people to show up. it was a better turn out than I anticipated. I figured only 5 would actually make it. I'm happy I was wrong. I was even more surprised when people bought me gifts. I'm used to not getting anything. I mean, I always get the 'happy birthday' hugs and stuff, but people don't usually go out and get me stuff. The movie( The Incredibles) was pretty good. I was smashed between two handsome men so I wasn't upset. :) We all took up a whole row! After the movie, we went to Barnes and Nobles and bought me a calender, and checked out small penises...in books. I met a hottie named Queston and shook his hand. I said "Queston? Ebony...you have a nice firm handshake". As I walked away from him I thought "wow..how queer of me". But I didn't let it get me down. Then I went home and found out that about 10 other people I knew went to the movies RIGHT after us. It was coincidental.:)

On Sunday I turned over and looked at the clock and found that it read: 12:05. I was supposed to meet Scotty on the 12:20 bus. So my mind said, "Shit" as I rushed to get ready. We went to see Reckless....but we didn't get to actually SEE Reckless because it got sold out.So we went to Borders and Scotty bought me "Men Of Honor" for my birthday and we ended up seeing Bridget Jones : On The Edge Of Reason, which made me giggle eminsely. On the ride home, we agrued about LOTR, Frodo, and other movie type things. Scotty argued (or discussed). It was cool.

Then I came home and read "He just Not That Into" over my moms shoulder (since I've already read it), and then watched Men of Honor. I cried as usual.:)

Well, the weekend was pretty cool. I really liked being able to wear my own clothes for two days straight, instead of wearing my company 'uniform'. I truly miss weekends. Oh well, back to work tomorrow.

PS. Seeing the guys dance around like girls during the dance concert made my day. hahaha especially Mike.

Later Days

ONE MORE DAY PEEPS!!

Sat, 20 Nov 2004 06:17:36 GMT

I love how I always end the day by myself, wishing that I wasn't.

15 Because I'm coping Zach.

Wed, 17 Nov 2004 10:09:47 GMT

1. Choose 15 people from your friends list at random.
2. Write something about/to each of them.
3. Don't tell anyone who the statements are about. Good or bad. No matter how they beg!

1. I remember the first day I met you. You were in my math class bored like me. I made a joke and you laughed. You never stopped laughing at my jokes. Even when they werent all that good. I MISS YOU SO MUCH. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished. Soon, I hope to totally surprise the hell out of you and visit, but that time might not happen soon. Just know that I miss the way you used to listen to me, and how we used to cry on each other shoulders. I remember the first time I dared to cry over a boy. You where there. No one else saw that. You shared that with me. We ran miles together. Did push ups. Liked guys, got crushed by them. We talked on the phone until the juice ran out of my phone, and then I'd call you back with another extention. We had ONE HUNDRED AND TEN in-jokes. We knew because we took the time to count them. Pickled Tink. Bo Bob. The Dreaded 'George'. Scotum and his secret. 'VIOLENTLY THRUSTING'.:) We used to be able to give each other a look and we knew what was going on. You ran up and down the halls giggling and attempting to to the 'leprechan' kick when no one else would've. I couldn't ask for a better friend.

2. You were terribly unexpected. The fact that we've never offically met amazing me. I really like you. We've got so much in common its quite scary.It sucks that someone so good for me is so far away. Maybe one day, we'll meet up,and we might not do all we said we'd do (wink), but I'd really love to chat. So until we meet, we shall keep chatting it up.

3. YOU ARE AMAZING. I've never met someone I've been so jealous of and happy to know. You are so talented. Lately, things havent been going your way. I sincerely hope that changes. There's no way anyone as awesome as you are should ever be upset about anything. Its just not fair. I remember when I found out that you won the coat. I couldn't think of anyone more worthy of it. You're terrific and you're the most modest person about it. Thanks for proving that good people are still out there in the world.

4. My Love! :) God I miss seeing you everyday. Everytime I hear someone that reminds me of you I get a little sadder. You're my heart and I love it when I come back to TC and you hug me. Its like, if everyone else wasn't there, but you where, I would still go. You make me happy, even when you're not trying. Sometimes you get a little....crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I feel like you're the little brother that I don't live with. I miss you like crazy and I love seeing you happy. Hope to see you soon, dear.

5. You've got to be the hardest person to talk about here. Strange, since I think I know you the best.You've been there for me and done things with me. Even if you were...hesitant.:) I hope we never lose contact, and I sincerely hope you find someone amazing. You deserve it. I don't deserve you as a friend, especially after what I did, but you're still here. Even though it hurts sometimes. I'll never forget that. No matter what.

6......You are interesting. A bit perverse, sick, twisted, and down right disgusting at times. But you're yourself, and you don't care. Thats really awesome. I like how you've got an undying confidence in yourself. You make me laugh about things that shouldn't be funny, and you've got the best opinion about movies ever. You stick by your opinions no matter what. Whether its movies, theatre, music, or bicycle riding, you plan to make your opinion known... No matter how many people you freak out. :) Stay hardcore, and never change.Even for a girl. :)

7.hahaha I don't know you. We've met a total of once and you're awesome. and older than me. Something that doesn't apply for most of the people on this list. I think you're really smart and cool. Shorter than I thought.:) But all the more amazing and inspiring. Never stop updating your other site. EVER. it makes my day to much. Even if I don't comment. The only reason why I don't comment is that I feel like there's no way to put into words how awesome that was without totally sounding repetive. So write on, playa, write on. :)

8. You're really funny. I remember that at first, I didn't know what to think of you. I was like 'wow. funny but a little.....' But I got to know you and now you're one of the people I look for when I go back. I'm like 'Where is (INSERT NAME)'. And then I find you and its always a good thing. You rock hardcore. Sometimes I wish we could've gotten to know each other a tad bit more, but what can I really say, except.' CAN I GET A HOOORAHH!!' (haha yeah, I totally gave it away now)

9. Man your hilarious. You've got to be the best person at decribing people. No matter who it is, you've got a detailed decription of who and why they are strange. Its perfect. I don't think I'll ever find someone who can be so blunt and not care. Its so cool. I wish I could be like you when it comes to not caring if someone doesn't like you. Its so cool that when someone doesn't like you, you say "SO." and move on. But you're also really caring. You've got a huge heart that alot of people don't see. I'm really happy that I'm one of those people who get to see that. You're soooo cool. like Snoopy when he puts on the sunglasses and is 'Joe Cool'. :)

10. You are...wow. You have a tremedous way with words and you ALWAYS surprise me. I never know what to expect from you. Ever. Its a terrific feeling when you know that just by talking to this person, you're going to leave feeling better about yourself or whatever situation you've been in. You're such a beautiful person, inside and out. And a gentlemen...with a few Lude jokes. You are always appreciated and I couldn't forget you if I tried. You're amazing and whatever you do in life is going to be amazing. I always see people come in to my store. They've got business suits on and have cell phones and everything and I always smile to myself thinking "thats so (INSERT NAME)". Because I can't see you doing anything was short from fantastic because you never have. You give your all in everything, and thats going to do wonders for you in the real world. Don't forget me when you become rich and important. :)

11. Hahah.Omg. Just thinking about you makes me smile. You've got to be one of those people I never expected to talk to after HS, let alone have a small crush on. At the end of Junior year, all I could think was, 'wow, he's really nice...almost too nice'. Then you were in my class again Senior year and I was like, 'haha okay, this guy again'. But i must say, you really grew on me. When I see you, you always make me smile. You've got one of those winning personalities that make everyone around you feel perfect. You're the dream. Everyone wants to be you, but no one jealous of you because, frankly, you deserve it. You've always been nice to me, even though I didn't know why. After hanging out with you a few times, I realized, 'Yep, this guy is completely awesome. Nothing flawing him. Nothing." I'm proud to have you as a friend, and hope we get to hang out more in the future. Keep in Touch, I'd hate to lose someone so cool, just because High School ended.

12. Hehe. I don't really know you at all. I think we've spoken...twice? maybe three times. But you're really cool. You're geniunely a good person. You remind me of myself actually, except cuter. And white. :) You've got a wild, random thing that I like. Keep being crazy, its good for you.

13.I hate and like you at the same time. You introduced me to someone I can never be with. Bastard.:) But you're pretty awesome though. You're like the only person in the world who stays up as late, if not later than me. So those lonely nights online aren't quite so lonely when you're there. Who knows? Maybe I'll see you walking down the street one day and be like "HEY! You stay up too late too!" Rock on dude. Rock on.

14.I MISS YOU!! COME BACK! COME BACK! COME BACK! I don't think I like you being gone as much as I thought I did. :) You're one of my best friends in the world. Even though we don't have the same polictial Ideas (I bet YOU'RE HAPPY ABOUT THE ELECTION HUH!!) :), but we still vibe on...well...everything else. I miss you. No one else get it when I talk about the glass of Lemonade that wouldn't go down, or ManDyke and Sleeveman, or the fact that rollercoasters arent that scary after you bitch about them for long enough, or why its only right to call Lawrence 'Bambi', or why Jamba Juice isnt the same unless your sipping it while you talk about boys and the movie we're gonna make thats gonna blow 'Monty Python' out the water? Goddamnit I miss you too much. I miss hanging out with you at the Lake, and at the movies, and bowling, and Starbucks, and just spending the night at each others houses after watching hilarious or Gruesome movies. I miss how we both liked being boyish, but we hate being alone.I miss how we stayed up ridiculous times of night, just because we didn't have anything else to do. I miss how we never really 'hugged', and I miss talking about how funny the line 'pelvic bunions' was and how pissed we we're that they took it out. I MISS YOU!!! COME BACK COME BACK!!!

15. You rock. I hate that I just started talking to you this year. WHY DIDN'T YOU TALK LAST YEAR! I don't care if you where a choir kid. We met briefly because we had mutual friends, and I thought you were pretty cool. Then I saw that you joined TC. I was like '...alright. that earns cool points'. Then I saw you in the show and was totally blown away. I was like "WOW! Now thats talent." At that second I was like, "this guys awesome, why the heck was he so quiet?" So thats that. You rock. I like talking to you. its funny that I don't know you very well, and sometimes i look forward to talking to you more than the other people that I've known for years. I'm like "where the hecks (INSERT NAME)" and then there you go. I think you're one of reasons I kinda wish I had gotten one more year, Because knowing you for this sort period of time makes me realize that sometimes, good people come to you, and not the other way around. SO (lifts up imaginary wine glass), here's to more long conversations about nothing, and sharing of artistic genius...(more me than you.) :)

6 days people. SIX!

Laters.