Lets kick it

Im trying to get rid of this fucking coffee addiction.. tweakin just aint my thang anymore... Im watching The butterfly Effect.. But I guess im bout to go to a dennys and get some coffee with Vic. Shit, I'll never kick this shit

Deadbeat Dad

I have this idea for a movie about a guy that dies and then wakes up as a zombie and tries to fix his relationship between his ex wife and his estranged daughter. Thats a comedy if i ever seent one.

Lets do this shit

Dude, I need to say some shit to you. But I never get the chance. All I want to say is that I'm good. I just realized it, and everything will be all good. Don't trip this isnt a mental breakdown, its a mental wake up.

anyways, I'm in the library at school, super bored. I have to wait till later to go to the Rockville Inn so I can talk to the manager. I'm trying to lock down location for Insomnia Bites. Keep your fuckin fingers crossed.

Listening to "You're still pretty awesome to me" by The Kitchen Sink. I really like the message in the song. That no matter how much of a fuck up someone is, theres still someone out there that thinks they're great. Or at least thats what I think the song is about. I don't know if Seth had something else in mind.

Someone asked me why this blogspot doesnt have more screenplay stuff in it. The answer to that is cause blogspot posts dont really have a good format system. I can't really write out master scene in this thing without tearing my hair out.

Insomnia Bites

So I've started to work with my actors on the script that I wrote a few months back. I believe that I cast the right people. We're going through all the character prep for the three leads and its going well. They're asking questions that I've never even thought of. I think that this is going to be a good one. The only problem is finding a location. If I can't find that spot, then this movie cant be done.... This is where I start to panic.

A lot of people ask me how I came up with the story for Insomnia Bites. I put a lot of elements of my personal life into my scripts. At the time I started writing I actually based a lot of the dialogue on actual conversations that my friend Camber and I had. I really like her and wanted to do something to show her that I really appreciate her. And what other way than the only way I really know how... call me crazy. Its a real story and even though there is an element of mysticism and macabre, its core message is essentially the establishment of a healthy dialogue between friends.

I feel a great deal different about this script now that time has passed since I crossed the last t and dotted the last i. Things in my life are different, and its hard for me to look at it the same way. Subject matter of the stories we write should never be too far or too close to the heart. But I know that when this thing is done (hopefully), I want her to see it.. after all, wether she knows it or not, she helped me make this thing.

Closed Casket shoot day 1

Tomorrow starts the first day of what I am calling Hell Month. 5 Shorts in 1 month. The night that I try to sleep, and of course no results. Taking it one day at a time is the only sane way to do this. But my head just isn't in the right place. Theres one thing that lingers in my head, keeping me from my fucking dreams. I'm too stubborn to give it up.

There's this daydream I keep having..

Is there such a thing as a daymare? I guess some people would call ita panic attack.. Today I was asked through my formspring if I was racist.. I replied with "of course not! I hate everyone equally"

... its the end of the world dream that i've had before.. I blogged about it before too. it ends with a familiar looking girl in my past, putting two shotgun shells in her mouth, abd biting down on the percussion caps.. thus blowing her own brains out... weird... im sure its nothing.

"I've got a secret! Its on the tip of my tongue, its on the back of my lungs, and I'm gonna keep it! I know something you don't know!" -Bring Me The Horizon

ive been trying to write new songs... i have some great chord ideas but nothing seems to be coming together..

someone asked me on formspring this question: Whats your type?

and this is honestly the way i can answer:

Someone that can forgive my dumbass jokes and my fucked up sense of humor... someone that understands my demanding work schedule and my ridiculous career choice... someone that would just fucking trust me. someone that would let me be there for them... oh, and she has to look better than my fugly ass

Julius Ceasar

Easter vlog

I don't care

Its honestly what i think.

Do you think a Zebra is black with white stripes, or white with black stripes? Cause if you're a zebra and I can't figure you out. A paper tiger or a trojan horse? Blessing in disguise or does the devil wear Prada? This is bullshit. But luckily my friend Adam gave me some really good advice: Act like you don't care, and the trick is, don't really care.

4:00, wide awake

Yup, its the usual sleepless night. I haven't been writing in this blog for a while. I've actually had the pleasure of having a few good nights sleep. Right now its the beginning of spring break. That means that we have five weeks to get all of our films done. This is the calm before the storm. I feel as ready as I've ever been. I'm excited and I'm scared.... Lets see, what else has been going on? hmm.... I just started season 3 of Supernatural. I cant believe that I never got into this show before. This show is so graphic, I kinda don't believe that some of these episodes were on Tv.

Crazy thing happened to me today.. I went running with my friend Jamiel and a fucking bug flew into my mouth and I swallowed it. It had a bit of mass so it couldn't have been a mosquito. And it was definitely bigger than a ladybug.. That thing better have died in my stomach.. I don't want a fucking alien popping out of my chest while I'm eating dinner with my friends.