Delilah (yeah its a zombie script)

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Delilah

So I'm trying out this pdfcast.org site cause I just want to start posting all these random scripts I have. I've been looking for a good way to post these things in their entirety. So please enjoy. Some of these next scripts will make no sense at all sometimes.

So this script is called Delilah. I wrote this sometime last year and I just decided to pull it out and do some revisions of the dialogue. I took the less is more approach. Plus the situation the characters were in didn't really seem fit to have such wordy banter.

I felt like today was like a bottle episode

In television, a bottle episode is referred to an episode of a show that is specifically written as a budget saver. They usually never leave the main set and have no special guest stars... I didn't do anything today. at all. what a waste.

On being Jim and Casey

I don't know why writing is ridiculously hard right now. I wanna sit down, lock myself in and crank out the script to end all scripts. I wanna Kerouac this thing. Right now I'm trying to just write dialogue. I little technique I'm trying to develop is to just start writing dialogue between two people. I just randomly picked the names JIM and CASEY so that whatever I write they'll have consistent names to them. After a while, if it works, I'll be able to see a clear path towards developing these characters, their conflicts. And then the rest pretty much writes itself.

As silly as it gets.

And then we get into a fight scene. It ends with the sammich falling on the floor (maybe). And everyones a loser.

The headache from the depths of hell.

This thing just wont go away. I', a little concerned about the latest eye operation. When I had my right eye done, I had a headache for damn near a month straight. It was supposed to be because my eye was adjusting to the new focal length. But damn, my left eye makes me feel like I've been punched in the face sometimes. I've had this headache for a month. I am going insane.

Gonna get my resume looked over by some industry friends. Lets hope that buttery mutha fucka will melt in their mouth. laugh out loud.

I hit a dog yesterday.

While driving through an intersection. I never saw the dog but I heard something hit my car. Victoria was in the passenger seat and she started freaking out. (she works at a dog wash btw) We pulled over and looked for it but couldn't find it. Hopefully it was ok and ran off. I don't think I ran it over, I think it just ht the car. I don't know. i just don't know.

Fantasy Feast, and my future in the entertainment industry

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cassandra-m-bellantoni/cooking-up-a-reality-show_b_622034.html

So this is the link to the Huffington post article about Fantasy Feast.

this was the perfect way to kickstart my summer full of nonstop action. i've been running around getting all the projects together.

another mark in the "reasons to keep doing this" column.

I need to learn how to finish things I start.

there's this acrtess I know

spent her time preparing for the big show

but she feels like a stand in at times

she having a lot of trouble remembering her lines.

her dressing room is tiny

all her mirrors lay flat

the powders overflowing

and she has her regrets.

she feels fake

and she cries

behind the scenes

and the movie screens

and all the magazines

portray a life she refuses to believe.

___________

I don't even have names for the chords I'm using. I hide my poetry in song form. It seems less embarrassing. I'm trying to go to sleep. For once

Side effects include:

Clear vision.

It took the nurse two attempts to get a good IV going. I now have a small collection of medical wristbands. I went to sleep this morning at 7am not knowing of the huge mistake i just made.. I apologize for the typos in this post, I'm typing with one eye shut and I'm making it a point of not going baxk and spellchecjing. I had thought my cataract surgery for my left eye was tomorrow (wednesday) I was clearly mistaken. The hospital clalled my house wondering where i was. I had to double check my calendar in my phone and sure enought it was inuput correctly. I was scheduled to be there at 11:10 but I woke up at Noon. And since it was the day before my suppsed surgery, no one was available to bring me to the Vacaville Kaiser hospital. So I had to drive myself. When it was all over I clearly was not fit to drive so I had to get picked up... All in all the Doc told me the op went well.He had a little trouble stitching my eye back up. I noticed this when he started to vocalize his frustrations.

So i'm eyepatched again.. I should be sleeping but i cant. the anesthesia is wearing offf. I feel like i got hit in the face by Colonel Mustard, with the wrench, in the Conservatory.

4:30am

This is the story of Ruby. She's 24 years old and a sex worker. To supplement her income she also provides Angel services. In drug culture an Angel is someone who helps administer heroin and watches over them as they sleep. She does this cause its a hundred dollars extra. She says its just like babysitting. She's able to do this cause she's good at it. She knows how to use needles cause she has tons of experience with them. She's had diabetes for as long as she can remember. To her, insulin shots are as easy as popping a pill. When the client is sleeping, she tucks herself away in the corner of whatever sleazy motel room she happens to be staying in. She puts headphones on and listens to music as she rereads her favorite book: On The Road, by Jack Kerouac.

I need to finish writing this script. I just purchased the Canon T2i.. (for a project not my own, but they won't know I used it. And if they did, I'll just say it was to get to know the camera)..

Taking a break from schlepping.

I'm, rearranging stuff from my room and office. I decided that I'm moving my television to the office. Which will result in my simplistic style bedroom to become more... well.. simple.. My room will now only consist of my bed and my clothes.Nothing else. No poster, or dresser drawers. Just a bed. All I do in there is pretend to sleep anyway... oh well.

Drunk: The Movie

is an idea that me and Seth have been thinking about doing for the longest time. Basically its a documentary about the creation of a 10 minute short film with the stipulation that the entire production has to be done under the influence of alcohol.

and what's considered drunk? we're gonna use that chart thing, and probably a breathalyzer.

First we would get a documentary crew to follow us around the entire time. (they're the only ones completely sober) We would write the script drunk. Auditions will be drunk. The entire cast and crew will be drunk during filming. We'll edit the film drunk. and have a drunk film premiere.

and all this started with the notion of making a regular film and doing a drunk commentary on it.

Our livers will hate us in the end. But I think this would be a really entertaining and funny documentary to see. Plus the short film too!

Craigslist

Firstly, I juts watche Hot Tub Time Machine. That movie is actually a really funny movie.

Anyways, Craigslist is one of the greatest inventions known to man. I sold some camera equipment today, I posted the ad yesterday and this German guy called me up. He was interested in buying my stuff, he had cancelled on me and his other friend called. He showed up today and we made the transaction. The buying and selling part of CL always gets me nervous cause dealing with complete strangers is always weird. This German guy pulls into my driveway and all I can think about is the movie Hostel. I'm always afraid of either getting robbed, or murdered. I remember the first time I sold a guitar on CL and this old guy came to my house and I swear I felt like he was gonna lead me to a corn field and shove me in a hole... But for once this guy was actually pretty cool. He's does this thing called kite surfing, and kite snowboarding. Here's his website below.

http://snowkitecinema.com/video.html

3:12

I wish I could talk to you.

Trying to clean this damn office, as usual. Pacing around the room. I get another one of those, deadly waves of lonesome regret. Thats the downside of not sleeping as much as I do. I think too much. I'm thinking about all the opportunities that passed me up. I think I have my life on track. I know all the right people. I'm really trying.

I got into a conversation with an a friend of mine about motivation. I said the things that drive me to do things are never for personal gain. I stand by what I said. What's the point in doing something amazing if you don't have anyone to show it to? The past half year was spent trying to impress someone. No matter the outcome, good or bad, (in this case the latter) it made me work. I need to find another reason to keep doing this film shenanigans.

But anyways, dude I'm feeling good. My surgery for my left eye is next week. I hope the lens takes. It better, or I'll be pissed.

The very first line of this post was meant to be down here... I do though. I wish I could talk to you. I wish I could say the things I want to say. Congrats. Hope that works out and that you're happy. I feel like I fucked up as a friend. I don't have any feelings anymore. I'm surprised at how much I really don't care anymore. And I don't mean that to be insensitive at all. I mean I thought I was gonna be all distraught about it. But I'm not. I find it cute actually.. lol.

hella just knocked out earlier.

So I went to the dentist today and took the best nap i've ever had. They didn't put me out, I actually fell asleep. They filled in 2 cavities on my right upper side of my mouth. I know, I should be taking more care of my teeth but I kinda have another health issue that takes a little more priority... i don't know why I'm feeling ridiculously chipper and happy lately. Like with everything thats been going on lately in my bidness and personal life, everything is looking good. I just hope its a legit feeling and not my pituitary glands malfunctioning and overproducing endorphins.

under your shoe

http://thekitchensink.bandcamp.com/track/under-your-shoe

We split a piece of gum on an Autumn day, it lasted us through the month of May

when i think about it i can nearly taste its minty flavor that we seemed to waste

the message on the package said everlasting but the message in your eyes was quite contrasting

it didn't take me long to get the hint that you weren't really into spearmint

i tried really hard to forget you i tried bubble yum and big league chew

if what you said was really true then all i am is gum under your shoe

just the other day we were blowing bubbles

now i hardly see you through the rubble

of the sticky mess between you and me

if only i knew you preferred sugar free

cause were a taste that i couldn't savor

and now i miss your artificial flavor

the thoughts in my mind kindly conclude

that you were the girl thats already been chewed

i tried really hard to forget you

tried bubble yum and big league chew

but you stick to my mind like gum in hair

the chick in my life that doesn't care

i tried really hard to forget you

you cat unaware without a clue

that the latest bubble that you blew

ended up under your shoe

another one of those confusing posts

I have to say it, but without saying it. If you knew what I was talking about then this would all makes sense. I thought I would be more affected by the current state of tempestuousness. The lethargy in my preceding allure's correspondence is astounding. Its actually cute, and I'm happy for you.

but anyways, its back to bidness for me.. Time to work my ass off again. I'm writing that short for Hawaii... damn, we keep having all these ideas, but its time to put them to use. My next week is gonna be insane cause sunday I'm heading out to Hollister cause Victoria has a photo shoot and I'm gonna go with her to help and possible do some live performance videos for the band Taller Than Trees. Monday is a dental appt. Tuesday is an eye appt. Friday is a live video for these indie bands @ the bottom of the hill in SF. And Saturday is a music video shoot for Galaga the Movie... damn I have a week ahead of me.

im really tired

I got back from the shoot tonight. I ended up being apart of the entourage. it went like this: Jamiel played a celebrity named Jensen, and we were all in the limousine. They doors opened, and Royal and Alonzo (the bodyguards) started working crowd control cause there were a ton of fans with signs outside. Jamiel stepped out of the limo and started waving to his fans. I exited the Limo, followed by Connie, Jensen's mom. Jamiel took off his sunglasses, which is a sign for me (his agent/tech guy/ right hand man) to hand him a sharpie. He begins signing autographs and after a while I have to stop him and direct him toward the building. jeez....

I finished another song, and im uploading it to our bandcamp site. these songs are pouring out. if only they got better though lol.

heres the song: http://thekitchensink.bandcamp.com/

I'm getting really busy with all this filmwork. I just hope I dont burn myself like I always do.

Before I try to sleep tonight

I wanna just ramble about everything and nothing. I feel like shit cause I haven't slept in a coupe of days. I've been writing music to pass my time and there's nothing in the world I'd rather NOT be doing than writing my stupid songs. I had an interesting conversation today, and I wont lie and say that it didn't throw my entire day off. I went to San Jose today for a film shoot... gotta go there tomorrow for the second day. I didn't get coffee tonight, cause I'm gonna quit.. magic coffee doesn't exist. It turns out that Jamiel still had my butterfly knife, and it was in his car. I found it and was immediately relieved to have it back in my possession. Some of most fun I've had (not to mention time i've killed) has been spent playing with my butterfly knife. I'm working on this song, and I'm trying to make the chord arrangements as intricate as i can. And also I'm trying to make it the least boring also. Its totally not done and is ridiculously rough.

we're hitting rough skies

and our plane will crashed into ocean

the woman are all crying

and i cant stop from thinking

about all the people i have met

and the things i havent done yet

but then i realize that this was all dream

and i woke up in the morning

and i called my best friend

and told her what happened

"everything is all right" she said

thats what she said to me

i find it hard to believe

i find it hard to believe

and i said victoria i have a real bad feeling about this

we shouldnt ignore the signals, our unconcious minds have given us

she said "not to worry, we got this, theres nothing in this world that we cant handle ourselves." i knew right then and there that she was right.

cause she was right all along

Thekitchensink.bandcamp.com

Let the flood gates open, let the water grow. I may never realize which way the river flows. As the San Francisco skyline collapses into flames, I'll douse the synopsis, with recycled rain.

Searching with urchin, for that fish in the sea. I'd flood every boulevard to bring the sea to me. Soggy bell bottoms are just the price to pay, to see you, to kiss you underneath the wave.

(CHORUS)From the bottom of the bay. To the Golden Gate. Down to Big Sur. All in search of her.

Cross town, hand me downs stuck your slender frame, a year old cigarette, breathing coffee shop quips. Sparks ignite at the sight of an older flame and the one hanging from your lips. Lets waste no time in this waist deep water, your hand in mine I wont let you go. Let you go.

There's no sea without land or sky, there's no we with you you and I, we fall asleep on seperate sides of coral reefs we don't recognize.

I hope you change your mind one day.

The clock on my radio is flashing 12:07pm. I wish that were true. a donnie darko inspired song about the tangent universe? I think I'll take a stab at it. Idk I'm running out of things to write songs about. I can only make so many heart warming/breaking inspired songs.. ewww.

swaggadocious

So after all these years, I finally own my first pairs of chucks... Everyone is familiar with these shoes, but for some reason i think i look weird in chucks.

So currently I've been doing some work on this little San Jose based promo pitch for a spec show called "fantasy Feast" where kids are selected to make a meal for their favorite celebrity. I think the lady that is putting it all together has some really good contacts and has a real shot at getting this thing picked up. I've been helping her in the casting process and been the go-between for actors. If this keeps going well, I might want to become and agent or something.

Do you remember?

(I don't know my obsession with zombies.. I guess I'll post this song up on The Kitchen Sink's myspace page later. I started writing this song last April and I finally just decided to finish it last night. I finally added that damn tambourine! Can anyone guess what this is really about? haha)

do you remember that your dead?

I wish you'd stop eating my friends

i think i made a big mistake, of bringing you back

but i think, you remember me and the love that we had

but the look , in your eyes, remind me, you should be dead

and i hope, that i never have to put you down again

cause you, will always be, you'll always be my friend

do you remember what i said ?

we'd be together till the end

but you died from complications

on the hospital bed

from the car crash we had

I dug you up, despite what they said

no matter what they said

do you remember what i said?

ill be ok, ill be alright

so say goodnight,

but I cant, live without you since you died

from the wounds to your head

on the hospital bed

from crash we had

its oh so tragic

but this voodoo magic will bring you back

to the time, when we were happy last

Half Wolf, All Nazi

Anne Frankenstein is a script I wrote in the fall of 09. I was looking at a bunch of old scripts and found this one. I always find it funny to go back and read stuff I've written because I can clearly see the certain styles and writing trends I go through. I remember when I first tried to write, things just turned out to be cheap high school knock offs of old Aronofsky works. Or long drawn out witty dialogues set inside diners. Completely Tarantino esque. As of now, I'm really feeling the simplistic approach. Its more show than tell. I was never one for writing scripts that are overly descriptive, but I'll admit that its been as fun as it has been challenging. The only hard part is keeping it in the third person perspective. lol.

What's your biggest phobia?

Athazagoraphobia. the fear of being forgotten

Formspring: Where cowards unite. Ask me shit.

Why do you write fiction about your non fiction?

hmm good question. i guess you're referring to how I write fictional stories about real situations from my life? I feel like thats one of the best ways to write. I wouldn't write about something that I've never had experience with. Like being homeless, I would never write about being homeless cause I never had the opportunity to live out on the streets. If you can't make a real emotional connection with your story, then your script is fucked, hence your entire movie is fucked. (cause everyone knows it all starts with the script)

Formspring: Where cowards unite. Ask me shit.

I dont like sleeping anymore

I was fine for a bit. I think I'm trying too hard to be productive. Forcing myself to write music and scripts. There are too many hours in the day. I need to film something. I need something to work on. I want the Canon t2i/550D. Thats what I'm gonna pick up next I guess. I really liked the Letus, but I found that it was just too bulky of a camera system to work with. I'll try to pass it off for about a thousand, including the lenses and the rail system. Jeez that thing is pretty much still brand new. only used for two projects.

tambourine

trying to throw simple percussion into our bullshit music. god this is hard. I thought I was ok at rhythm but after fucking with the tambourine I feel retarded.

this uncontrollable urge to hit my head against the wall

my right eye keeps messing with me. I've been having headaches ever since the surgery. Thats part of my brain adjusting to the fact that I am now farsighted, as opposed to the myopia I've had my entire life. My left eye is going to get operated on at the end of this month. And its going to get set at an intermediate length so that I can still see clearly up close, like computer screens. There's not much I can do about the headaches. I have to sleep it off. I hate doing that though cause I wastes an entire day sometimes. I feel like watching the film At First Sight with Val Kilmer.

Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts..

You make me vomit. You're scum between my toes... Love Alfalfa.

Bill the Butcher was a juror today.

I took this awesome nap earlier. It was nice cause I closed my eyes for what felt like ten seconds but in actuality an hour had passed.

and all we are are empty vesssels

searching for the things that make us who we are.

And all we are are empty vessels

we'll search far and wide before we fall apart.

And all we are are ancient beings.

leaving remnants of from our cause

I dont know about those lines.

Slowly but surely. I'm so bored at night. I've made all these songs, they're kinda funny to me now... I actually spent some time going back to the beginning of this blog and read some old posts. I think the beginning of this blog is amazing. I put a lot of thought in the early posts. I think when I started this thing I wanted to make something that people would return to, or actually care about my opinions on things..

Being called interesting is what I consider the greatest compliment anyone could ever give to someone. Cause the opposite of that is.. well.. who cares right?

I have Jury duty in themorning. I am so mad.

Saying a lot without saying much.

I love starting these random scripts. One of these days I'll make some of them.

I can't sing for the life of me.

But I try haha. So another sleepless night. I made it worth it though.

This song is called The Art of Ghosting.

http://www.myspace.com/kitchenfuckingsink

make sure all of the doors are locked

make sure to stop allof the clocks

this poltergeist in my house will never leave

this ghost is my only real friend

its getting kinda hard not to pretend

shes starting to scare everyone away

I miss having people come over and stay

this ghost wont let anyone in the way

of me and her, she's a little too selfish

but its all my fault that she is here

she followed me home when she died last year

from the car crash that i saw across the street

i appreciate what shes done for me

but i think that its time for her to leave

but telling her to go away is dangerous

so now im hiding in my room

the walls are bleeding and i dont know what to do.

i should have nbever told her to get out of here

she bust through door to my surprise

she tore out my only good eye

she tore my arms off and gutted me like a fish

so now we're both haunting this old house

the two of us on unholy grounds

the afterlife seems perfect

for the two of us