Back to our scheduled broadcasting....

Enough with the trip down memory lame (yes is spelled that correctly, and yes its a play on words). Today I was at Barnes and Noble in fairfield and I was sitting at the cafe drinking some coffee. And then it hit me... I was doing the most stereotypical filmmaker thing ever... I was at a coffee shop working on a script. I laughed at myself cause I always said that it was lame to do that. I think its funny cause I actually saw someone with a laptop writing a script one time. They're hoping that someone would walk by and ask them about it. Well I don't have a laptop anyway. I printed my pages out and wrote notes all over it. I like that old school paper feel to it. before technology. Shit, I should have brought my vintage typewriter with me. A bunch of people sat next to me and proceeded to play the yu-gi-oh cardgame. I'll admit I used to play that game. Until I grew up of course. But I swear, some of them looked older than me. I also saw some kids that could have been 10 or 12 ordering coffee. This one little girl recited her order like a poetry slam acceptance speech. Did you ever hear that coffee stunts your growth? (which is of course bullshit) but damn...

oh yeah... so I'm there workin.. and I told myself, I'm going to leave this bookstore on one of these three conditions....

A) I run out of coffee

B)I finish working on this script

C) my ipod dies

.... My ipod decided to give up on me... I drank 3 venti white chocolate mochas made with soy.. and my script is still undone... fuckin coffee... a narcoleptic insomniac with a caffeine addiction.... thats just fucked up... thanks a lot, life.

Happy Valentine's Day

Writers Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Anyone reading this blogspot should know that there I express a lot of hatred towards whatsherface. But there was a time when i did (keyword is past tense) care for this person. I did write about what it was like before that. So in the spirit of Valentine's day, I give you the genesis...

More months pass, and we were still friends. When summer came around thats when things started to change. We started hanging out more often and we both decided that it would be cool if we wrote a script together. I remember a night around the time we finished the script. We went to starbucks and we had a conversation that really took us to another step in our friendship. We had both agreed with each other that if one of us started seeing someone, that the other would really feel bad about it. When I dropped her off at her house, we sat in my car for hours. We talked the kind of talk that made it seem like everything outside the car didn't really matter. We listened to music on my ipod. Songs that I've heard a hundred times over. But for some reason they sounded different, somewhat better. All of a sudden had a new meaning to me. As the night progressed we got more comfortable. I found my shoulder occupied by her resting head, her hand wrapped around my arm. I felt a chill, not of cold but of excitement. For that moment in time I felt like everything was ok. We shifted poesitions until I finally wrapped my arm around her. We sat there for what seemed like hours. She left around 2 in the morning, we sat back in our chairs looking at each other. it was an awkward silence, we were probably both thinking "what the fuck just happened?" and then she asked me something that just made so much sense to me, "what if we introduced a plot twist?" damn... i cant believe she just asked that. so many things shot through my mind in the following seconds. and then i knew, without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted me to kiss her. it took me so long to muster up the courage to lean forward and kiss her. i dont know how i did it, but when it was all over we looked each other in the eyes and knew that we stumbled onto something big. In a good wasy of course. For the longest time I thought she would never feel anywhere near the same way that I feel about her. I just proved myself wrong.

cut to: two months later and i hate her fucking guts.