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.

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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.