sitting here in the mists of time.
The quote of the day:
Just call Amazon and say, "Send me one of each of your DVDs."
Running news:
3 miles.
My new script--the psychological horror one--is set in a high school not unlike the one I went to. When imagining horror, it's always best to remember one's own high school experiences. Also, when imagining horror, it's great if you can get paid for working out your own personal demons.
Which are still with me, I've found.
Is that what growing up is all about? Not actually getting over stuff--but realizing that you never are going to get over it? I find myself getting as upset about stuff that happened lo these...several...years ago. Who did what to whom. Who said what when. The cliques. The weird state I was in (somewhat weirder than I am even now). People and events I haven't thought about for years are flooding back in on me and I've found myself searching for names on the web. Haven't been able to find a lot of them.
(If anybody knows what happened to Stacey Turner, I'd love to know. No, don't do a search in Alta Vista for me, thanks--I'd like specific information about the ones who graduated from the Convent of the Sacred Heart in San Francisco. Thanks.
(Actually, while I'm at it, I'll put up a couple of names in the hopes of getting a search engine hit: Kari Barbu, Leeann Franger, Elizabeth Sheldon, Monica Erne.)
Anyhow, I can't believe how massively bummed out I am thinking about all of this. I know what some of it: I want to win. I want everyone to know what a massively wonderful and successful person I am. The problem is, however, that the moment has passed--you don't get to go back and suddenly become socially ept. I want to be adored now to make up for being such a geek then. I want everyone to love me, and it ain't going to happen, dammit.
Of course, there are some--I can hear Greg Marriott's snicker all the way down here in Los Angeles--who think I'm still pretty much of a geek now. Phhhbbbttt.
The other night I suggested sushi for dinner and Darin actually said to me, "I've had too much sushi recently."
Too much sushi? This is a phrase that has no content value, somewhat like, "Too much chocolate," or "Too much really great sex." What does "too much sushi" mean on his planet?
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