I don't know what that title means.
I haven't written anything in a while. Partly because nobody reads this, and partly because nothing has happened. Right now, I've realized that nothing happening is something that has happened, so here I am writing.
I've officially decided on changing my major. Film school is bogus and I'll break into the industry through my writing. If I become a director, it'll be through osmosis. The Charlie Kaufman path. Except I won't make it when I'm near forty. I'll make it within five years after college.
That's my goal. And after college, I'm moving to Los Angeles. I've decided. I'll have written scripts and I'll get an agent to peddle them. I'll become more cultured and I'll be surrounded by everything.
Back to the major change thing. I'm becoming a philosophy major. It's a useless major in the grand scheme of things, but to me it will make me a more well-rounded thinker and writer. I know little bits and pieces of philosophical things, but there's way more out there. Do you know who Xavier Zubiri is? Neither did I until I randomly stumbled across the name on Wikipedia. I'll learn about him and every other obscure philosopher and all the obscure writings of popular philosophers.
I will move to Los Angeles and write. I hope to also make music there. There are no musicians here in Philadelphia who want to play the music I want to play. My music taste is too fucked up. Not too fucked up for California though, I'd bet. So yeah, there's that.
I dropped the film class that has me use a camera and delves into classical film history. Fuck that. The camera is dog shit and film history is something I can learn on my own. Fuck Sergei Eisenstein.
I understand that philosophy can also be learned by just looking on my own, but this is something I'd like a little bit of guidance in. I don't need guidance to watch movies.
The weather is becoming sunny and t-shirt compatible. I'm happy with this. I can't wait to have my first collegiate summer. I have so many goals. I'm getting a new job as a film projectionist--
Why that job rules:
a) no human interaction
b) watch movies I might not watch otherwise
c) work with real film
d) be able to say that I'm a film projectionist
e) earn seven dollars an hour by sitting still
f) time for reading, which I really need to start doing
g) access to movies before their releases
h) access to advertisements like posters, cardboard cutouts, etc.
i) no co-workers except my trainer who is my good friend
j) sitting in a cool, dark room for hours on end
k) free popcorn (?) maybe candy (???)
l) working at a historical theater with a gigantic screen
m) discounted tickets when I'm not working
The list goes on.
I'm still hoping to develop a program pitch with David for Adult Swim. We have a general idea that we love, but we need to form it. If that happens, then we'll be seeing a lot of Atlanta.
I've picked up my keyboard this week after a long hiatus from it. I learned the riffs from Take On Me and Born To Run yesterday. Very joy-inducing. That is, the riffs. And learning them. Joy all around. My repertoire now includes:
Cutsman by HORSE the band (full)
A Million Exploding Suns by " (intro)
Sex Raptor by " (intro and verse)
Soaring Quails by " (full)
Heroes Die by " (full)
Abstract Art by Born Of Osiris (breakdown)
Murders Come With Smiles by Dance Club Massacre (intro and verse one)
Lawrence and Friends Theme Song by Erik Engstrom (full)
Take On Me by A-Ha (the catchy part)
Born To Run by Bruce Springsteen (the happy part)
oh, and
Lollipop by Lil' Wayne (I even have the exact sound from the recording woohoo)
So I want to practice that more often. I think I'll pick up the guitar this summer and at least try to develop some punk/screamo skills because trying to learn metal was an epic fail for me. Learn some chords too, maybe. All I know is C, G, Em, A, Am, D, Dm.
Hmm, what else... Contract on my cell phone finally expired. Get to pick a new one. I'm thinking the LG Dare, but Michelle says to wait it out until the summer for new models.
Ooo, Born Of A Broken Man just came on.
I'm hungry.
