I can't stop thinking about the robot movie that I'm working on. And it feels so insignificant, these thoughts--this movie--but something about doing it seems worth the time. The low-level quality of the whole production is what I love the most, although I'm sure the appeal of grainy, off-colored images will disappear when Bryce brings home the HD camera. For now this camera, like any new and shiny contraption, has become a small obsession. And I find myself lost in circular logic when I try and figure out what's driving me. But, then again, what the hell is driving me to do anything at all? Anyway, all that said because I've been messing around with the camera so much that I haven't been writing, but I counter that con with this pro: my story revolves around amateur film-making... And my whole motto on writing is that you write what you know better than what you don't, and so I'm always trying to experience something in the hope that the power of the actual experience will strengthen anything I might write about it.
This is the camera, by the way:
Things that have happened recently that I want to remember are:
1. Carissa hanging out last night and helping me film scenes from the robot movie. This was after we went to Safeway to shoplift a memory card and buy some snacks and two Fosters forties. This was after we smoked a bowl and watched the first robot movie and she told me that she'd been comatose all day off of painkillers.
2. Staying up late with Bryce. This was after he gave me a new box for my nightstand, this antique-looking mini-chest with a latch lock and gold designs on the edges. This was after he got home from work, before which we'd spent the morning hanging out. This was after he started watching Everwood online.
3 - 8. Trying to get Tuesday's shift covered so I can go to Marine World with my family. The word Gloyal. The idea that Rosa Parks would have disagreed with Bob Marley's "Get up, stand up" song, and how much of a revelation that felt like at the time. The laughing chain video. All of the pizza. The chocolate frosting ganja cookie sandwich.
And that's all for now.
1. Carissa hanging out last night and helping me film scenes from the robot movie. This was after we went to Safeway to shoplift a memory card and buy some snacks and two Fosters forties. This was after we smoked a bowl and watched the first robot movie and she told me that she'd been comatose all day off of painkillers.
2. Staying up late with Bryce. This was after he gave me a new box for my nightstand, this antique-looking mini-chest with a latch lock and gold designs on the edges. This was after he got home from work, before which we'd spent the morning hanging out. This was after he started watching Everwood online.
3 - 8. Trying to get Tuesday's shift covered so I can go to Marine World with my family. The word Gloyal. The idea that Rosa Parks would have disagreed with Bob Marley's "Get up, stand up" song, and how much of a revelation that felt like at the time. The laughing chain video. All of the pizza. The chocolate frosting ganja cookie sandwich.
And that's all for now.
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