High Pitch

Same as yesterday. Unfortunately, the only difference in today and yesterday is what's on television. Honestly.

A lost of words because of their repetition. So, how far can I take today in comparison to what it actually is. As far as I'm concerned, the days that I didn't remember couldn't have possibly happened. That same old "what if I'm the only real person" routine. It's ok, I don't think that way. I just build upon.

There was a slug on the pert of the door in my room, under the actual handle but not on the actual door itself. I let it outside. If I can remember that, then I can remember today. A lot of people claiming to have had headaches, today. Not me. Pancakes and bacon, again though.

The other day I kind of started trying out this writing of, well honestly it could only be called novel because of the style that I'm kind of automatically assuming. The title had kind of floated around for about a month at least because it's just so upfront. The Last Year Of All Time. Easy. Practice, then. I was kind of going to imagine that being in a series of a certain blatantly titled novel-types. Still, the titles might just distract the entire intention. But hey, I'm not wrong. "It's not a waste of time." Just heard that one on that tel-v. Awards.

I'll figure. Just he. Alright, good one though.

Not A Trend.

Woke up and had to get ready to go to the airport, right away.
I ate cereal. The last from my own personal box. I dressed up in a light blue polo over a my "Jesus Loves You" white t-shirt. I put on khaki pants and my red hoodie. Felt like I looked good, or other way around.

We did our business at the airport, which was to ask 3 people 2 different things, each. Simple. Then, my mom and I went to get 2 free bagels with coupons. I felt embarrassed because I was using half a brain. I should have gotten a sweet flavor and an orange juice to have made it worth while and dignified. I got plain everything, untoasted. Like I said, half a brain.

Drove through Paces Ferry and all that, which I realize is more familiar than I thought, and I stayed in the car while she shopped. That was all for that. I spent today reading about exploitation films. I tried to watch them, but I felt like I was wasting time. One of those dressed up days. It was sunny, too. Yikes. Now, that I look back, something about today better pay off.

I feel lively, but ashamed. I got a few good ideas, out of it though. Except they're the kind destined to be lost in time. Literally. I took time to try to knock something of my to-do list, which was "look through Fondue Social for offensive material." Easy, but at this point it seemed in vain because there has got to be a more convenient way. I've thought of releasing it in separate parts on plain paper, redoing each thing in there as a comic strip, and making it into an e-book. It's one of those situations where it looks less glorious the more I have to look at it. I don't appreciate it as much. I need an assistant. Not really, but some sort of adviser.

No obvious solution for the major problem. A secret solution for the recurring problem.

Let's Watch.

Soggy

Yeah, I mean today was under a ceiling.

Actually, yeah the news is showing itself to me. I'm seeing the news and I don't know what type of tangent it'll award me with. I'll do my best.

I'm also very interested in the NBC thing. I like how they're doing this, and how disappointment is being ironed out.

I did have some vivid dreams last night. Last night and today, I've been kind of having this inner excitement going on. I might have a problem trusting it, but I'm welcoming the ability. Moving is on my mind, and though this seems like a chemical thing, I'm working with it.

I just came up with the whole premise of that whole 'cosmic girl' story that I had been throwing around. I want to use this whole arrangement to try to be efficient in all the stuff I imagine is going on. I'm also going to go ahead and try to censor my book, Fondue Social in order to get it off the ground. Then, of course, I want to master the whole Gary & Arsen act. I mean, my heart is not 100% into it, the way I'm explaining it, I don't think. Feels like it, but I wouldn't know. I wish I could kind of spread that into writing my other three stories I've owed myself for a while.

What else is there? Gah, the news. I need a calender, too, in order to do the celebrate thing. Now, that I think about it. I probably wouldn't be able to get those three stories anywhere without a visual. They're visual stories. Literally. I'll figure that out.

Hah. Just heard "I'm not a guy who makes movies, I'm a guy who goes to movies." (Craig Ferguson) Which, I realized is the perfect quote for me to reverse. It's true. I'm not a guy who goes to movies, I'm (closer to) a guy who makes movies. All last year, me going to any movie was a complete disaster...no offense. Ok, I have to wrapple.

Tread.