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[23 Nov 2004|07:30pm] |
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So got a job at TokyoPop in LA. Huzzah and hell yeahz are in order. But only if your "yeahs" are spelled with "z". Layout artist. Finally gonna pay some rent! And some DSL back in my hizouse! Oh man that sucked.
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[08 Nov 2004|09:22pm] |
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Hey bitches! My apartment was robbed. Everyone, if you've seen anyone suspicious, anywhere, let me know. That is all. Good day everyone!
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[07 Nov 2004|04:57pm] |
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Also, aside from my last entry, what the holy fuck America? Seriously. Seriously. Bush in '04? Are you shitting me? Were you too busy fucking your cousin to remember that BUSH is the choice that Satan wants you to make? Alright. Enough of that. I may have offended some friends by saying that. But I stick by it. I'm going to the UK. Italy. Spain. I don't care. I'll go to Mexico and become a lone gunman. Depressing.
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| Eat it. |
[07 Nov 2004|04:36pm] |
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It's been quite a while since my last update. I hate you all. But I love life. So it balances out? Who knows. So here are new things: Working on three films. Living in Newhall with heterosexual lifemate. Incredible girlfriend, lives in Phillyside, PA. Just got back from visiting her. Three films are killing me or, at the very least, plotting to kill me. Saw the Incredibles. Slept for 10 hours yesterday. That was hot. Someone give me a fucking job. I quit the posh position at Party City for a job with some real character. You know, like a linguist or something. It seems so damn rediculous, this animation "industry" we have here in Sunnyville, U.S.A. Can't wait for next semester to start up again. I'm going to go get a job in a few. I'd ask you to wish me luck, but I really do hate you all. Except you. You're special, and don't you know it.
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[01 Mar 2004|12:41am] |
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So everything is falling apart around me. I'm in a serious crisis. This shit is crazy. Everything is on the verge of becoming some intense shit pile that will not be very comfortable (apparently I'm comfortable in shit piles?) Anyway. Might have to take a leave of absence from CalArts for next semester. Someone send me money. But that's only one of the problems. I've been making some great mistakes lately. Not great in the sense that the outcome benefits my existence, but great in the sense that they're fucking huge. God bless everything. I'm glad everyone around me here at CalArts seems to be doing so well. They've surely had to wade through shitpiles before, and now it's my turn. Not that I'm writing this so people will say, "Oh Alex, I'm so sorry. Have a teddy bear!" Or, "Wow Alex, that sucks such hard dick. I got your back." I'm simply venting, and it's late at night and I have nobody to talk to. It's simply a matter of me getting things back on course and planning very carefully. First thing's first. I have someone I have to appologize to for being a careless and cold son of a bitch. I wonder if I've built up the courage. Well, too bad. I'm doing it anyway. My cell phone is lost so I have to find telephone numbers in an old notebook. Anyway, this is Alex going to do some work so that I can finish my film and not be a complete loser. And to call someone very important to me. Also, "I'm Rick James, bitch."
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[05 Jan 2004|02:13am] |
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Well, I'm coming home! See you guys on Tuesday. I'll write more about my harrowing ordeal later. Adieu! Also, fuck this guy named Matthew on LipstickParty. What the fuck's his problem? He is soo not fucking cool.
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| Southern Comfort. |
[02 Jan 2004|10:44pm] |
So, I'm hooked on the Real World now. Fuck. I want to be on that show so bad. I would be awesome on that show. I think I'd fall into the role of the moderator that just doesn't want to be the moderator and ends up having some major theological discussion with the super religious girl that bonds us for life. And along the way I'll meet some zaney white kid from the midwest, a crazy southern meathead, the LA shock jock and the super sweetheart from Idaho. Man, that show would be sick. I wonder if the gay guy would hit on me. That would rock. Then he and the other girl could fight over me. Shizamn. I need to be on that show so bad. My roommate Neil and I would be fucking awesome on that show. On a related not, Atlanta is great. Tons of fun. Lots of things to see and do. My hostess is off on some business and has been for the last few days, so lots of fun being on my own in Morrow and getting rides to Atlanta from random strangers. ROCK. I kind of miss CalArts. I'd say home, but if I did, people would associate that with family and my hometown. And I ain't havin' that. I really want a girlfriend, but I don't think I'm ready. My parents are assholes. And by parents I mean my dad, because my mom is spectacular. Without her, I'd have turned out so bad. Next time I come here to Georgia, I'm bringing Coons. Not the racial slur, but my roommate. We'd have so much fun here. We'd tear this place a new one. For sure. Next long break, possibly summer, we be chillin'. Anybody else interested? We should get some folks together. We'll be taking applications January 7. So start submitting party people! Also, I need to know how to post pictures on this journal without picture hosting. I have no webspace. Suckas.
http://www.hotornot.com/r/?eid=KMKYAYO&key=DVA
Also, everyone rate my photograph! Huzzah for sites that promote vanity and self indulgance!! Also, Legend of Zelda totally kicked ass on the Ultimate Video Game Countdown. Take that, shit talkers. LOZ 4 LIFE!
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[01 Jan 2004|05:09pm] |
1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?
Packed up and flew to Georgia
Seriously questioned what the fuck I was up to with my life.
Wasted too much time.
Became depressed.
2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Resolutions are for the weak. The mighty can change themselves for their benefit when they please.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Hot damn. That would have been something.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Elliott Smith. Yeah yeah, go ahead and give me shit about it, but it hurt.
5. What countries did you visit?
Georgia. In the US. Strange place.
6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?
I want a wonderful girlfriend again. I want a place of my own. And a Datsun 280Z. Talk about fucking hardcore.
7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory?
Quite a few. I can't pick just one.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I don't know. I don't think it was a year for achievement.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Getting screwed over. Then not dealing with it properly.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Two rediculous fights that lead to a bloody nose. You should have seen the other guy.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
A library of video games.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Cornelius Coons. That bastard is great. He's also in the closet.
13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Ex girlfriend.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Video games, clothes and a trip to Georgia. Literally, that's where all my money went.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Hellboy, then I wasn't. Girls, then I wasn't. My film, then I wasn't. Life, then I wasn't, but now I am again. I'm excited about this unknown future deal. Glad I got rid of that motherfucking crystal ball.
16. What song will always remind you of 2003?
"Nothing Better" by the Postal Service
17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
Sadder.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Travelling, animating, smoking, laughing, moving on.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
I figure I've done enough. Just needed to do more.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
At Lejon's house! Actually, this is written post Christmas. It was awesome. His family is lovely. They're like that television family that is almost perfect. Except for some obnoxious kids.
21. How will you be spending New Years?
Oh, you know I'll be partying like a villain.
22. Did you fall in love in 2003?
I'm treading lightly on that field.
23. How many one night stands?
Let's say at least 3 but no more than 39,203.
24. What was your favorite TV program?
Futurama, Mr. Show DVD, Cowboy Bebop, Trigun, Rich Girls, Family Guy.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Strongly dislike perhaps.
26. What was the best book you read?
The Metrosexual Guide to Style, The Pretty Bones, Ghost World, Maus, and too many others to list.
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
The Rapture. Thanks Coons! That's Cornelius Coons, not a racial slur.
28. What did you want and get?
Hmmmm...a few good friends?
29. What did you want and not get?
It's way too emo to write down.
30. What was your favorite movie of this year?
Way of the Gun. When art doesn't work out for me, I'm totally going to be a gunman.
31. What did you do on your birthday?
I don't remember. Probably something with Brigette.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Watching a lot of good things happen to good friends.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
Lazy.
34. What kept you sane?
Cornelius Coons. And a shitload of cigarettes. Late night snack runs.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Ewan McGregor
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Bush. War. FUCKINGHOLYSHITFUCKINGCUNTRAGPIECEOFSHIT.
37. Who did you miss?
Nobody in particular
38. Who was the best new person you met?
I met a lot of awesome peeps. Eileen, Beau, Brennan, Mercedes, Annie, Allison, Jeff, damn. Too many to list.
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003:
Shit happens and things don't always work out. Sometimes for no reason. Other times for ambiguous reasons, and somethings for really good reasons. People will often times say things that seem like they'd make you feel better, but they're just saying them because of their guilty hearts. Friends are golden. Never lose great friends. Petty people are assholes.
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| HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR! |
[01 Jan 2004|01:57pm] |
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So yeah, it's 2004. Hot dog. So what's my resolution you may ask. Well, I don't have one. In the process of such emotional distress, change, maturation, the last thing I need is another stupid "I won't suck decapitated tuna heads" resolution. Plus those tuna heads are just too tasty. Anyway, I hope everyone's having a blast this New Year. I'm still pretty tired from last night. It's 1:59 over here in Georgia. Man, I needs me some rest. Anywho, hope everyone had a great fuckin' time. I'll be home on the sixth. Adieu!
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[28 Dec 2003|12:22am] |
Hey Cornelius, here's the information in case you haven't written it down.
I'm arriving at January 06 at 1:36pm.
Peace out homeslice.
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| Chillin. |
[19 Dec 2003|09:22pm] |
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So I'm sitting at Cade's house watching David Bowie and eating chips and salsa. All you suckas is jealous. Well, maybe, maybe not. This whole winter break is strange. Going to Georgia in a few days. On Christmas day actually. I have no idea how I'm going to get to the airport on Christmas day. I wish I just had a few thousand dollars to visit people out of state. I would definitely love to go to Chicago and visit a few very beautiful young ladies I know (Megan, Ash) ;-) Alas I am poor as hell. But I will definitely save up for a trip to Chi-town. I would also love to go to NYC. That would be hott. With a capital HOTT. I don't know where my life is right now. I'm in one place, but I want to be in many other places. I don't mean physically either. Emotionally and mentally, I feel like I want to jump around. Maybe become a little more stable. Maturation is definitely a plus, but I don't know if it's because I'm immature. Maybe it's inexperience. Is that the same? I don't know. Wisdom is a nice thing to have. But that comes with time, and being 20, I don't think I qualify for having the wisdom of the world bestowed on me. I guess I'm getting on with my "finding myself" trip. This recent harsh breakup and all the events that followed have pulled me into a tailspin. I don't know. I'm gonna get me some more natcho cheese. Everyone go see The Last Samurai. Good stuff.
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[13 Dec 2003|07:24pm] |
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Back home. It sucks. Parents are such a hassle. I found cheap airplane tickets. $250 isn't bad for a roundtrip. I think I'm going to take it. I need to get away from here.
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So tonight I will do what few CalArts students have ever done: animate roughly one full minute. That's right folks, a minute of animation in one night! Aside from that, I have a video project. Lots of fun by the way. I looooove After Effects. That's sarcasm. Intense sardonic sarcasm that bites with razor sharp jaws. Finished two papers today. Turned them in. Good fun. Next paper is due at 2:00pm on Friday. Then after that, it's sweet freedom. I'm sure after all that, all the cute couples will go out and have fun together and sex it up and drink and party and go places (also, winter/spring are definitely the seasons for breaking/hooking up). Well, fun for them! I hope they fuckin' enjoy it. Maybe I'm bitter. Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm just an asshole. I sure hope I'm not. So what up with that comment? I don't know. Who cares anymore. This break is gonna be great. Just me, alone at home for two weeks, and two weeks here at CalArts working. Hopefully people will be available to hang out. Neil is gonna be in town until the 23rd, so I've got a roommate for that long. I really have no money for gas or food, so I guess I'll become a hermit. Either way, I think I need a break from everything. Even gas and food. I need to think things out, as in trying to move on and move out. I have serious hankerin' for some travelin', but I don't have the fundage. All this fun stuff requires money. And I ain't got none. I have this romanticized fantasy of leaving CalArts, not telling a single person, and ending up in Europe. Or at least the East Coast. Then starting fresh. No ties to anyone, only a clean slate. Of course this would probably end tragically, but I would still want to go through it. The stories I'd have to tell! I'm too tied down to too many things right now. I don't think I can or want to sever them all, but it'd be nice to let a few go. I'm unclear in matters of the heart. Sometimes I think I'm okay, sometimes I know I'm not okay, other times I know I'm fooling myself, but I don't care, and other times it's just a giant funny piece of smelly shit. I'm staring at my goddamn Hollyhock House paper. Sweet mercy. That thing is finally done! I got a check plus on my Comics As Art paper. Which is a fucking miracle because I bullshitted the crap out of it. Okay okay, so if I used bullshit to get crap out of it, it's kind of a double entendre... bit me. Blech no spelling corrections ever again. They slow my typing. I almost spelled typing with an o. Good job Alex. Well, back to work. I'll continue this later.
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| A year later |
[08 Dec 2003|11:33pm] |
So, I haven't updated my journal in quite a bit. Either I'm too busy, or unmotivated, or both. Life's been a crazy bitch lately. It went from the best year of my life, to the worst ever. But I'm pulling through. I think I'm getting through this funk. I've got a film in the works. I have three ideas, and I don't know which one to go with. Well, I guess it's better than no ideas. I think they might be too ambitious, but my friends are trying to convince me to go through with all three. I suppose I'll eventually finish them all. Tonight is going to be an all nighter for me. Hopefully. I think I can stay awake. I've just ingested a Pepsi, and that should pull me through the next few hours. I have another one to back me up. I hope it's enough. I have three papers to write. I think I might just go to sleep and start early tomorrow. What are the chances of that happening? I don't know, but I have to get these damn papers down by tomorrow. It'll be alright. Everything's gonna be alright. As soon as I'm done helping Brigette with her project, I think I'm going to sleep. Sleep would feel good right now, but finishing projects would feel better. I'm so out of touch with everyone. And for that I appologize. I'm too fucked up to say or do much. And I hate the fact that I make all these "hang out" dates with everyone and I never get to go through with them. I've got people bothered because I can't call them often, or people are just losing touch with me because I never get to call them at all. I wish some of these folks would just have a little sympathy and not be upset with me for not having time for them. It's not like I want to leave these people hanging, it's just that I have a shitload of things to work through and loose ends to tie up. It's only 12:22 p.m. I shouldn't go to sleep. I'm going to try and stay up. Type up these goddamn papers. I need to get back into my work. Relationships for me aren't going to work anytime soon. I shouldn't try to get into them. I'll just hurt the people I try to have a relationship with. Does that mean I have to become some strange hermit? I sure hope not. It seems I hang out with the same "easy access" friends all the time. It's not that I don't like these people, but it's become a routine, and not a sporadic fun fest like it used to be. My roommate Neil is the best. I seriously love that guy. We've connected very well this year. We even have a backup plan for our lives. If and when our careers eat shit and die, we're packing up, cutting all ties and moving to Mexico to become lone gunmen. And don't give me that "but if there's two of you, then you're not lone are you?!" because I've heard it about 13 times now. You're all going to jinx our wonderful gunman plan. Selfish bastards! Just let us become happy go lucky gunmen. Then I can die in a shootout and pass away into some brief legendary history.
"The Bloody Valentines", two of the most notorious gunmen ever were caught in an ambush earlier this morning. The two unidentified men went by the names of "El Huero" and "El Pistolero de Hierro". (That's "The White Guy" and "The Iron Gunman" for those of you who don't speak "Mexican".) During the hail of gunfire, the two men dodged gunfire for two hours before being fatally wounded by a rooftop sniper. The two men are total "John Doe" cases with no ties to anyone.
And that will be the strange blurb you'll read on the pages of some discarded newspaper you'll find on a picnic table. But if we're successful and don't die, then we'll fade away to Europe and live happy lives sustained by the riches we acquire during our gunman stint. And we'll have two .45's mounted over the fireplace and our European friends will ask us where and how we acquired those and we'll just say we bought them at some antique shop. Things are looking up! Now, back to work!
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[22 May 2003|02:22pm] |
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So I moved out of the dorms and I'm at home now. Nothing much going on here at all. Registering for summer school and looking for a job. Just letting everyone know that I finally have some free time. Everyone call me and arrange for super hang out time plus! Or something like that. WORD.
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So, Thanksgiving is here. National "Shoot a Turkey and Eat It" day. Sweet merciful mung bean. I know I can't wait to get me some some burnt turkey flesh. I know, makes it sound gross doesn't it? Oh well. Anywho, I'm heading over to my parent's house. Gonna get me stuffed full o' food and family warmth. Haven't seen those bastards in a while, so I've started missing them. Gotta see grandma. She's divine. Always makes me wonderful food. Anywho, for the rest of you, enjoy your processed potato flakes, canned vegetable products, animal byproduct juice, and roasted turkey flesh!
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Here's the deal. I might have tonsilitis. Maybe I'm over-reacting. But all the symptoms are there. I've been pretty sick all this week. Fever, sore throat, headaches, all that beautiful stuff. I almost passed out this morning, but I have a doctor's appointment today. So as long as he doesn't say I have 24 hours to live, I'm fine.
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| I'm back! |
[12 Nov 2002|12:25am] |
Yep. Guess who's updating. It's been forever. Some of you might have not heard from me for a while. So here's the info. Still at CalArts. Enjoying it entirely. All of you are jealous. Sorry. I'm having tons of fun here.
Lots of new friends. Practically everyone in the Character Animation department. Ant, Eric, Kelly, Jeannie, Vi, Sam, Daniel, Sarah, Tony, Izzy, JG, Devin, Nate etc. etc. I'm working two jobs. One for California Arts Partnership (CAP) in the inner city, and the other for the Animation Academy. At this rate, I hope I don't become an art teacher. Unless I get paid lots of cash.
I have a girlfriend. Yep. You heard me. Girlfriend. She's marvelous. We've been together nine weeks now. We were best friends before, and now it's even better.
I'm poor. Sooooooo poor. I eat Top Ramen two times a day. At least. I don't have gas in my car very often. I also puncture my tires like the third or fourth week I was here. So that set me back almost two hundred dolloars. It completely put a wrench in my plans.
I miss my sisters and my mom. I guess I can do without my dad. I've become my sister's sponsor for her Confirmation. That's a religious deal for Catholics.
I sure hope I get a break from classes soon. I think we get a week for Thanksgiving. And we get about two months for winter break. That means roadtrips to everywhere. Speaking of which, my car needs new oil or it'll explode.
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Yeah. So I'm at CalArts beeyatches. It's the shit. It really is. Hot damn. I'm so damn excited I can't even put it into written words. So this is going to be a rather short entry. So there!
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