My nerves are jing jing jangling. Tonight we attend Hot Pink, a "club" where "people" go to "dance." I am not experienced with these customs, but I am told fine ham abounds (in the form of young ladies). I am affraid I wont look hip enough. I'm affraid I won't dance well. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Maybe I should get really drunk. That ( Read more... )

This morning I dreamt that I saw a guy get shot with so many stun guns that he looked like a porcupine getting struck by lightning. There was an overall plot which I won't get into, but It took place in a dream city similar to Seattle. I dream about Seattle more and more, but in reality I just feel further and further away ( Read more... )

I made a movie, beotch! I've made movies before, but they were usually silly tidbits or school projects, never more than a couple minutes. But last Friday, at the Paper Heart Gallery in downtown Phoenix, there premiered a half-hour-long masterpiece created by me ( Read more... )

I'm at school right now, typing this because I already finished the project we're supposed to be working on today. I find that while I am working on a project, I keep thinking about how everyone will react to it. I wish I could say "I just want to do the best job I can do," but I am plagued by thoughts of how "my project is going to be better ( Read more... )

I stayed up until two last night editing a movie that I am also acting in ("Punk Annie and Volcano Bill," and it's premiering at the Paper Heart on the 27th [of this month] if anyone's interested). Normally I would be up until two anyway, but I had to open at work today and I have to go back there and close tonight. And I don't mind the work -- I ( Read more... )

You know what's really hard? Not judging people. It's so easy to look at Mr. White Bread driving around in his Escalade, talking on his cell phone, and assume that I know every detail of his petty consumerist life, then feel satisfied that I'm so superior to him ( Read more... )

What? Matt's writing in his live journal? Whoah, man ( Read more... )

I went to the most amazing party night-before-last. It was at an art gallery filled with amazingly beautiful art. There was not one piece that didn't blow me away. In one room, the floor was a spectacualar mosaic with a hindu god-type pattern with gold inlay and incredible colors. I was outside and I stumbled into a circle of people who were ( Read more... )

I went to the most amazing party night-before-last. It was at an art gallery filled with amazingly beautiful art. There was not one piece that didn't blow me away. In one room, the floor was a spectacualar mosaic with a hindu god-type pattern with gold inlay and incredible colors. I was outside and I stumbled into a circle of people who were ( Read more... )

Can anyone recommend a good email place? Yahoo fucked up my account and hotmail keeps asking me for credit card information. I'm starting to feel like I don't exist as a human being without a bank account and credit card, but I would feel like less of a human if I had those. Fuck this shit. I am not a credit history. I am not a positive ( Read more... )