RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to No Doubt sing Hey Baby
---feeling tiiiiiiiiired

Let's just talk...about nothing in any particular order...that's how I like it. Oh, and one more side note. I kind of stopped putting fun little links on my page because I got lazy. So I'm gonna try and start doing that again. It should be FUN!!!!

So last night Sarah and I went to see Harry Potter (dang...I'm jealous, I want a white owl). Why did I go and see it when I have done nothing pro-Harry in my life? Well, the movie looked interesting and people said it was good...so even w/out reading the book I saw the movie. It really wasn't bad at all...but that's not the point. I was sitting there before the movie and I realized that the top of Sarah's arm rest was coming off of the arm rest. So I pulled on it and *presto* I was holding the top piece of the arm rest. Oops. But hey, this would be a good way to override the fighting that always takes place over arm rests! Just take the other person's arm rest top and they won't want to use it anymore. Or maybe that would just annoy them. Ok, so maybe you shouldn't do it. But anyway...after the movie I decided that I wanted a memento from the night, so I waited till it was kind of noisy and ripped off the top of the arm rest. Oops. I slid it under my jacket and off we went. It even says "Century Theatres" on it! Score! Later we stopped by Jack in the Box to get some food (though it was 12:08am). Sarah looks back at the people behind us after I mention something about their bright headlights in the rearview mirror and she says, "It's two teenagers making out." I laughed and she said, "No...really. It's two teenagers really going at it." Well....she was right. So we tried to not look back...that is until the meneuvering of arms and legs in their car's cab became too intricate and one of them pushed the horn quite loudly. Sarah looks back and....*presto* the girl is gone! It seems she ducked down out of embarassment as the guy just sat there blushing. They gave us a good laugh.

Ok...so the henna thing on my back looks a little bit better now. We reapplied it and it's slightly darker. But not everywhere...just in some places. That does put a damper on things, but it will have to do. I would put a picture of it on here...but I don't have a camera with me at the time. Plus I don't really have that much interest in putting it on here. Maybe later when I get a picture or two developed.

So I go back to school in a few days. That sucks. I will be working on an interterm class with the good ol' Chapman Studios. It will be interesting, but allot of hard work. So I'm not really looking forward to it. I enjoy being at home...going to bed at 2:00am...sleeping till 1:00 or 2:00pm and then going out and doing it all again. It's a nice life. Maybe I'll win the lotto and retire and do this forever. Sounds grand. But since I am living in a somewhat realistic world, I know that will not happen and I must work. Alas....

Hey...wouldn't THIS be kind of creepy?

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IT'S TIME FOR RANDOM FACTS AND THOUGHTS OF THE DAY!!!

---dangit...I need to actually think of some fun facts and thoughts before I make that title because....once again I don't have anything to say. Sorry about that.
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It's time to do other stuff. What other stuff you might ask? (or maybe you wouldn't) You don't get to know. So there. And when I am done with all that stuff that I need to do...I will do more stuff. And then maybe some more. And then, after all that stuff is done...if I can't think of anything else to do, I'll go do more stuff. And then maybe I'll update my page again. And if you are lucky you will get to hear about some of the stuff that I have done in this stuff filled day of mine. Ok, go away now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the silent hum of my computer....it's late...I can't play music
---feeling slightly afraid...I'll explain

Um....right....so what was that? I'm sitting here at about 2:00am and it's dark and quiet, and the suddenly I hear, "BANG....BANG." Alright, I didn't here that exactly, those onomotopias are the closest I can get to the real sound I heard. Now, those distant sounds could have been many things...like a car backfiring or something similar. But most cars backfire ONCE...not twice. And I have been to many a gun range (because I like to shoot...targets ok ((and animals...muwahaha)) not people) and those sounded VERY much like two handgun shots. Similar to a .357 or gun of similar caliber. I'm a little frightened now, but hey...if the news says nothing of dead bodies in the morning, all will be well again in the quiet Oak Canyon suburb of San Jose.

STUPID HENNA TATOO CRAP!!! Ok, never buy that stuff...just get it done professionally. I bought some henna tattoo stuff that is supposed to work really well, and I now have this really cool looking logo on my back (between my shoulder blades), but it looks less like a tattoo and more like a freak accident with self-tanning oil. Shoot. But I'm gonna have Sarah do another layer and hopefully things will darken up and look better. Otherwise...um...I can't really think of anything witty to say about what I will do if it doesn't work...so I'll just end there.

I really felt like updating, but I dont' anymore....so I'll leave it at that. I'm going to go to sleep now. Sleep is good. Sleep is my friend. Ok, so it's not my friend, I have somehow de-friended sleep. If sleep were my girlfriend...she would have dumped me by now. If sleep were my pet...it would be dead from lack of attention. If sleep were a psychotic egomaniac...it would have killed me months ago. Heh...enough analogies about sleep. It's time to do it and hope I haven't forgotten how. Goodnight.


p.s. "Get crazy with the cheese wiz!!!"

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Come Out and Play by the Offspring (in my head...I don't have the real song downloaded)
---feeling...in the mood to dance

So I am going to get out some of my problems with Christmas (not the wrapping presents thing...that has been thoroughly explained). First of all: Christmas carolers. I mean, they show up at your door and ring your doorbell and you look out the peephole and see this hoard of smiling peole with candels ready to sing you some nice off-tune carols. You have a couple choices. You can pretend you aren't home and feel guilty as you see the smiles on their faces fade and they walk away. You can open the door and say, "no...sorry...not in the mood" and watch the smiles on their faces fade as they turn and walk away. Or you can open the door and pretend that you are actually enjoy this random act of happiness. But the big question is....what do you do while being caroled? You stand there and kind of smile, not really knowing who to look at, and wait until they are done. It's just awkward and a situation I would like to avoid altogether. Ok, so I really did have more complaints...but I can't think of them now so I will move on.

So...Christmas is over. But I still don't feel it ever came. I am in this weird world in which Christmas just doesn't exist or something. This is the first year I was at school so I wasn't here for the tree getting and all that jazz, then I got home and for some reason it just didn't feel right. It came to quick or something. But it ended and it still feels like I am expecting Christmas to come. And then the New Years thing. Um...I never really do anything on New Years. Last year was the first year that I had ever gone and done anything...but that "anything" was merely going to my friend's house to watch movies and hang out. So I'm not a big partier (obviously). And of course there is really nothing going on this New Years so I am desperately trying to come up with something good. Especially since I found out that I have to go back to school allot sooner than I had expected. Ugh.

So I'm working on this film for school....not MY film....it's for location film making...this class that I have to take. And in this class we are assigned jobs....like editor or cinematographer....or if you are LUCKY....you get a job like I got....the Script Supervisor. (if anyone didn't know, that was EXTREMELY sarcastic). If you want to know what is thought of the job of script super....here is a quote, "Most consider the role of the script supervisor as the worst on the sound stage..." Greeeeat. Really what I want to do. But I really can't complain. If I screw over this guy's film because I mess the continuity up big time...it's his fault for picking me for that job.

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RANDOM THOUGHTS/FACTS OF THE DAY:

---ok...so I have no random thoughts or facts for today...sorry
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I'm gonna go now. I need to get some stuff done...then I'm off to watch the director commentary on Moulin Rouge. So I'll update later or something. This update sucked. Wow...I need sleep or something to rejuvinate me. Maybe later. Maybe later.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Erasure sing...er...track one from Cowboy...I don't know the name of the song (and no mocking me for listening to them)
---feeling cixelsid (yeah, it does say something)

So I just finished watching Office Space a little bit ago (though I missed the ending). Um...er...that...that's my....um...that's my stapler...I...er...I want...that is my....ok, but I'm going to have to burn the building down. If only we all had the same resolve as Milton...wait...maybe that would be a bad thing.

It is what now...December 20th? Yeah, and I'm not done shopping. And what shopping I HAVE done I am not sure about because I am terrible at picking things for people. I am a firm believer in gift cards and gift certificates...that way you get what you want. You don't have to pretend that what you got is cool and then secretly return it later and hope that that person never asks to see it on you, or see you use it, or anything on that order. Just give money. Or take someone shopping and then buy them whatever it is that makes them say, "OOOOOH!!!!!" Ok, not whatever that is...that could be bad because if you're shopping with a girl they might see a cute guy and say, "OOOOH!!!" and well...that could cause problems. Just use your best judgment.

Tonight I'm going to this murder mystery party thing. It's actually allot of fun. You buy these sets and then assign characters and come dressed up and take on the roles and try and figure out who did it and....er....ok fine...so I'm a theatre geek and this kind of thing entices me. SHUDDUP! I don't make fun of you when you watch sports on TV do I? Nooo. So no mocking me for actually doing something productive...in a way. But yeah....I'm a cowboy. No no no, that was not a random sentence that had nothing to do with the last...I'm not really a cowboy...I just get to pretend to be one tonight. And the problem is that I am supposed to be a rugged cowboy type guy, but the only costume I could drag together makes me look allot like Garth Brooks...the modern day cowboy...not a gunslingin' mystery man. Hmm. I guess it will have to do. But if I break out into a rendition The Thunder Rolls....it's not my fault.

I saw Oceans 11 last night...and I loved it. It always takes me a little while to go from "I really liked it" to "I loved it", that time has passed. Gosh, Steven Soderbergh is a genius when it comes to directing. I was talking about it with Aaron and we both agree that he has this simple way of telling a story that makes it very intruiging. Plus it is visually stimulating because of the editing and shots he uses. I want to see more of his stuff....including Full Frontal....the "sequal" to Sex, Lies, and Videotape (which I also missed the end of....but that time it was Aaron's fault.) So go support good ol' Steve and see OceansEleven.

Anyone who's been reading all this crap I write knows the saga of my car and all the poor Minimobile has been through. Well, it is in the shop again. But wait, it's not bad this time....really. I took it to someone who actually knew what they were doing....not %*$&%(^ Pep Boys. They fixed it (thank God) and then I drove it home with no problems. Then I took it to another guy here who knows what he is doing (he has to, he's German...so is the car....it just works) and he is fixing the heater, the odometer, and the clock. Then my car will be as good as...well...not new....it's 21 years old...but it will be back to it's good ol' self. Sigh~ (sigh of relief)

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RANDOM FACTS/THOUGHTS OF THE DAY:

---Girls are the devil ;) (I'm only slightly joking)

---Where does your lap go when you stand up? I mean, you sit down and you have a lap suddenly....a newly named body part. You wouldn't say, "Come sit on my quads" or "These pants don't fit good around my lap." But then you stand up and...*presto*...it's gone. All the miracles and modern science and we still can't explain how a body part disappears.

---I need more sleep
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Yeah, so I'm going to go now. I need to do something (I have yet to decide what that something is yet) and then it's off to HELL...er...I mean....shopping. I need one more gift I think, not too sure, but I am hoping that that is all I need. And then I have to get dressed in my cowboy gear and work on my southern accent..."Howdy y'all." (I was really not meant to be a cowboy....goodness). I'll do some more updating later....I swear. E-mail me and tell me how much my site rocks/sucks...I would really apprecitate it...and maybe you will even get a prize! Ok ok, so last time I promised an Audi TT Roadster and didn't deliver....sorry bout that. But this time...I swear I'll make it worth your while. And if you don't write me....I just might cry....and you don't want to make me cry now do you? Didn't think so. I'm going now. Adios for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to some sports show on TV that my dad is watching
---feeling way too many things to put into a single word

So I'm home...once again in this house that I lived in for over 18 years...once again under the rules and regulations of my parents...once more trying to figure out all the things that go along with being home. Ok, so most of the stuff I am trying to figure out follows me wherever I go...even 350 miles away from here in sunny Orange, California (no, not "Orange County"....Orange...like the fruit....only it's a city and you can't eat it). I am beginning to feel that time is the only thing that will give me absolute answers to all these "problems" and "issues." Heck, I know what I WANT to happen in every one of the situations...but what one wants and what one gets are often very different things (ACK!!! Did anyone else realize that the end of that sentence was written in MLA format? I used "one" instead of "you"...good Lord....it's a good thing I'm out of school for a while or I might permenantly start talking like that...."So, would one like to go to a movie?" *shudder*).

Right...so life gets more and more confusing every day. I thought that things would be less confusing when I got to college, but no...a whole new batch of interesting situations opens up. People change after highschool...they are tired of who they were and they get a fresh break, so they change everything and act wild, crazy, out of character, and I have this theory that all those changes are purely to confuse me. Everyone gets together and says, "Ok, so let's all interact with Grant in ways that he isn't expecting...just to see how he reacts!" Sounds like fun! No...wait...never mind. I think I will take all independant studies classes and become an RA so I get my own room and be known as "the hermit of Chapman University." People will tell stories about me, all of them wondering what drove me over the edge. Or I could be like that guy who walks around his college campus naked and is known as "the naked guy." That would sure be interesting.

Ok, movie review time....this is semi-recent in my life movie watchings: (Uh...did that make ANY sense? Didn't think so)
---Clockwork Orange: riiight...um....lots of sex and violence...and a pretty good message
---Vanilla Sky: very reminiscent of Mulholland Dr. Just plain weird and they treat the audience like idiots and explain everything
---Following: Same guy who made Memento...VERY cool...rent it
---Snow Falling on Cedars: Well, I missed allot of it (ahem), but what I saw was excellent
---Some other movie: Can't remember the title...they all spoke with Scottish accents...not bad

I really can't wait to see Waking Life, Fellowship of the Rings, Ocean's 11, Spiderman and Spy Game. Mmm. Mooooovies. Oh, and go see Donnie Darko (sorry, had to put it in there somewhere)...and if you hate it...you suck.

Random facts/thougts of the day:

---with the speed at which men shop...it should be made into an Olympic sport

---bongos annoy people...annoyed people are not friendly

---NOBODY UNDERSTANDS MY 4TH MOVIE!!!! *sob sob*

---I wish I was a dog...their only real concerns are whether or not they will be fed and petted

Ok, enough rambeling (sp?). I'm going to go and do something that I feel is productive, but in reality will most likely be very not productive. Or maybe I will sleep. I haven't had too much of that drug in a while. I really am addicted...but I have found that quitting cold turkey isn't that bad. You really don't miss it too much. Sure you feel funny and can't talk straight (wait...if you don't talk "straight" do you talk "crooked"?), and you find yourself in weird places and aren't sure how you got there (..."Wait...where am I?" **looks at wine bottle** "I don't....feel....drunk."), but hey...who needs it. Sleep is overrated. Sure Aaron would say that I am slacking off of my Soviet responsibility (if you have no clue what I am talking about...go to Aaron's page), but I suck at work anyway...so why not see if I can't get myself fired from this job we call sleep (wait...would getting fired mean dying? Never mind...maybe they'll just pay me less). Ok, I'm making no sense anymore, that is usually my clue as to when to stop talking. I might even contract the disease where you talk and people just walk away from you. Like Aaron. He will say something to contribute to a conversation, and the person will just look at him, turn, and walk away. It's only happened to me once, but I don't think I could take that kind of rejection too many times. I can't take any kind of rejection too many times. Ok...time to go now (for real...I was joking all the times before). I'll update later (if I feel like it....wait, what is "it" and why would I be feeling like "it"....creepy). Adios for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to New End Original (I would link to them but I'm too lazy right now...go find them yourself)
---feeling...hmm...I'd rather not talk about it

Maybe Someday
No I won't do it again, I don't want to pretend.....If it can't be like before I've got it let end.....I don't want what I was, I had a change of head.....But maybe someday.......Yeah, maybe someday.....I've got to let it go and leave it gone.....Just walk away, stop it going on.....Get too scared to jump if I want too long.....But maybe someday.....I'll see you smile as you call my name.....Start to feel, and it feels the same.....And I know that maybe someday's come.....Maybe someday's come...again!.....So tell.....me someday's come.....Tell me some days come again.....No I won't do it some more, it doesn't make any sense.....If it can't be like it was, I've got to let it rest..... I.....don't want what I did, I had a change of tense.....But maybe someday.....I'll see you smile as you call my name.....Start to feel, and it feels the same.....And I know that .....maybe someday's come.....Maybe someday's come.....If I could do it again.....Maybe just once more.....Think I could make it work like it did before.....If I could try it.....out.....If I could just be sure.....That maybe someady is the last time.....Yeah maybe someday is the end.....Oh maybe someday is when it all stops.....Or maybe someday always comes again..... The Cure

Well, I'm really not in the mood to write right now, but I will anyway. Why? Just because I feel like doing something and have nothing else to do. I just finished shooting my movie, it looks pretty dang good and I am looking forward to editing it. I hope it turns out good enough to show as my final project so I can actually move on in film school from the very very bottom...the pond scum...the chum...and other lowly forms of stuff.

So I recently saw Sidewalks of New York. Despite some pretty bad reviews in the local newspaper thingy...I actually liked it quite a bit. Then again I think it scared me into never wanting any kind of romantic relationship of any kind. Maybe I'll get a dog and live happily with a happy-go-lucky animal that never expects anything from me, never gives me a hard time, can't offend me more than soiling the carpet, and will always be happy to see me. Too bad women aren't like that! Hehe, kidding.

My life is just plain too confusing. I think that when I get my dog that will be my companion forever I will move away to the mountains and learn to live off the land and just bring hundreds or books with me and tons of writing material and write and read for the rest of my life becoming this insanly smart hermit guy who's writings wouldn't be found until years after his unknown death. Then people would feel very sorry for him and publish his work as an Emily Dickenson type thing where people never really knew him. And...yeah...people would read my stuff from then on.

Alright...time to go. It's time for Adult Swim...the best couple hours of television on these days. It's all about Home Movies and all those other wacky shows. So I'll update later, maybe with something slightly interesting next time. Sorry bout that. Adios for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to The Gloria Record sing Ode to New Grass
---feeling autistic

Ode to New Grass
There are songs to be sung, and pages to be filled with memories. There are roads to be traveled in places I have never seen. There are postcards to send, and so much beauty just to take in. There are dreams to be chased, and friends to be held more dearly. There is love to be seen more clearly. There are fears to be faced, and tremblings to understand. There are new days to brave, and all this foolish pride to lay down in your hands.

So I'm feeling pretty accomplished right about now. Ok, so I probably shouldn't since I didn't really do anything that I didn't have to do. I even missed both my classes this morning (oops) due to not getting to sleep until like 5:30am or so (not completely my fault). But I got all my laundry done, I bought a blue book for one of my finals, I got a new stapler, and I even cleaned the toxic waste site also known as "Grant's side of the room." Now I'm sitting here drinking lots of water (so I hopefully don't get sick) and doing my webpage. Woooo!

Ok, there's some guy somewhere who was sitting by himself and thinking about staplers. Why? I'm not sure...but it's true. And he thought to himself, "Now why in the world are staplers made to sit flat, horizontally, when people use staplers vertically? Once more, I'm not sure why he was thinking of this. So he went out and patened an idea for this new Stand Up Stapler that stands on it's head and is "erganomically designed for comfort and utility." And somehow I ended up with one of these handy staplers. I didn't even know that this piece of revolutionary office equipment was any different till I started reading what I just bought. That'll teach me to start reading labels.

For now on you can start calling me Sandy Barker! Aaron was making his new movie and I was drafted into the role of special effects makeup artist. So I spent a good hour and a half using scar wax, Blistex (we couldn't find any vaseline), brown cream makeup, and spirit gum on Ed's face. I think it turned out pretty good. I'll try and get a screen shot or two from Aaron's movie (once he finishes it).

So I'm really in the mood to go dancing right now. I've got some Aphex Twins blasting and I want to rave. Mmmm. Rave.

If you don't read Penny Arcade then...well...then you are like me. But there is a really funny one that totally personifies my room mates and I. We have been addicted to Super Smash Brothers on N64, it sucks out the life and soul of the person playing and leaves them with an emptly feeling inside no matter how many times they have beat Master Hand. But it's still pretty dang fun. So, here's the boys of the Gamma Alpha Epsilon house....we just swear less.

Time to go and do something...like eat. I should eat. Eating is good. Just not Aramark caff. food. HADUKIN!!!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the air conditioning unit that often emits loud whirring sounds
---feeling tired, yet I can't sleep due to all the work I must do

Hi...I'm Grant...my ceiling leaks. So last night at about 3:00am none of us had gone to bed. We didn't do anything, we just didn't go to bed until 3:00am (hmm, sounds like the movie I'm doing right now). At about that time Aaron got in bed, Ed was on his computer, and I was doing who knows what on the internet (NO...not porn) I hear some dripping sound coming from somewhere, but I'm not sure where. So, instead of finding out where the sound is coming from I have a little dialogue with myself about why women are less tolerant to sounds like a dripping faucet (or so I've heard in those stupid "why men and women are different" educational shows). But I guess curiosity got the best of me so I asked Ed where the sound was coming from. It seems that our ceiling was NOT fixed last time and it still drips when it rains. Greeeeat. So we get ingenuitive and move Aaron's desk, cut off the bottom of an Aquafina bottle, grab a big water jug, tape the Aquafina bottle to create a funnel, and sit back and relax to the friggin annoying sound of "DRIP.....DRIP......DRIP DRIP.....DRIP...." So I tried to make the best of it and thought of it as the nice sound of rain on the window at night...but for some reason water hitting plastic doesn't quite simulate rain on glass. Oh well.

I AM JACKS DROOPING EYELIDS

I was actually really hungry this morning (and for you who know me...that is a good thing...it doesn't often happen). So I thought about getting food after my intro to visual storytelling class. But for some odd coincadental reason, two people who had nothing to do with eachother's movies made a movie that had to do with urine in a cup that someone else drank. Riiight. Now i'm hungry! So instead I just went back to the room and started this entry. I have to write a three to four page paper on Clockwork Orange and talk about free will. Then I have to finish up a journal for one of my classes. Then I have to start a journal for another class that is due in all of four days. Wow...I sure got myself behind. How though? I guess this just goes back to the basic question that has plegued humanity since, well...forever, and that is, "Where does all the time go?"

RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY:

---Some people have third nipples

Alright...I think it's time to get started on my work. I might updat later if I live through all my work. Actually, knowing me I will just procrastinate till who knows when and then have to do it all at the last minute like always. But it sure is fun!!! You want a rush? Forget Red Bull...try out "My paper's due in 10 minutes and it is the equivelant of 1/4 of my grade and I still have a page left to write." Good stuff. So I'm saying goodbye to useless distractions like Blogger for the time being and I'm getting my work on. I'm gonna go AWOL on all the work I have left. Heh, sorry...Ed is negatively influencing me. Adios por ahora.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to New End Original sing Leper....but I would really like to be listening to The Cure's new acoustic CD that you ALL must go and buy!!! Go. Now. Buy.
---feeling like Grant....that's about it

Oh goodness, it has just been way too long since I have updated....and I really don't have any good reason as to why I haven't. So I will spare you the torture of a really sad excuse, and just get right into all the fun and excitment that you sad people vicariously obtain through reading about my life. Kidding....really.

Let's see what has happened recently (this will be in NO particular order since my life is kind of a big blur now, so time means nothing to me). Last night I was trying to use my computer and had somehow turned on the hot keys feature so whenever you pressed certain keys instead of typing that letter, it would do a function like opening windows explorer or something. So I had to create this odd pager code type thing that just plain confused everyone. But it sure was fun. Conversations went something like this:

keika40: hey Grant
greenm00se: h3y
keika40: what's up?
greenm00se: not ^^uch, but ^^y co^^put3|^ |)o3sn't wo|^k still. THIS SUCKS!!!
keika40: I'm sorry.
greenm00se: H3Y, I CAN W|^IT3 "THIS SUCKS" WITHOUT USING O|)|) SY^^BOLS!!!

I think it would make life much more interesting if we switched it up every once in a while and did things like writing using code. I almost had to write my paper like that for my film aesthetics class. I would love to see that guy's face as I handed him my paper and told him my problem and gave him a key to interpret the paper. Heh.

We have continued the tradition of taping food to our door for others to enjoy. We found a piece of cake in our room that had been there for...uh...quite some time (not sure how long)...(though that isn't as bad as the fossilized piece of cake in our fridge that has been there since October 7th...ewww). I decided that we should offer this scrumptous piece of dessert to the others on our floor so I had Aaron help me and I whipped out the duct take and stapler. Soon the cake was firmly attached and the sings saying, "FREE CAKE" were in place. The next day we opened the door to find DJ holding the cake with a big piece missing telling us how good it tasted. After getting ready to call the hospital he informed us that he didn't really eat it. I was relieved. Then today I had a revelation of how to get the jello to stick to the door. Last time we failed...but not this time!! I just taped an entire cup to the door with the jello in it. At least three fourths of it is gone from random people eating it. That's...well, kind of gross. I think I'll leave the cup there and add new scrumptious treats for the lucky people of the Prolle-Sodaro non-substance floor to enjoy.

Hey, guess what...I might have mononucleosis!!! OH JOY!!! Yeah, I'm not sure if I will get it yet because it's only been like a week and a half since I was exposed, so I'm not sure if it will put me out or not. But no worries, I'm looking at the bright side. I have now become the ever so feared Monobomber! (not to be confused with the Unibomber) I can use this to my advantage. If someone has a good looking milkshake...I can just take a quick sip and PRESTO...it's mine. Or I could lick someone's pizza and they would HAVE to give it to me. Or if someone pisses me off, I can just kiss them. Muwahahaha. I have labeled all my food and liquid with DO NOT EAT/DRINK. I guess I could have not told people about it and given it to them all...but that would have been mean...huh?

So the airport sucks. I just have problem after problem there. I was going to take my Playstation back to school with me after Thanksgiving, and I had the guns in there for games like Point Blank and Time Crisis. I walk up to the line and see a big sign saying, "NO REPLICA OR TOY GUNS." Crap. So I call my dad and do something really stupid (not like I've never done something stupid before). In the midst of the guys with guns and airport security I have this conversation:

"Hey dad....dad? DAD? (now yelling because it is loud in the airport) HEY...I CAN'T GO THROUGH THE AIRPORT SECURITY WITH THE GUNS! YEAH, SO CAN YOU COME BACK AND I'LL PUT THE GUNS IN YOUR CAR AND THEN I CAN GET THROUGH! OK, YEAH...JUST THE GUNS....NOT ALL OF IT! OK, SEE YOU SOON!"

Hmmm.....that was smart.

After I went through the first line, I was then presented with the task of being checked with the new beefed up metal detectors. I took off my watch, took out my wallet, and that is all I had. And once more I was smart and wore my belt with a HUGE metal buckle and many metal studs. Dang. So it beeps, of course and this lady has me stand on a little spot on the floor as she starts waving her magic metal detecting wand over me. As it hovers over my crotch I hear BEEP BEEP BEEP. I smile bashfully as I lift up my shirt and show her my belt buckle. She says, "Open it." I furrow my eyebrows and then look around me and see the huge crowds of people, some of which watching me as I unbuckle my belt. She then waves it over my crotch again and it beeps still. Um...yes....my pants DO have a zipper. She then has me fold down my pants. Right, this isn't embarrassing. Not at all. I HATE AIRPORTS!!!

So the hyper disease has hit us all. Yesterday Ed was jumping up and down on my bed singing Hot Pants by James Brown at the top of his lungs as he was kicking Christina who was hiding under the blankets on my bed. Later Aaron was using drum sticks on everything from my head to my car to different items in the grocery store (that is until he broke a large jar of sala on the ground). Later we figured out that the Dr. Pepper box fits over your head and you even have a nice little eye-slit so you don't run into things. I haven't really done too much yet...but I'm sure it will hit me soon.

RANDOM FACTS OF THE DAY:

---Clockwork Orange is a really messed up movie

---salt does not come out of your hair very easily....especially when it has been applied in large doses

---procrastination is a bad thing....and I am procrastination's bitch

---AWOL can NOT BE USED for ANYTHING except Absent Without Leave....sorry Ed

---I don't have any more random facts...but I put the dashes there so I left them there for no apparent reason...sorry

Um...I had like allot of things to write about but I can't remember any of them now. I'll try and update more often and maybe get some of those fun stories in there somewhere. With how incredibly anti-continuity I have been recently it won't matter if I start talking about a month ago, now will it? No. It won't. I have to go. Really. I just do...trust me. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the Cure sing Spiderman (and the spiderman is always hungry)
---feeling totally confused/lost/scared/angry/disillusioned/pessimistic (good times)

I was talking to my friend Kevin online. We haven't talked too much recently because of the whole going to different schools thing, but we are still great friends. We think so much alike. We have now decided to join a convent and swear off any kind of committed relationship type thing for good. We will just be monks and sit in the meditation position and close our eyes and hum. Or tend the giant sand and rock garden like in that third karate kid movie. Maybe I'll even learn to catch flies in chopsticks...but of course I would have to let them go because of my newly obtained passivist lifestyle. Relationships just get so incredibly confusing. We came to the realization that nobody ever reaches maturity when it comes to a romantic relationship, nobody ever really knows what is going on. Unless I am wrong and somebody has been hiding the manual to the dating and girls from me. If that be the case I will gladly pay any amount to obtain this sacred text.

So my day yesterday (and partly today) just goes from bad to worse. I e-mail the school to get my editing time, but some idiot over there decides that I don't know if I really want an editing room or not so he decides to e-mail me back and ask me if I knew what I needed. No, of course not, I just wrote them because I felt like writing someone and asking for an editing room just seemed like a good thing to ask. OF COURSE I NEEDED A ROOM IF I ASKED FOR ONE!!! Arg....so I don't get my time because of that. So I write in again and they finally give me some time to edit...12:00am to 3:00am. Greeeat. So I then proceed to have one of the worst phone conversations of my life, which of course takes my mind completely off of what I needed it to be focused on....getting my movie done so I don't get kicked out of school. I go to edit, not even in the mood anymore, and do my thing till 4:30am or so. I have multiple problems, as always...plus it is REALLY REALLY cold. Like, I couldn't type the names of the actors for my credits because my fingers were too cold. Yes I am wearing only jeans and a thin t-shirt, but....so. I then walk back to the dorms with my teeth unintentionally chattering (and I like cold weather, but not this cold) and my lungs hurting from the cold. I am not tired (for some reason) but I get in bed anyway. Then I go to class this moring and find that my class was cancelled...the one where this movie was due. Totally pissed off because I didn't have to spend all night there, I storm out. About 10 steps from the dorm I realize that my video is still sitting in the now un-used classroom. So I go back and get it. Then just to top it off at lunch the girl in front of me gets the last garden burger. Sigh~oh well. What can you do.

It will be nice to see my family again. I don't get to see them too often and....well...I'm not homesick, but I do realize how much they mean to me. I find myself bragging about my sister and how good of a dancer she is, or my brother and how good of an actor he is, or the like. And I get to see my friends...yay. I haven't seen lots of them for more than an hour or so in many many months. I enjoy Thanksgiving, it's a good time for the most part.

I feel bad, we ordered pizza and ate it all just as Aaron came walking in saying, "I want pizza!" Through the mouthful of crust I mumbled, "Whught peezugh?" Ok, I think he caught me.

So I had this dream last night. I don't really remember it. All I remember is that I wasn't wearing a shirt. I was doing something, wearing all my normal clothes, just not a shirt. Riiight. Maybe I need to stop eating ice cream right before bed. Wait...I didn't have ice cream last night. I barely slept last night. Ok, maybe I should have normal sleeping hours again. Ha...like that will happen as long as I am in college. College teaches you three things: 1-how to procrastinate 2-how to gain terrible eating habits 3-how to become an insomniac (and we pay HOW much for this?)

RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY: Frito brand corn chips are flammable. They don't just turn black and smoke, they actually light on fire.

RANDOM FACT OF THE DAY WARNING: It just plain reeks.

I'm gonna go now. I might take a shower or something. I need to wash the salt out of my hair. Why do I have salt in my hair? Ask Aaron, maybe he can explain why he tipped the salt shaker over my head and shook it. Other than that, I just have to pack to go home. Good times indeed. I'll try and update over the break (if the chemicals in the turkey don't make me pass out). Happy Thankgiving. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to something by Marvelous 3
---feeling FANTASTIC!!!!!!!! (wow, haven' t been able to say that in a long time)

Goodness, I haven't updtated in a long time. I have way too much to talk about (if I don't forget it all by the time I finish this sentence). I'll try and give an account for the last couple days and we'll see what kind of fun we can have.

So I finally got my mail. No, it's not from someone I know...it's even better. I got my Adbusters Magazine and it rocks...like always. I just love it. Go there...read. Mmm. I also got my movie I ordered from Amazon, La Cite Des Enfants Perdus, or in english: The City of Lost Children...this movie is great. See it. I'm not sure how, I guess you can try and find it to rent. But see it. Then I decided to go to my brother's place to go to a club. I left a little late, but I thought I would be fine. I-5 was fine...I got to 101 in record time. But then I tried to enter 101 and all hell broke loose. There was some kind of traffic problem that slowed the speed of traffic from 70mph to just a little faster than that little old lady you are behind driving in a one lane road when you are in a huge hurry. I finally got there with no road rage occurances (luckily) and all was well. Chad (my brother), Jamie (his friend, who is a guy, though his name is Jamie), and me (you know me) went to some club to dance. I don't even know the name of the place, but it was loads of fun. It's kind of weird for me to dance with people I don't know. You suddenly find yourself dancing with some random person, so you of course need to introduced yourself, which goes something like this:
me: "HI...I'M GRANT!"
girl: "BRANT?"
me: "NO...GRANT."
girl: "BRENT?"
me: "NO...GRAAANT."
Not like it even really matters. I will never see these people again, and they won't remember my name in all of five minutes. But hey, it's still fun to scream at the top of your lungs and feel like you are barely whispering. And the music just plain rocked. They were blasting remixes of the Cure, Morrissey, Depeche Mode, etc... The place closed and we all had to go home. So after I got back to Chad's place, I pulled out his friend Ky's bongos to play them. So at 4:00am or so we were blasting techno and banging on bongos (probably to the dismay of the neighbors....oh well). Then I got to sleep...on the hard wood floor. One more I have been able to reconfirm my beliefs that sleeping on hard wood is not comfotable. So I "slept" for a while till it was time for lunch. We all went to this place called the Griddle that has some GREAT food. We sat down at the bar and I no longer wanted my tasteless gum, so I did what any normal person would do and put it in my napkin. Then the waiter did something not any normal waiter would do and he gave me a new napkin and slid my previously gum contaminated napkin over to the spot next to me...unbeknownst to me. Halfway through eating I looked over and saw the little bulge in the napkin the the man who was eating next to me. Ok, that's gross...but it's not my fault, I swear. So after we were bugged by this guy was screaming, "Join my fan club!!!" He was trying to sell t-shirts with his name and face on it. I had to go home later and decided to take a detour to get gas...bad idea. I, the king of misdirection, got lost in LA trying to find 101. Only problem, they purposefully try and confuse you, I swear. There were signs that said "101" with an arrow to the right, those signs meant turn right on this next street if you want to get to 101. Then there were signs that said "101" with an aarow to the right, and those signs meant to stay in the right lane if you want to get to 101. You might have noticed that those two descriptions of the signs were identical....because the signs were, they just meant different things. Stupid Los Angeles. Now I'm back, and uh...yeah...that's about it.

Hehe, I was in the bathroom and I hear my friend Chelsea say, "If I was a boy I would dress like Grant...well, no....nevermind." So I walk out to tell her she hurt my feelings by not wanting to dress like me and I notice that she is wearing green pants and a black t-shirt....just like me. We had a good laugh over it.

I need to go now. I have some stuff to do, then I have some more stuff to do, then even more stuff to do. Most of that stuff is actually just procrastinating and goofing off, but still....I have to do it. So I'll update later....if I feel like it. Bye.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Dashboard Confessional sing Saints and Sailors (fantastic song...see below)
---feeling slightly stressed, in need of distraction

"This is where I say I've had enough //and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now. //A walking open wound, //a trophy display of bruises //and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. //Waiting here with hopes the phone will ring //and I'm thinking awful things //and I'm prettysure that few would notice. //And this apartment//is starving for an argument. //Anything at all to break the silence. //Wandering the house //like I've never wanted out //and this is about as social as I get now. //And I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you//'cause they//would never do, //I would never do. //So don't be a liar, //don't say that "everything's working" //when everything's broken. //And you smile//like a saint //but you curse like a sailor //and your eyes say the joke's on me." ___These guys have the best lyrics.

So the saga of adoption continues. It all started with the leftover breadstick that I couldn't eat. So, of course I wanted to be cheritable and let someone else have it. Therefore I did the only rationaly thing and duct taped it to the outside of our door with a sign saying, "Free Breadstick." I didn't really expect anyone to take it, but someone did. I suddenly had a very big feeling of loss. I guess I had grown attached to it. Later we found a sock in our room that did not belong to any of us....so we obviously wanted to find the owner. Once again we taped it to our door with a sign saying, "Whos Sock?" I didn't expect anyone to take it, but once again someone did. Once more I regretted it because I had a feeling of security knowing that the sock would be there when I got back from class. Today I found a nice piece of orange jello that looked lonely in the caffeteria so I took it home. We then proceeded to tape it to the door with a sign saying, "Free Jello." I guess tape and jello don't mix because it fell off at some point and then Ed stepped on it. This time I didn't have time to get attached...luckily...otherwise that orange spot on the carpet would forever remind me of my friend.

I guess Ed and I were bugging Aaron with the TV being on when we wanted to study. So he went in the closet. We didn't notice he was in there till we heard his muffled voice yell, "Can you turn the TV down?" Ed and I looked at eachother confused, but hey...it's Aaron. Why ask questions?

Speaking of Aaron. You don't need to go to his site till after Thanksgiving because he has imposed a "no internet usage" thingy upon himself until then....accept for e-mail. So everyone go to his site and e-mail him telling him that you will never go back there because he didn't update. Hehe, won't that be fun. Ok, so it won't...never mind.

Ok, so I was all happy to go and edit last night...but now I hate that system as much as Aaron hates it. It has been so nice to me before...no problems. But now it doesn't like me anymore. I spent a good hour and a half just getting set up and putting the video on the computer, but then it decided to shut down on me. Riiiight. Now is when Grant takes after Johnny the Homocidal Maniac and kills something. Luckily it started working and I got a little bit done. Lives were saved due to the technology gods smiling upon me. But it is going to take longer than I thought to edit this stupid project. Sigh~but it will get done...I swear.

Time to go. I get to have my car jumped and then I get to take it somewhere to get it fixed. I hate cars. I do. Maybe I'll walk everywhere from now on. Hehe, who am I kidding. I love speed. But yeah, I'm going to go now and get someone besides those complete morons at Pep Boys to fix my car up for me. !!Adios por ahora!!

GO TO MY ARTWORK LINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (it's on the left)

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Dashboard Confessional (yum) sing Swiss Army Romance (fantastic song, fantastic "band")
---feeling INVINCIBLE!!! (but I know I'm nothing near it)

It's nice to take a walk late at night here and see the stars (when there are not clouds). I have some of the best memories of my life spent looking at the stars. Laying on my back, trying to point to a certain star but not being able to because of the perspective. Eating fast food at 11:00 at night. The spotlight from the cop car. Dodging the sprinklers to get to the cement cylinder and feelings its warmth despite the cold of the nighttime air. Staying out as late as possible, hoping that our parents wouldn't mind. Standing on the deck of a boat with nobody else around, looking at the beautiful stars in the cool of the night. Good memories. Ones I will never forget.

So last night we get a phone call and Aaron answers but only hears a couple beeps. So he hangs up. This morning Ed gets a phone call and all he hears are just a few beeps. Hmm. I wonder what this is all about. Maybe it correlates with my music messages that I have been getting.

Famous people are everywhere in Hollywood. I was visiting my brother and we went out to eat and saw Stephen Baldwin (Usual Suspects). My brother has encountered and talked to Chris Rock (who was a TOTAL jerk), Baby Spice (hehehe), that kid Patrick Renna from The Sandlot, and just recently he was talking with Warren Zevon (who just plain kicks butt). I like meeting famous people. They don't seem to like meeting me though. But hey...I've only had three restraining orders put into action. They just like their privacy, that's all.

Speaking of the long arm of the law, I have a friend who now deserves the title fugitive. He somehow skipped out on a court date and now they are going to send him to the big house for 5 months. Ok, so he will probably get out of it...but if he doesn't then maybe he can make a name for himself in jail and have like a gang and stuff. That would be cool. But I guess staying in college is kind of cool too.

That Crazy Love will soon be out in...well...no theatres near you. I'm editing some of it tonight. I am actually looking forward to seeing how this piece cuts together, it might be somewhat ok. I'll see if I can post some pics from it on my page and show off my handy photography work. Maybe I'll even get a video clip up if it doesn't take up too much space. Wouldn't that be neat!

I have to go. This is a pretty pathetic update, but I'm a busy guy. I've got places to see and people to do. I'll put up some artwork soon (but it's crappy quality) and update my poetry page some more. I'm off. Bye for now!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to The Cure (YAY) sing Lovesong
---feeling CRAZY!!!

WHOOOO!!! You ever do something that makes you feel like you are just totally smashed or high but you know you aren't? Try drinking half of a one liter coke, then pour in a whole Red Bull and then drink the rest. Wow. What a rush. And if I don't have a heart attack in the next few minutes from my heart beating at an extremely abnormal speed, it will be fun. Goodness, I can't concentrate on anything at the moment and when I turn my head I turn it REALLY quick, but not on purpose. My hands are shaking. Um...what's in that crap? I hope it doesn't make me sterile.

Alright, I have to make up for calling my roommate a woman. Aaron...you are not a woman in drag. At least I'm pretty sure. I don't really have any hard evidence...but I will assume that you are a guy. And to further make up for it, I will try and get you some more traffic...here you go, this should help: AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN, AARON IS NOT A WOMAN,
Hope that makes up for it.

I just worked out. I am tired. I am sore. I don't really know why I do it. Maybe it's so I look REALLY SEXY. That must be it.

Right now Ed is pissed off because stoopid AOL won't let him edit his webpage, or for that matter even useing his computer seems to be a very difficult task. Yesterday he surprised me when he started screaming, "BASTARD COMPUTER." Aaron is pissed off because he has to respond to a ton of e-mail that he has put off for so long and he feels that it is more of a job than something fun. He however doesn't have trouble with his computer. Christina is pissed off because she has to go to piano practice. Her computer is also fine. And me? I'm doing pretty dang good (ok ok, so it's most likely because I am on a sugar/caffein high). Oh, yeah...and my computer STILL DOESN'T WORK. Stoopid virus.

So I watched Babe today. WARNING: If looking for a site on Babe, do not just type in "babe" in the search engine. It will NOT come up with what you are looking for. Goodness. That's actually a pretty good movie. Yeah, so....yeah.

I have to go. Too many people around to do webpage now. Maybe I'll update it later. Yeah...until then. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Marvelous 3 (I'm not linking to them anymore...sorry) sing Beautiful
---Feeling...er...I'm not too sure...I'm feeling interesting

***Things Grant has Learned at College:

---Use throw away dishes and silverware (that pile of cups and plates is getting bigger and bigger)

---Sleep...sleep is your friend...do not lose this friendship!

---Don't get your hopes up when going to check the mail (unless youre more liked than I am and actually GET mail)

---Procrastination...either don't do it or get really good at it (I am in the latter group)

---Eat. Ok, so this might not be a problem for you guys...but it is for me. Meal time just comes and goes and...oops, I didn't eat. Most people gain weight in college...not me...my pants don't fit too well anymore.

---If you are a film student...do 30 second films with one actor, and one location...otherwise...you WILL go crazy.

So today has been a really weird day. Let me explain. Everything just seems a little off, and unusual, and different. I went to check my mail this morning and opened my box. Now, my box is on the top row. This row is only completely accesible to people with a 7' stature. That is not me. So I open it and get ready to reach up and inside to see if I have any mail, and a letter comes sliding out towards me. My first thought, "AAHHH, MY MAIL IS ATTACKING ME!!!" Then I realized that someone was putting the mail in from the back and saw me and pushed the letter forward to help me get it. I think it would have been more exciting if my mail actually was attacking me. Then later someone knocked on my dorm door and Christina opened it and we saw no person...just an empty Hi-C jug sitting there. Ok, sure...why not. Then later someone came by and wanted to see our room because they were doing a tour or something. Of course the moms chided us on our messiness. I wanted to say, "You're not my mom...shuddup." But I didn't. Then I got an e-mail. Ok, so that's not too weird. But this e-mail was weird. A girl I kind of knew in high school e-mailed me just to see how things were. Funny thing is I was about to do the same, write her to see how things were, but we never really talked or were friends and have never exchanged e-mails before. So I am kind of scared to see what will happen next. Maybe I'll be attacked my a group of salmon weilding midgets.

I get to edit tonight!!! There's something very comforting about being in that little dark room with a computer and not having to think of anything but my movie. It's so relaxing. Ahh. I miss that. I think I will build a small editing bay in my dorm room. I'm sure my roommates won't mind if I deconstruct their bunkbed for wood for my editing bay. Then I just need to steal a computer from the school and I'm all set.

It's time to go. I need to listen to some music to get ready for editing...and then I need to read for pleasure. That is also relaxing. I am reading the Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. GOOD BOOK. I want a cool name like J.R.R. Tolkien. I guess I could be Grant Isaac Melvin Paige. Then people would refer to me as GIMP. Cool. But yeah. Time to go now. I'll update more later. I'm an updating fiend. I've hung on longer than I thought I would with updating every day (ok, so nearly every day thanks to two days ago...grrrr). Catch ya later. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Joydrop sing American Dreamgirl
---feeling unfettered

AHHH! I didn't update yesterday. I can't believe it! LOSING VIEWERS! Ok, so I don't get enough people visiting my site for it to really matter. And it's not like getting people to come to my site does me any good. Well, besides the self-esteem boost. Speaking of self-esteem boosts. I really like them. It's SO nice when people just walk up and tell you something really nice for no apparent reason. There are just certain situations where you can suddenly look at yourself and be like, "Ok, maybe I'm not so bad." Or maybe that's the lack of sleep talking.

I shot my movie yesterday, and of course everything that could possibly go wrong did. Ok, so that's a lie, but lots of crap that normally wouldn't happen did...stuff that only happens when you are shooting a movie. It's like the evil movie spirits see me with the camera and say, "Hey, let's screw him over so he can't shoot his movie!" I think I will now bring an exorcist with me on all movie shoots. So my brother gets here late, first bad thing, we couldn't start shooting as soon as possible. Then he gets here and we go to his car to shoot some location shots (since $&%^ Boys, er..I mean Pep Boys screwed my car over) and we get in, and he turns the key and then looks very confused as his very large 68' Bronco engine is not making it's normal loud throbbing sound. His car was dead. His car never dies. It was dead. So we have to use Stephanie's car (the lead actess in my movie). Then later we are shooting on the football field and...well...they lock us in. I don't know exactly what they were thinking, but they locked every entrance/exit. Therefore we had to climb the fence. Then Aaron's camera (which I was using because, yet another problem, I couldn't get the nice Canon GL from my brother's friend) gets really low on battery. Shoot. So we try and consolidate battery power used...not easy. And lastly, after I got my car jumped, I realized that I forgot one of THE key shots in my movie...and my brother is going back to Hollywood (in his car that broke down on the freeway) and he needs to be in the shot. Shoot. So I figure out how to fix it with editing. Sigh~this movie thing is really a love hate sensation.

I UPDATED MY PICTURES PAGE!!! GO SEE IT!!! I even added a fun little poll if you go to the second pictures page (ok, so Christina added the pole...but it's on my page...so there). So yeah, go!

I was in the caff. (I only abbreviate that word because I don't know how to spell it) this morning and was watching as hoards of people were sticking their bread products into this conveyor like machine that is supposed to cook it. But as I watched I noticed bread go in, but no bread come out. Was this some kind of new electronic toy like those stupid dogs and cats but now you can feed it? Or were people taking bets on how much they could shove into this maching before it would burst into flames and burn down the entire building? My guess is that, despite watching other's food being devoured by this innanimate object, people didn't expect it to happen to them. Oh yeah, and don't do what that one girl was doing...sticking metal objects into other metal objects that are plugged into those little holes in the wall is not a good idea despite what your enemies tell you.

I am not even awake right now. Not at all. I went to sleep at some time after 5:00am and got up some time a little after 9:00am. That isn't very much sleep. I feel kind of drunk right now. Only problem? I have never been drunk so I can't really make that comparison. Ok, I feel like I think I would feel if I was feeling how a drunk person would feel.

My roommate Aaron just sat up from his nap and says, "Who is getting mad? And how did my pencil break? Maybe I karate chopped it in my sleep." This is amusing. I like playing with people's minds when they are tired.

Speaking of tired...I need to go. It's time to rest or something. I don't really have anything else planned for today. I need to edit. Mmm. Editting movies. Mmm. (are there two "t"s in editting?). Right, anyway. Go to my pictures page...more will be up soon. And send me stuff. You all ignore me and don't send me anything. SEND IT NOW. Right...sleepy time. Or something like that. Bye for now.

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Our Lady Peace sing 4am
---feeling braindead

I just got back from the beach. It really reminded me of how much I really hate being with a bunch of people I don't know very well (hence my lack of party-going). I had some friends there, but I spent allot of the time just sitting there staring at the fire. It brought back some pretty powerful memories, so I really wasn't into the whole group thing going on. Then the cop guy came around in his car shouting into his megaphone telling us all to go home. On his second pass I guess he was getting bored with his job so he decided that he would tell us like he was a pirate, saying, "You all need to be putting out the fires now me maytees. The beach closes at 10:00...arrrr....muwahahahahaha." I wish I had a megaphone. So we left before we got to hear any more of the cops impersinations. Now I smell like bonfire...I like it.

So we were shooting even more of Aaron's movie today, the scenes we didn't get the other day. We went and got a grill to shoot a shot with heat waves (don't try this at home...I mean it...you'll kill yourself because of the extreme frustration it will cause you), and went to the same parking lot as last time we did this. We set up the grill, and this guy came up to talk to us. He asked us if we were the ones who left the smoldering pie tin with glowing embers in the parking lot the week before. Um...no...that wasn't us. Must have been somebody else...somebody else who was also trying to have a barbecue in the parking lot of Ralphs. Then the idiot wouldn't leave us alone. He wanted to impart upon us all his knowledge of movies in what seemed like vein attempt to get in this movie. "Yeah, so allot of people are going to film school because of the Blair Witch Project. I mean, look at them...they made a couple hundred million off of $30,000!" Um, suure, whatever you say guy. We finally just ingnored him as he ranted about how funny it would be if I caught on fire (since I was the one lighting the grill) and how much funnier it would be to get it on camera as people doused me in lighter fluid thinking it was water, and then seeing the fire department show up to put me out. Hahaha, yeah...hilarious. Well, we got the shot and went home. And that guy will most likely go home to his trailer and tell his wife and 8 children how he met movie stars and almost got in a movie.

Website time!!! Go to:

This page to see a really wacky Playstation 2 commercial done by David Lynch (the same guy who made that mindjob of a movie, Mulholland Dr)

and

This page (no, I won't tell you why...just go)

I swear I have tons of stuff to talk about, but as soon as I sit down...I forget it all. Or maybe I just think I have allot to talk about, when in reality I am a very dull person who has nothing interesting to say. Maybe that's it.

I really need to sleep. I have to shoot some of my movie tomorrow (hopefully all of it), so I have to get up early. Fun. I am still trying ot get some art up, but it's so friggin hard to do for some reason. And I'm not getting many people sending me art and poetry. SEND IT TO ME OR THE KITTY DIES!!! Ok, so I don't really have a kitty whos life I can threaten....and even if I did have a kitty I wouldn't really threaten it's life. Plus, the dorm peole would take it away. I can only have a fish. Darn. But send me stuff or...or else.

Bye for now................

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to Marvelous 3 sing Cigarette Lighter Love Song (GREAT song!)
---feeling slightly liberated

I don't hate too many people...but when provoked...I've been known to hate. One place where my hatred has recently been directed is at those spawn of Satan at Pep Boys. My car died on me a while ago, I didn't freak out. I thought I had a dead battery. So I take it to Pep Boys (mistake #1). I wait there from about 10:00am to 5:00pm, for what...for them to tell me that I need to leave my friggin car there overnight to get the alternator replaced. So I come back at 10:00am the next morning (the time they told me it would be done), and no...they havent even started. So I come back later and get my car...it works...their lives will be spared...for now. Two days later I am sitting in my car with the key in the ignition and no sound coming from the engine...this usually means either 1-you have yet to turn the key or 2-your car is dead because those complete morons at Pep Boys don't know what they are doing. (I'm betting on #2). So I take my car back to Pep Boys after getting it jumped (mistake #2). They tell me that they put in a faulty alternator...so I have to leave my car there once MORE overnight. Ok, now the human sacrafices start. They happen to get it done early (lives were spared) and I was ok because I didn't have to pay. Two days ago I am once more sitting in my car with the key in the ignition and no sound is coming from the engine and my head is laying on the steering wheel. This means either 1-I have yet to turn the key and was so tired I fell asleep or 2-The complete imbeciles at Pep Boys didn't fix my car. (once more, I'm betting on #2). Now I don't have a car...again...and if anyone out there knows a good home-made bomb that could destroy the entire Pep Boys store...you can click on the link on the left and tell me.

HEY...I've updated my poetry section and I'm still working on getting some of my art up here...but Christina's webcam wouldn't work on my computer, so you will just have to be patient. "Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry..." Anyone else remember that song? Am I just crazy?

So I'm coming back from Oscars and they have THE BEST breaksticks! But anyway, that wasn't the point of my story. The point was that I drove by IKEA and it reminded me of Fight Club and their anti-ikea lifestyle they beat over the viewer's head. Funny how a movie has given me this view of IKEA, even though I've never even been there. Movies have much more effect on the psyche and the views of the viewers than people realize. It's all about making people feel something they didn't feel before, subliminal messages baby. Why do you think I'm going into film? I wanna convince everyone in America that they should think like me.

Last night I was pounding nails into the top of a water bottle because I was in a weird mood...and what persued was a dueling banjos like percussion sessions. I would hit, BAM BAM BAM. Then from the floor we would hear a muffled BAM BAM BAM. And so I would hit, BAM...BAM BAM. And we would hear, BAM...BAM BAM. It was allot of fun.

Ok, this warning thing has gotten completely out of hand. We started these IM warning wars and got Christina's warning level up to 91%. Once it gets like that you can only send like one message a minute. And we just got Ryan's warning up to 97%...oops. He was pounding on our door because I think he wanted to rip our heads off feed them to the crows outside. So...we didn't open the door. Pray for me...my life is in danger.

I'm going...I need to do stuff. Ok, so that's a lie...but I really don't need to be doing this. I think I might take my pictures over to Christina's room and use her webcam which works on her computer, but not mine. Arg. Ok...time to do something at least slightly productive, or maybe something destructive...that is always fun. Bye for now!!!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to the Barenaked Ladies singing Breakfast at Tiffanys
---feeling unmotivated


So I have to do that whole director/producer/cinematographer/editor/composer thing this weekend. If it was up to me, I would have someone hand me a bunch of tapes and say..."hey, make me a cool movie." Sadly, it doesn't happen that way. At least not on the level I am at. What level am I at? I'm at the level where I scramble to get anyone possible who can act for me (hence my brother being in every one of my movies), scramble to get any equipment I can (hence me using my brother's friends equipment), and scramble to edit the movie as quick as I can (hence editing at 4:00am). Yeah, I can't wait till I actually have people working for me.

Last night I was so incredibly out of it...and I don't even know why. It was kind of like when you are trying to deal with something so you overcompensate by acting really goofy. I would actually have to think before I would talk or my sentences would come out something like, "So, I was going class, er...going to class when...." and then I would just stop with that blank look on my face causing the person next to me to look at me, wrinkle their eyebrows, and ask me what the heck I am talking about. And I wouldn't know. I went to the store and got some chips and cheese dip (I'm addicted), some Skittles (king size baby), and some Macaroni and Cheese. I really wanted macaroni. Like, allot. Maybe it was because of my weird mood...who knows. So I get back to my room and show Aaron my newly bought macaroni and cheese. I smiled real big and he said, "Uh...don't you need milk and butter for that?" I kept smiling and immediately said, "NO!" But of course curiosity overtook me and I looked at the package and...of course...you need milk and butter. My smile faded and I shook the macaroni wildly out of frustration until the box flew out of my hand and landed across the room. So I sulked and ate my chips and skittles.

You know another thing that made me angry last night? I got no mail. I never get mail. I get stoopid stuff from Chapman that I don't want. Nobody loves me. Maybe it's because I don't mail anybody. No...wait...I'm the college student. People are supposed to take pity on me and send me care packages! Oh well.

Well, I'm off to get some lunch, then off to work out again (I'm still sore...this should be interesting). I will probably get bored and write more later today (aren't you lucky! Two posts in one day!!!) But for now, I need to try and find my shoes in this pile of stuff on my floor. Maybe it's time to clean again. Hey, at least we have garbage bags now...things aren't as bad as they could be. Anyway...I'm gonna try and get some pictures on later today if I can steal Christina's webcam. If not...too bad for you...you're really missin out...I'm tellin ya. I'm off! Bye for now!

RIGHT NOW I'M:
---listening to: The Cure sing Maybe Someday
---feeling: disillusioned

Mist hung thickly in the air as the cool temperature reminded me that winter is nearing. With someone on either side of me, I felt strangely uncomfortable due to my lack of knowledge about either of them. One was oddly excited to help me with my endevor...the other was merely along because he felt pity for a poor stranded soul. A bright yellow spot on the horizon caught my eye as I strained to see what it was. Glowing like the sun muffled by clouds in the early morning. I neared the yellow aparition and a sense of horror slowly filled me. I knew what that yellow blemish was, that stain of pure evil...alas...it was a parking ticket upon my car.

My assumptions about my age were proven today. I just came from a class where we were watching Walkabout, a movie made a while ago. After the movie, while the class was giving its unnecessary opinions, one kid made a comparison. He said that I looked exactly like the kid in the movie. Only problem? The little blonde kid was about 8. I mean, sure...I can see some resemblance, but he didn't say that I looked like an older version of the kid. Oh well.

You ever find something out that you just don't want to believe? Something that you know is true, but you nearly convince yourself that it isn't just because you don't want it to be? Something that you just can't get out of your head no matter how you try, and every time you remember it you wince in what seems like physical pain and are suddenly in your own world for that split second where all that exists is you and that realization, that thought, that knowledge of what happened? Even if it shouldn't effect you, and you really have no say in the matter? It's not fun.

But anyway...let's talk about something fun. Like...er...can't talk about pirates, I already talked about them a while ago. And I really don't find that much amusement in them anyway. How about comic books. Ok, so I've never been into comic books. Not even when I was younger. I don't know...superheroes never really caught my attention. But Aaron was really into comic books (or should I say "graphic novels"), and he decided that I needed to be submitted to his interests. So I was told that I needed to read Ghost World...the graphic novel that was the basis for the motion picture. I didn't really know what to expect...but I really liked it. Then he handed me The Coffin which was just incredible. And lastly, he has gotten me interested in Bone which is an extremely interesting and enthralling series. I never thought I would like comics...er...graphic novels...er...whatever....but there is some really good stuff out there. Expand your horizons.

I'm off for now...but I'll be back later...I swear. Unless of course I am abducted by aliens...but that wouldn't be my fault now would it?

Ok, I feel like I'm living in a really big orange. The guys in the other room were spraying this orange smelling air purifier type stuff through the fan, into our room. I suddenly felt a wave of dizziness overcome me as each deep breath was drenched in pure, fake, citrusy goodness. I wonder if you can get high off this stuff. Or brain damaged.

I hurt. I don't know why, but our society, unlike societies of the ancient eras, has decided that physical is more important than mental. This would be why we humans, mostly the larger and less feminine of the two sexes, goes into a room with lots of refective surfaces and purposefully rips every muscle he or she can until lifting any object heavier than their sweat towel becomes physically impossible. And this practice happens not only once, but normally three or four times a week. What is the point of this? Well, it makes people look like how I used to look look like how I now look. Ok ok, so that's a little bit of an overexageration. I don't look quite like that.

I am officially weirded out right now. I used to have this cell phone with the phone number including "666." Now, this was a little creepy, but I thought nothing of it. That is until I acidentally hit some numbers when it was clipped to my belt and looked at it and realized that I had somehow pressed "666" with my elbow. Now, coincadences happen, but that happened three times. Hmm. Time to get rid of my cell phone. So, not for that reason, but for others, I got a new cell phone. This one, I am glad to say, does not have "666" in the number. But...I did not however escape weird happenings. I got a message a while ago that was 15 seconds of music. I played it to everyone, and nobody knows where it is from. Odd, but not too odd. But then I got two more messages of the same thing...just different songs. Ok...now I am officially ready to get rid of cell phone number two...just so I can't be bothered by things like this. No, wait...then I'll probably just end up hearing voices in my head.

So Aaron and I had this huge debate about movies, what makes a movie a great movie, what makes a movie all show, etc. Aaron and I are both very stubborn people and like to debate (well, I like to...I'm not sure if it is something that floats Aaron's boat). We ended up agreeing (for the most part) that a movie, book, etc, needs to leave the audience with a better understanding of the subject at hand. And should have a theme that the audience can relate with (Aaron is more ademant on that point...yes, I know I spelled it wrong). Which is why, in Aaron's words, "...shows like Dawson's Creek are emotional masturbation." Pure emotion-feel good-crap.

Movie review time. I have seen lots of movies in my Film Aesthetics class...I will now tell you the movies and if they were good or bad:

The Exorcist: good_____Fight Club: good!_____The Stuntman: bad!_____Traffic: good_____Visions of Light: bad_____Double Indemnity: good_____Citizen Kane: good_____The Conversation: bad_____The Birds: good

I have also seen other movies just on my own (or with others...usually with others) here are those reviews:

Pi: good_____Almost Famous: good_____Donnie Darko: good!_____The Crow: good_____Mulholland Dr.: What?_____El Mariachi: good_____Snatch: good_____Requiem for a Dream: ask me later_____Trainspotting: good

There you have it, Grant's extensive reviews. If you would really like to know more in depth of what I thought, just e-mail me and ask. But I SERIOUSLY doubt that anyone will care what some guy thinks about some movie. But it might make me feel special. I like to feel special.

I need to go now. I have an entire book to read tonight *GASP* so I need to get started. But in all reality I will most likely end up reading something else, or just goofing off online. Like I always do. Ok, I need a better excuse than that to end this post. How about, "I might fail my class!" No, not good enough. How about, "Maybe if I don't my computer will explode from overexertion!" Nope, not good enough. OOH, I have to go to the bathroom. Now there is a good excuse. Gotta run. Bye for now!

I think that I have figured it all out. Well, ok...only part of it. The part having to do with energy drinks. Energy drinks like Red Bull and Sobe Adrenaline Rush are just placebos. The companies who make them have figured out that if they put some bitter tasting liquid in a can, throw a whole bunch of unpronouncable chemicals in, and write, "energy" on the front, people will buy it. Even me. And as your body slowly dies from the terrible chemicals, you think that you are being energized, so you want more the next time you are tired. Soon you are an energy fiend spending all your cash on drinks like 180, Double E, and Shark. I think for now on I'll stick with something safer, like triple espressos with a shot of vanilla. Mmmm.

It's now time to discuss another of my shortcommings. I'll be the first to admit that I look young. Now, this isn't always a bad thing, not at all. When I am 30, I'll be happy to look 25. But when I'm sitting in the emergency exit row of an airplane and the stewardess asks me how old I am, I tell her 18, then I see the sign posted above me, "It is prohibitted for a child under 14 to sit in emergency exit row", now that's just plain rediculous. And if I shave my goatee I look even younger. Ok, time to list the pros and cons:

Cons:
-I will be carded for years to come after I turn 21
-I will have trouble with girls because they will think a younger guy is hitting on them
-When I get married, people will ask me if my kids are actually my siblings

Pros:
-I can get into movies for the child price
-I can eat off the child's menu
-I could act in movies as a younger character
-When I'm older, I can flirt with younger girls...and nobody will know the difference

You know what? Everyone wants to be an actor (ok, fine...or actress...I'll be politically correct, but only this once). But not me. I am fine being behind the scenes. I'll tape it, or direct it, or edit it, or anything else. It always seems that when I act in anything I get beat up, maimed, killed, or something similar. Every time...I swear. (I think that someone's trying to tell me something). So I went off to work on Aaron's movie, where of course I get beat up. So I have to run around a corner, in flip flops, and then bail and hit the cement at full speed. After the third take, and a little blood loss, we get the shot right. Then I have to lay on the ground and get rolled over, stripped of my valuable posessions, and kicked in the side twice. After, oh, 8 takes we get this one right. So by now my hands are red, my side is bruised, and I am covered in black sooty crap from the sidewalk. Man, acting is such a glamorous career.

I have to go and work on a paper now. Once more I procrastinated. It's due at 9:00am tomorrow, and I haven't even started. Hey, who says I can't whip out an excellent 5 page paper in an hour or so? Last time I did it I got an A. This lesson has merely taught me that I can get away with procrastination. No good. Then again, I had a teacher give us a 10 minute shpeel about the grading system and how dumb it was. With infulences like that, how could I care about grades? I'm off. Check out the poetry, I added some new stuff (some links aren't working yet because I have no work from them). So, if you have any poetry, or artwork...I want an art section as well, please send it to me! I want! You can also send me hate mail...I'll post it if it's any good. Alright...write me or something. Bye for now.

So last night I have some dream about twisting a coke can's tab and seeing which letter of the alphabet it lands on to see who I will marry. It's sad, I've reverted to junior high...even though I never did that in junior high. Maybe I'm morning my lost childhood. Ok, so I didn't have a lost childhood...but it would be nice to have had one so I could blame everything on it. Right now I can only blame myself for stupid stuff. I need a scapegoat. So, if anyone out there is willing to be my scapegoat..just e-mail me and tell me and from now on I will blame you.

I found out some fun stuff about my history. It seems that the Paige's are from Ireland and Scotland. Aye me wee laddy, we be the McPherson Clan now. The McPherson's were a mean group now and their family slogan was, "Do not touch the cat without gloves." In other words, DON'T MESS WITH US! If you're gonna deal with us, be careful because we'll mess you up. And it seems that the Pages (which we were before) were mostly killed off in some kind of feud, so they had to change their name to Paige. Just call me Grant McPhereson laddy.

Last night I slept on the hard wood floor of my brother's room. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, but I fell asleep pretty quickly. Then I woke up and my arm, which was twisted in quite the unnatural position, was throbbing. I found it impossible to straighten my arm to it's full extended position. I have come to the conclusion that humans were never meant to sleep on hard wood floors. I went to breakfast this morning with my brother, his girl, and this guy named Ky (pronounced kie) who is very outspoken and will tell you anything and everything. He has kindly given me the nicknames "sprout" and "kid." He was getting on my case because I go to a school with a 7:1 girl to guy ratio and I am not having sex. And then he was getting on my case because I had a girlfriend and I didn't have sex. It seems that if you are like me, you're considered to be some kind of freak. Oh well, being a freak is fine with me...at least I'm not one of the crowd. After dinner we decided to put the hard top back on Chad's 68' Bronco because it's been raining, and rain and speakers do not mix well. So we have to lift this couple hundred pound chunk of metal over his backyard wall to get it to his car. I end up in another very unnatural position. Squatted over, arms under the top, head mashed up against the top of the car...cheek rubbing against the glass, and scooting backwards through a very cluttered and narrow backyard with arms that had been recently worked out. Good times. Then I drive home.

I got back to the dorms and walked in my room...and I look on my computer monitor and see a big crow statue! YES! My friends rock. They went to some store and saw this crow statue, and knowing that I like The Crow allot, they got it for me. How sweet. I now have a little crow friend to keep me company when I am sitting in my room alone being anti-social. We then go out to shoot some of Aaron's movie. We drive around for an hour or so trying to find some house that will lend us a BBQ to get a nice heat wave shot for his movie. Bad directions ensure that we don't find the house, so we just go to the store and buy some charcole and a pie tin. Now picture this, a parking lot corner with a group of four kids piled around flaming pie tin full of charcole while one of the guys burns leaves in it and the other guy is video taping it. Now what would you think? I really don't know what I would think. The shot ends up not even working, so we just go back.

I'm going to go now. I just don't feel like writing anymore....for reasons that need not be plastered all over the internet. Just try and remember that life really is great...even if it doesn't seem that way. I've noticed allot of beauty in the world recently. The gorgeous full moon. The beautiful stars. The deep breath of air you can take at night while taking a walk. The intricate beats and vocal harmonies of music I love. There is really so much to look at and be in awe of. Just try and remember that...I'm doing my best. Bye for now.

Alright, so I went to my brother's place in Hollywood to work on my movie some. Good times. It's due very soon and I haven't even started yet. Don't you just love college? The best thing is has taught me is how to be better at procrastination. I already knew how...but now I'm getting really good at it. So, we go to 24 Hour Fitness to work out some because he hasn't done so in a long time and neither have I. We get their and do some lifting. I can't help but notice some of the people who are working out. You know how a babie's head is too big for it's body, making it look awkward, but still cute because it's a baby and they are just cute no matter what? Well imagine people who's torsos are too big for their bodies in the same respect as a babie's head being too big. But without being cute. I'm tellin ya, steroids will really screw with you. So now I'm all sore and just want to sleep. But I'm also hungry. Sleep or eat...sleep usually wins this short battle (though I still hold to the belief that my alternate persona takes over my body instead of me sleeping. This time...eating won...probably just because I am with Chad and he was hungry too. We go to this new Mexican food place called...er...never mind what it is called, I kind of forgot. But we go in and ask to see a menu just in case it is way above our price range (that would be anything more than $10 an entree, hey...I'm a college student and he is a starving artist). The lady who seats you (do they have a name?) asks in an overly friendly voice if we have been there before. We say no and she gets all excited and asks our names and shakes our hands. Um...I don't know about you, but I don't know too many restaurants who have this kind of greeting policy. So we sit down and the bald guy who seats us says in a tour guide like friendly voice, "Hey guys...glad you came here. We have some great specials today. The steak is fantastic." We smile and nod, and he leaves. Was he expecting us to get excited about the steak? So the waitress comes up and smiles really big at us and asks if she can get us anything. When she takes our orders, she sits next to me at the booth and looks me right in the eyes at I order. I don't know...there is something disturbing about looking the waitress right in the eyes and having them about 1 foot away from you. If I didn't know any better I would say that all her smiling and sitting next to me was flirtation...then my big head was quickly deflated as I found her doing the same at every table. I think I like my little dissilusioned world better where the pretty waitress likes me. Hmm...she was probably too old for me anyway. The people at this place were way too friendly. It didn't make me think, "My, what nice people these are, and what a nice place this is." Instead I looked at my brother and said, "Are these people disturbingly friendly or is it just me?" I felt like they were trying to get me to be their friends before they took be in the back and cooked me as their main course. The moral of this story? I dunno...if you can think of one...write me and tell me ok?

So I just saw one of the coolest movies I have ever seen! No Joke. Donnie Darko. Ok ok, so the name is a little dorky...but the movie really did rock. I LOVED the cinematography, the music, all the acting, the plot, the screenplay, and just bout anythiing else there is to love. It was kind of creepy, and funny, and just plain cool in every sense of the word. Well, it wasn't cold....ok ok fine...not in every sense of the word. Geez. It's chalk full of symblism, little hints, and it's never dull. So yeah, go see it...and if you don't like it, then you just suck...because it was good...I swear. Random side note...Drew Barrymore was in it. She was also in my recent dream. Any connection here? No, probably not, but I thought I would mention it anyway.

A writer once said that the most beautiful phrase out of every word, phrase, or sentence in the entire english language, was "Cellar Door."

I'm adding some new poetry soon...not now though...I'm too tired. So come back and check it out soon. Other than that...I really don't have too much else to say. I am always trying to add new stuff. Pictures soon....I swear. And maybe even some fun Photoshop images if I can gank a scanner from someone in my dorm. If not, I don't know...I'll describe the pictures. Heh, won't that be fun. Alright, I'm off before this gets any weirder. Go live life to the fullest. Don't let anything hold you back. Don't become a number, a face in the crowd, a follower, a statistic. Be original despite what others say. Be new, exciting, fun, crazy, daring. And if I can only accomplish a few of these...I will die a happy person. Bye for now.