It's been a long time since I felt like this.

I've alluded to it in past posts but this is probably the first time I'm outright saying it:

2010 is a year of phenomenal change for me.
Every single day feels strange and different.
Everything is coming together.
I'm getting everything I want.
I just have to do what I have to do.

The Memphis Grizzlies.
Root for this team.
Attend games at the FedExForum.

They absolutely deserve it.

My life has gotten very strange and new. But I'm really liking it and getting more and more comfortable with it by the day.

I am already highly impressed with the year 2010 (that's twenty-ten, everyone).

Words can't really do it justice so far.

2009 PLUSES AND MINUSES:

+ The election of Barack Obama.
- The rough first year of Barack Obama's presidency.

+ Tons of good music.
- Getting Replay by Iyaz stuck in your head for days.

+ Good times and great travels.
- I want more.

+ Sports surprises!
- Shitty economy.

+ Lady Gaga.
- Taylor Swift.

+ Kid Cudi and Drake.
- Soulja Boy. Still.

- The death of Michael Jackson.
+ The comeback of Michael Jackson.

- Getting into a lot of trouble.
+ Getting into a lot of trouble.

- The fact that it's over.
+ The fact that it's over.

I can sum up my trip to Chicago with this pic:

And the words "fucking awesome". It deserves an entire entry, one I'll write later.

I saw this today:

In 3-D.
Was it good? Yeah, it was. So go see that.

Tomorrow is Christmas.
Holy fuck.

After countless hours of preparation and many more more hours of writing and only about three hours of sleep and lots (lots) of caffeine, I finally turned in my research paper for Cinema today. I discussed the use of isolation and confusion in Taxi Driver, The Conversation, and Dawn of the Dead (the Romero one, not Zack Snyder's) and how they related to American culture in the 1970s. I worked very hard on it.

I also did a lot of running around today, trying to get signatures for my add/drop form for next semester.
Spring 2010 Schedule:
Spanish 102
Meditation and Stress Reduction (it's a PE credit!)
Junior Theory Seminar
Intermediate Fiction Writing
Film Theory

It's going to be a lot of work, and I will essentially have no life on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but it is all going to be worth it. For the first time, I really feel like I'm doing entirely what I want to do. 100%.

My screenwriting portfolio is due tomorrow at 5pm. My brain is in overdrive. This might be the most fun part of my finals.

Spanish exam Wednesday morning, then I pack for Chicago and head out Thursday.

The next few days are going to be really interesting.

I do a lot of over the top, inappropriate, and sometimes terrifying shit.

And I think I'm fine with that.

Hello, Ninja Assassin.

I think I love you.

Hello, rad boys and girls.

Some disjointed thoughts for Thanksgiving eve:

• Writer's block. It fucking sucks.
• Being home is weird, but it isn't awful.
• I have so many applications for the summer I need to start on.
• I can't wait to see Ninja Assassin and Fantastic Mr. Fox.
• I really hope to get out of the house for the weekend and see people.
• I can't wait to go to Chicago next month.
• I've been craving good art lately, which makes me even more impatient for Chicago.
• I plan on eating so much.
• The Fame Monster. Download it.
• last.fm is going to eat my soul. As if Pandora, Grooveshark, and oh yeah -- my hard drive weren't enough as far as music goes.
• According to last.fm, I'm into rock, pop, electronic, hip-hop and female vocalists. They are 100% correct.
• My bed needs sheets.

• Finally, Best Buy is selling ultra-cheap laptops as door busters this year. There is an HP that is about $179 (!), and then, um...there's this Sony.

Because it's Friday.



May the (incredibly busy and work-filled and yet also balanced with fun nights of crazed partying) weekend begin.

I can't really describe how I've been feeling lately.
I'm certainly not upset at anything in particular.
I suppose I am just trying to channel my energy towards more productive things.
At the same time, I'm getting lost in my fantasies for the first time in ages.

Basically, I am becoming increasingly obsessed with:
improving my writing
improving my ability to appreciate and analyze all forms of art
making my dreams reality
having as much fun as possible every second of my life

Come with me.

I can't think of the last time I saw a music video this good.

Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time I saw a music video.

There is a lot to say.

I had an incredible Halloween weekend. Thursday to Saturday was filled with progressively complex, lively, and outrageous parties.

Sunday night, I began to reflect on the course of events. So many things fell into place. Many of them are still falling into place.

Some of them need work. Some surprises, my own surprises, have managed to even surprise me.

So, the next step is work.

I will work on my writing -- making sure it is good writing -- clear, concise, and without many of the rookie errors I have slipped on. I will also work to grow the developments in my social life over the past week, although I have certainly been erratic in this area (blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol).

A gentleman should not kiss and tell, so I should probably just say that I have experienced a diverse share of good fortune in the past few days, although the one outcome which I had expected did not come to fruition.

So we march on.

Generally around late October I start to feel the luster of a new school year disappear. This has been consistent since grade school.

Instead of feeling excited about waking up and going through my day, I finally begin to tire of the motions.
College has exacerbated this.

I once again realize just how inane my work-study employment is. My workrate overall begins to decline as the workload increases and my confidence plummets, making assignments feel even more tedious.

I notice obvious dips in social quality, especially on a campus where it's easy to feel insignificant, despite it's smallness, or the fact that you're not a 20-year old idiotic blonde chick or redneck dude from Alabama or Texas with a healthy trust fund and parents that really don't give a shit if you just D- your way to a fucking business major because you'll be secured employment in their company anyway due to nepotism.

It's a broken record.

I dream of my future -- I've moved somewhere into the Northeast corridor of the United States. The urban locations around me thrive and evolve instead of being an insulting, stagnating heap like the place I live now. People are generally less ignorant and are in much greater, much diverse supply, providing for much different experiences. Tradition is a bonus, not a fucking hindrance, not a law on which everything is hanged. Being who I am is much more fortuitous than it is here, where it comes with a whole other set of hangups and baggage. Public transit isn't a joke. Public service isn't a joke. Governments, while still not perfect, are at least an inkling more efficient than 900 years of Willie Herenton and people like him. People are proactive. The weather makes fucking sense.

And so I am about to spend the next four to five months making sure that I can find gainful summer internship or academic work in Washington, D.C., New York City, and other places that are not Rhodes College, Memphis, or even remotely in this godforsaken fucking area.

This move won't be a cure-all. But it is going to be necessary to my future growth.

This is a tale explaining the manner in which my way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started. If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location, and I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California located at coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778.

In the western region of the "City of Brotherly Love" known as Philadelphia, my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood, in my mother's care. The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc. I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature. Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends, when a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived. I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being, and she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister's husband in the previously mentioned community located at the previously mentioned location.

I implored my mother to relent approximately 24-48 hours ago, yet she gathered my belongings in a somewhat flat, rectangular shaped piece of luggage and expelled me from her presence. She placed her lips upon my cheek in an affectionate manner and handed me a pre-purchased pass for public transportation. I placed the headphones for my personal music system into my ears and verbalized the idea that I may as well impact this situation with my foot. Traveling in the highest available level of comfort, this is indeed an unfortunate situation (although I make this statement with some irony). Consuming the juices obtained by the squeezing of the fruit of a Citrus sinensis from a piece of glass stemware commonly reserved for the sipping of sparkling wine originating from the Champagne region of France, I pause to wonder if this is indeed how the residents of the admittedly upper-class neighborhood located at the previously mentioned location commonly live. Indeed, I find this situation may be rather to my enjoyment.

I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver, and as the driver approached I observed his California vanity plate which, in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word "fresh". Additionally, from his rear view mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games. In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique. Instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community located at the previously mentioned location.

We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o'clock, and in a loud tone of voice I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odour through my sense of olfaction. I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival: Here I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air as monarch.

Girl

Talk

was

awesome.

Again.

And the night is still young.

And I party until dawn.