after getting some belated birthday cupcakes from ms. anderson, ms. bevis caught jake and i, and basically made us feel like shitty green team officers.

afterschool, i spent some time working on journalism stuff. we listened to cd's and stuff (amy, thank's for the pearl jam and nirvana!), and did a lot of nothing and everything. i drank an iced tea and chocolate milk, making sure i had all the proper nutritional requirements for a punk-little-kid, 'cuz that's what i am. anthony was on the phone, talking to nick or jumar or someone, and we all found out that they put up their camera for collateral on a loan, and they can't come up with the money to get it back. rj, anthony, and i have all decided to split the payment for the camera, and make it ours.

just yesterday i was talking to brian about getting a les paul for sure in a month or so, but i don't know how that'll work out, now that this camera-issue has come up. if i could have it my way, i'd make equal investments into my rockstar AND film-maker dreams, but for now - it's film-making. i'm sure i'll be getting my beloved les paul later next year, most definitely before summer time arrives.

this camera is super dope - but i don't know much about it. it's just one of those as98dfapos8fduosu8f-model cameras, which are supposed to be really good. it's mini-dv, which is the medium i've been wanting to work with since like, forever, AND we're getting this PROFESSIONAL QUALITY camera for less than half of what it would go for on the marker - plus we get a fish-eye lens as well. rj probably knows how to operate these babies, since he took a film course last summer, and anthony has adobe premier on his computer, so we'll all definitely have to help each other out on personal projects and stuff - and work collaboratively, as well.

after we left the school, rj came over, and we watched his bottle rocket dvd. owen wilson is cool (i stole an issue of premiere from my dentist, last wednesday, just for the cover story on that crooked-nosed son of a gun.). right now, i'm idolizing wilson and wes anderson's ability to write such egnimatic characters; max fisher from rushmore has always been one of my greatest fictional heroes. i love the attention to detail, and the bittersweet endings.

i love it i love it i love it!

brian came over during the last third of the movie, and we put in scratch. it's funny, because today anthony stuck in one of hannah's anticon cd's (deep puddle dynamics), and i couldn't bear to listen to that crap. but when you talk about REAL hip hop, you think about the players in scratch, and how much these motherfuckers actually have talent - and when i say "real hip hop," i know it sounds gay, but you can't get anymore real with afrika bambaataa and the dude who INVENTED the use of a turntable scratch.

i don't know anything about this shit, but it's cool to think that i do.

i like to play the guitar.

please don't judge my ability to write screenplays based on my blogs!