bc it's easier to just post parts of my day....

....then to actually form thoughts and phrases about it.


devin: Yo C!!!!
me: yo D!
devin: Hahah

(insert boring conversation about web postings and the progress of the off site telecine here)

devin: Then back to the studio to confrom.
devin: Then I need to ship it.
me: to the audio studio?
me: or blakes room?
devin: Blakes room.
me: ah
devin: All B.
devin: No C.
me: lol, good
devin: And a little D.
me: ha, little d sounds like a rapper name
me: "lil' D"
me: u should be a rapper
devin: HOLLER
devin: That is gangsta.

this conversation is amusing bc he's a skinny little white boy from L.A. who wears button down shirts with sweaters over them and fitted jeans, and yet is convinced he's somewhat gangsta.

done

thnk i've reached my burn out point for the week. actually, i think i reached it last night around 9:00, and i've only actually had a 3-day work week, at the office at least. spending monday and tuesday working at home still counts tho. my tolerance is low. and all i want to do is go home and take a nap and drink something with alcohol in it. and i have a ton of work to do this weekend already. boo.

quote of the day 2

"now we see more car ass. ha, i get less and less classy every time i come in here."
-Johnathan, owner of my company, commenting on changes to shot 15 of jeep commerical after screening.


and if i could remember the actual phrasing of the conversation he and devin had about the jeep clients, who are now requesting complicated changes in the last 24hrs before delivery, i'd post that too...all i remember exactly tho are the words "motherfuckers" and "cocksucker" and "yeah...we love our clients".

quote of the day

"Everybody in LA got a little Thug in em!! Padna!"
-Josh, my west coast BNS counterpart, after iming Devin and I Tupac songs.

conversation of the day

Annie: matt just left...
Annie: 15 minutes early... with a fed ex package...
Annie: i was going ot make a joke being like, you are leaving early to go to fed ex as if it takes 15 minutes, since we used to kid you about that
Me: hahaha, i taught him well...
Me: it's my legacy
Annie: : HAHHA
Me: nyja tried to steal it, but she was not worthy of the title
Me: it's like the sword in the stone
Me: only you and matt can carry on my fed ex tradition
Annie: HAHAH



seriously tho, that 15min can make a world of difference sometimes. it's the little things.

i have less brain cells after 5pm

rhi: i already did that
rhi:: i just have to find it
ME: u didn't tell me that
ME: dude, ur getting old, you're forgetting shit
ME: haha
rhi:: i did too at some point
rhi:: you suck
ME: old person
ME: old old old
ME: =)
rhi: and are wrong
ME: no i'm not, ur gonna be like 27
rhi: =p
ME: it's sad really that that's when the memory goes....
rhi: alright. enough you
rhi: just you wait, that's all i have to say to you about this topic
ME: hehe
ME: i'm gonna be 25 in a month and a half
ME: i am upset
ME: =(
ME: booooooo
rhi: oh get over it
rhi: that's so 2 years ago for me
ME: dude, you're like my "wise, old" friend
ME: (ok, i'm done now)
rhi: but i SO told you about the letters of distance seperating
ME: no, u didn't
rhi:: did to
ME: bc i was all happy when i thought of it and i wouldn't have been that happy if u already told me
ME: r u sure it wasnt jess and not me?
ME: or ryan?
rhi: well you'd be very happy about your brilliant idea if you didn't remember that i already told you about it
ME: haha
rhi: i'm sure
rhi: it was you
rhi: who else would care at this point
ME: were u on a hallucinatory drug at the time?
ME: were there like 5 of me running around in bunny suits?
rhi:i'll find it and tell you exactly what day i modified the file and subsequently told you about said brilliant idea
rhi: ha
rhi:: i wish
ME: i'd never actually wear a bunny suit in real life, so that's how u can tell the difference from real me and shrooms me
ME: i was 2 last time i wore one
ME: for halloween
ME: it was cute
ME: but that phase of my life is long gone now
rhi: as much as i would like to continue this discussion, i have to bring kevin my tapes



i want to go home now. almost there, barring any post-related emergency (which, lucky for me have come up at the last minute almost every other night this week...fun....)

i want...

....to be drunk. right now. oh well. i'll have to wait aprox 3more hrs before i can take steps to make that happen. sometimes, i wish i was turning 20 in a month and half, and not 25. were i turning 20 in a month and a half, there's a pretty good chance i'd already be drunk rt now, and that i was drunk rt now 5 years ago. and if not, it's thursday, which, at that point in time meant i was either finishing up class, or in the process of sneaking out of one with matty, or already home napping and getting ready for the 4 night, 3 day weekend to begin. oh how i miss miss miss college sometimes.

best thing i've read all day...

....aside from the half insightful/half crackpot new Lost theories floating around today.


From Wonkette:

"NY Rep Advocates Recruitment of Cunnilinguists

When we last cared about Gary Ackerman, he was accidentally voting against pornography. Yesterday, though, he planted himself firmly on the side of the steamy and unlikely fantasies of teenage boys.

“For some reason, the military seems more afraid of gay people than they are of terrorists, but they’re very brave with the terrorists…If the terrorists ever got hold of this information, they’d get a platoon of lesbians to chase us out of Baghdad…Considering the critical shortage of linguists in the armed forces, a platoon of Arabic-speaking lesbians may be just what the military needs.”
This suggestion was made to Condi Rice, who, we’re assuming, shifted uncomfortably in her seat the entire time. He continued:

“Can we marry up those two — or maybe that’s the wrong word — can we have some kind of union of those two issues?”
If we allow platoons of Arabic-speaking lesbians in the armed forces, next thing you know, we’ll have dog marines and box turtles manning tanks. Where does it end?"

random

my favorite sentence of the week, from an email i just wrote to a friend, speculating about, well, someone else.

"do u think it's bc she's all jesus'd up, too filled with the lord to be filled with a tounge or a finger or anything else for that matter?"



on an entierly different note, i so can not wait for LOST time. seriously, i'm so fucking excited, it feels like my birthday or something.

random conversation of the day

CL: are you dating my sister?
m: what!? no. she's not my type and more importantly, that'd be really weird.
CL: haha. i know. i was kidding. but, has she really been staying over your house?
m: umm.
[you mean instead of sleeping with some boy?]
m: yeah. yup. she has been.
CL: ok, just checking. =)
CL: bc i feel like if she was dating someone she wouldn't tell me.


yeah...gimme a heads up next time ok? i'm so happy i'm an only child....

"status ani't hood"

"stat·us (stāt'əs, stā'təs)
n.
Position relative to that of others; standing: Her status is that of a guest.
High standing; prestige: a position of status in the community.
Law The legal character or condition of a person or thing: the status of a minor.
A state of affairs; situation. See Synonyms at state."

This little six letter word has become a running theme in most areas of my life lately. From my grandpa's hospital stay, to the desk I currently sit at, to my plans for later this evening, status is following me where ever i go. And as I get older I'm starting to realize that it's not titles that matter, it's content. A concept that is currently leaving me both content and discontent. Depending.