He was everything we always were afraid of growing into in highschool. No one can look at the protagonists in this film and not see some of themselves, generally something they didn't/don't like about themself. Yet for all the displayed ugliness, there is hope.
This is no Eternal Sunshine or L.i.T., nor does it lay a finger to Anchorman, but it offers valuable insights. We're all losers waiting to be cool, we're all cool waiting to take a fall, and without hope and determination, we'll never get anywhere. Sometimes you just need to throw down the tape deck, tuck your jeans into your boots, and dance like no one is watching.
I got to help "file" down metal bars today. And play in "mud". An explation is in order, I suppose. Today at tech, Ryan decided it was time for me and most of my psudeo "crew" to assist the ladies with fabric. Put simply, in my world of tech, messing with fabric stuff ranks only above bulk painting. To clarify, the details work I did on my wheel was as fun as any other job at tech, discounting shows. But painting of large objects just sucks...especially outside in the heat. Regardless, I spent 3 hours helping sort, cut, and lay out fabric. We are close to finishing one of the 15 STP's we're supposed to build. Its gonna be a long week. In contrast, after tech, I immediately got to help coat styrafoam picture frames in a white goop best described as "artificial mud". It was fun to play with, felt great on my hands, and was fun to rub on people. I now have a strange desire to replace ky jelly fights with mud fights. Yeah...
Then, though I thought things couldn't get any better, Rachel allowed me to help in the filing of the metal bars. Sparks flew! Some even stuck in my legs! It was soooooo sweet! I have a new strategy for surviving the week: avoid painting at all costs, and use the knowledge that fun tasks wait after 3 to make it until the 3 o'clock hour.
I've had several inqueries about the state of Viper Studios. Yes, it is still alive, Yes, I'm working on that huge update. There is but a small problem...I cannot add any files until I delete 10 megs off the server, I cannot delete until I finish copying things over to a secondary server, I cannot copy until I finish the redesigning of the site. So everything is a little backed up right now. As an added bonus, I'm trying to avoid being home. Ever. Except for sleeping, because to do so would lose any parental support I still have. So we'll see when it gets done.
Question for what/who ever listens to these questions: what does it mean when someone acts incredibly friendly towards you one minute, and is ready to rip you a new one the next? With most people, I have a pretty good idea of where I stand and what's ok. With others, I at least know where the safe ground is and understand that there may be no harshly defined limits (testament of this is the fact that only one person has ever gotten truely angry with me for something I did. Discounting family, of course.) So when suddenly someone I thought I knew and understood begins acting more strangely towards me, I honestally don't know how to respond. When someone's mad, I know to avoid them until/unless we make up. But when someone is supposedly mad, then invites me somewhere, then switches every half hour between being nice and being mean, then does the same thing again and again, I have no idea what's going on. Are other people just hormonal or is there something I'm missing here? Whatever...its probably some common sense thing that I can't be expected to understand.
Despite how I may act...you don't own me. I am a slave to my own choices and emotions, not to you or anyone. There's always a way to escalate the situation, always a way to break free, always a way to destroy.
I'm just longing to build up the strength to choose to destroy.
"So dream a good one tonight..."
I'm just a Stupid Kid sometimes... - AK3
Posted by Viper37 at July 12, 2004 11:23 PM