These days are so long any more. They start at 6:30 in the morning, after I've hit the snooze button as many times as I can, only to roll out of bed, and without showering or eating breakfast, put my clothes on, take my bookbag and leave for work at Starbucks.
I've been ashamed of working for Starbucks ever since I started there again in the middle of August. But I guess I have no one to blame but myself. Luckily, the economy is so bad that other people seem to understand why I did it. Working there is so juvenile, though. I certainly seems like a person of my age does not fit in. Especially considering that all the other people that work there are either in college or just finished college, aside from myself and my former roommate.
I'm starting to get to know the people I work with, which has interesting consequences. I kept my distance from so long because I didn't want to get emotionally wrapped up in more new people. I guess I can't avoid it, though. I love meeting new people. I'm constantly looking for new networking opportunities. It's just a part of me.
Especially since I feel somewhat older and wiser, like I've been around the block a few times, and I've made a few mistakes, I feel like I can sort of be that older brother-type and help out when I can and give advice when necessary.
But at the same time I'm still a lost little boy, and that makes me feel like a complete failure. Age 25. Position: barista.
So I've decided that need to find a new job. An adult job. A job that allows me to make more money while fulfilling a career path that I wouldn't be completely dissatisfied with.
Last night, after watching the final installment of Ken Burns' The National Parks, I briefly looked online for National Park Service jobs, then continued looking for non-profit type jobs, until very unexpectedly, I found something that would be perfect if I were to get it.
The thought of this potential new job has made me very happy, and I came home after work today to go right to work on it.
For two hours I worked, and improved my resume to a point where I was very happy with how it looked.
I knew I had to go over to the studio today to work on things for my website, as I was having a meeting with my website builder later that evening. I took a lot longer on my resume than I thought I would, though, and I skipped running, took a shower, and headed to the bus that takes me north.
I enjoyed a delicious steak burrito from the Mexican restaurant across the street from the studio and watched some SNL on Hulu before my meeting started.
Doing anything over at the studio is always a blast because there are always a million things going on. Rehearsals, people moving around, people moving out. It would probably seem like a very odd place to hold a meeting. But that's where the internet and I were at the time, so it worked.
Things are going very well with the website building. At least it seems that way from this angle. I can trust that my friend works very hard and knows what he's doing, as I've seen his previous work and I have no idea what he's talking about half the time.
After the meeting was over, my other friends (a couple) left the studio to go to the performance of one of the other studio mates. The band is called Man Bird Lion, and it is a very loud, but very precise noise rock band. Let by a female singer that probably weighs about a hundred pounds, they blend elements of indie rock, heavy metal, and folk, creating a new and very interesting sound that I expect to hear big things from in the future. They have a good strong mass appeal that I think will serve them in their budding future. Not to mention that their band name is so fun to say, I dare you to try and stop. Go ahead. Man Bird Lion. Try not repeating that in your head from now until bedtime.
It'll be especially harder when you hear the music.
The one downfall I can say for this band and this time of music, is that it really is too complex and broad to be contained in a tiny bar in Williamsburg. It's the kind of music that really should be played in stadiums, or at least big concert halls.
That's enough out of me, I'm going to bed.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
September 22, 2009
Wow,
I'm so tired. I can't will myself to write everyday, even though I have stuff to say. This is why there have been such long gaps in my posts on both this blog and my real blog.
I feel like I wasted the entire summer. I don't know what I was thinking. I could have made it this summer, I could have had it all. What did I do? I gave up a month of NYC to move home and take some time off? Time off what? I can't think of how that benefited me. I should have been promoting my t-shirts. I should have been doing stand-up, and I sure as hell shouldn't have quit writing.
I was doing so well. Well, I had momentum, at least. And now I find myself in a pinch for the umpteenth time again. No money, endless creativity, and thus frustration.
I did make a lot of new friends this summer, and I got closer to old ones. I learned how to wait tables. I [sort of] learned my value to others, somewhat figuring out my level of attractiveness to women and being able to use that (I'm getting better!). And I now know my worth to a small restaurant in Brooklyn.
But honestly, this was one of the most depressing summers of late. I'm not sure I've had a more depressing summer, and it just got more depressing as it went on.
I feel like all I did was struggle all summer. I had one lousy job that didn't pay well, and barely kept me alive. What it didn't do financially was help me get back into screen printing, or afford me a new phone until late August. I spent the majority of my summer without a working cell phone. How depressing is that!
Not only that, but knowing that I completely stripped my brothers of music before I left them, when I accidentally erased their hard drive. And I haven't been able to replace it because I can't fucking afford it!
I'm typing the keys really hard now, and I'm worried that I'm going to damage my new computer. One thing I did accomplish was to get a new computer, a laptop. I didn't get it, though, by saving up and buying it, like I would have. Instead, I got it by working for my mom for a few weeks and having her pay for it.
There are moments in my day-to-day life when I feel like such a child. There are other moments when I feel empowered like a man, like I can do no wrong. It is a constant struggle for me to find balance between these two personalities.
I think another reason I haven't been writing is because I spend so much of my time being frustrated and trying to get out of the shitty life I have brought upon myself, that I just lose all interest in it. I've probably become depressed. All I want to do is complain about stuff.
What I really want to do is tell people how funny I find things. But even that is taking me forever.
I literally have piles and piles of notes that sit on my bedroom floor waiting for me to sort them and enter them into the computer, so that I have electronic, workable copies of all my material.
Every time I sit down to put a few in, I get super hyped-up about it, but it takes me soooo much longer to physically do it than I had planned on, and before you know it, I've moved on to something else. Being distracted is a major flaw of mine. That and trying to multi-task too much. There is a time when mulit-tasking will kill you. Much like stress.
I feel like my new job (which is actually my old job) contains enough stress to put me into a coma. If I go into a coma, I'll never be able to write the things I want, or so much as even talk to a girl again.
So, the summer is over. It is time to start anew. Again. I am going to find a steady job, one that pays well, will not take the life out of me, and will not make me crazy. It would hopefully introduce me to more people my age (approaching 25) and with similar life-crunching problems.
I am going to get back into screen-printing and grow my business. I will take on more people as I can, who, when possible, will work for free or for very low amounts of money. I will get people behind my ideas and get them to work for me.
One of my strengths is that I am likeable. And people tend to cling to me. They are interested in what I am doing and want to see. The blog serves as a portal to that. People are also strangely comfortable telling me what they did not think they could share with anyone. People tell me all kinds of things. I guess I just have an honest face.
I can parlay that into getting people to follow me and believe in what I say. I can then feed off their strengths and creativity to go farther and help more people.
I am going to find a girlfriend. Someone who likes me and who I like back, who isn't absolutely crazy, but isn't boring either. Someone who takes an interest in me, and isn't selfishly wrapped up in her own game. Someone who is mature, open to new things, and who understands me, even if only a little.
I am not going to stand by to see all my friends get married, to see all my friends get careers and grow up and move away. I am not going to see life pass me by as I always get stuck in the now. This is about planning my future, and I don't want to spend it looking up at people any more. I've reached an age when I feel like every opportunity is equal for everybody. And whoever tries the hardest and the longest with succeed at reaching the top.
I'm not going to give up, because I refuse to give up. I refuse to sink back into remission any more times, and take comfort in what I already have. I'm not going to let people tell me, "at least you tried." At least I tried. When put that way, it sounds like the worst thing I ever could have done.
Failure is not my bag. I'm here to win, win, win. If not, I'm going to die trying.
I'm so tired. I can't will myself to write everyday, even though I have stuff to say. This is why there have been such long gaps in my posts on both this blog and my real blog.
I feel like I wasted the entire summer. I don't know what I was thinking. I could have made it this summer, I could have had it all. What did I do? I gave up a month of NYC to move home and take some time off? Time off what? I can't think of how that benefited me. I should have been promoting my t-shirts. I should have been doing stand-up, and I sure as hell shouldn't have quit writing.
I was doing so well. Well, I had momentum, at least. And now I find myself in a pinch for the umpteenth time again. No money, endless creativity, and thus frustration.
I did make a lot of new friends this summer, and I got closer to old ones. I learned how to wait tables. I [sort of] learned my value to others, somewhat figuring out my level of attractiveness to women and being able to use that (I'm getting better!). And I now know my worth to a small restaurant in Brooklyn.
But honestly, this was one of the most depressing summers of late. I'm not sure I've had a more depressing summer, and it just got more depressing as it went on.
I feel like all I did was struggle all summer. I had one lousy job that didn't pay well, and barely kept me alive. What it didn't do financially was help me get back into screen printing, or afford me a new phone until late August. I spent the majority of my summer without a working cell phone. How depressing is that!
Not only that, but knowing that I completely stripped my brothers of music before I left them, when I accidentally erased their hard drive. And I haven't been able to replace it because I can't fucking afford it!
I'm typing the keys really hard now, and I'm worried that I'm going to damage my new computer. One thing I did accomplish was to get a new computer, a laptop. I didn't get it, though, by saving up and buying it, like I would have. Instead, I got it by working for my mom for a few weeks and having her pay for it.
There are moments in my day-to-day life when I feel like such a child. There are other moments when I feel empowered like a man, like I can do no wrong. It is a constant struggle for me to find balance between these two personalities.
I think another reason I haven't been writing is because I spend so much of my time being frustrated and trying to get out of the shitty life I have brought upon myself, that I just lose all interest in it. I've probably become depressed. All I want to do is complain about stuff.
What I really want to do is tell people how funny I find things. But even that is taking me forever.
I literally have piles and piles of notes that sit on my bedroom floor waiting for me to sort them and enter them into the computer, so that I have electronic, workable copies of all my material.
Every time I sit down to put a few in, I get super hyped-up about it, but it takes me soooo much longer to physically do it than I had planned on, and before you know it, I've moved on to something else. Being distracted is a major flaw of mine. That and trying to multi-task too much. There is a time when mulit-tasking will kill you. Much like stress.
I feel like my new job (which is actually my old job) contains enough stress to put me into a coma. If I go into a coma, I'll never be able to write the things I want, or so much as even talk to a girl again.
So, the summer is over. It is time to start anew. Again. I am going to find a steady job, one that pays well, will not take the life out of me, and will not make me crazy. It would hopefully introduce me to more people my age (approaching 25) and with similar life-crunching problems.
I am going to get back into screen-printing and grow my business. I will take on more people as I can, who, when possible, will work for free or for very low amounts of money. I will get people behind my ideas and get them to work for me.
One of my strengths is that I am likeable. And people tend to cling to me. They are interested in what I am doing and want to see. The blog serves as a portal to that. People are also strangely comfortable telling me what they did not think they could share with anyone. People tell me all kinds of things. I guess I just have an honest face.
I can parlay that into getting people to follow me and believe in what I say. I can then feed off their strengths and creativity to go farther and help more people.
I am going to find a girlfriend. Someone who likes me and who I like back, who isn't absolutely crazy, but isn't boring either. Someone who takes an interest in me, and isn't selfishly wrapped up in her own game. Someone who is mature, open to new things, and who understands me, even if only a little.
I am not going to stand by to see all my friends get married, to see all my friends get careers and grow up and move away. I am not going to see life pass me by as I always get stuck in the now. This is about planning my future, and I don't want to spend it looking up at people any more. I've reached an age when I feel like every opportunity is equal for everybody. And whoever tries the hardest and the longest with succeed at reaching the top.
I'm not going to give up, because I refuse to give up. I refuse to sink back into remission any more times, and take comfort in what I already have. I'm not going to let people tell me, "at least you tried." At least I tried. When put that way, it sounds like the worst thing I ever could have done.
Failure is not my bag. I'm here to win, win, win. If not, I'm going to die trying.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
August 19, 2009
Nights that I can't sleep are the worst. They always come on days when I have to get up early the next morning. Always. I have soooooo much to think about when I have so little time to sleep.
I absolutely hate working at Starbucks. I absolutely hate it.
I tricked myself into thinking I can go back to work for them and actually ride it out until I pay off my credit cards or until something better comes my way. I'm not sure I can. I wish I didn't have to get up so early in the morning every day to do something that I am so ashamed of. I work so hard to make lattes and cappuccinos and frozen beverages for people everyday. And they just chug 'em down, and come back six hours later or the next day and get more. They are pigs. And I despise the lot of them.
My back hurts. I'm not sure what it is, but the nerve over my right shoulder just gets tweaked from time to time. And I try my best to massage it with my left hand, but it's very difficult to reach. I shouldn't have to pay for a back massage, I should have a girlfriend who enjoys giving them to me. But I don't.
There are days when I do nothing but think about how fucked up my life has become, and I always see that the only way out of it is to work my way out. And that leads to more stress. My hands constantly hurt and itch from my increasingly painful eczema. And that just leads me to why I need to keep working at Starbucks. I need to see a doctor, and the only way that is going to happen is if I am getting Medical benefits from somewhere.
I also need to go to a dentist, something I haven't done since the last time I worked at Starbucks.
I've been pretty bad about keeping this daily blog up-to-date. Even though I come up with stuff to write about every day, I can't find time to put it on a computer screen.
As of now, writing is my therapy. It is the only way my voice can be heard. I will continue to write forever until somebody reads or listens to what I have to say.
I tried out a couple of new jokes last night at comedy, and did not get the response I hoped for. I know they are funny, though, it would just be nice to have some honest and sincere support from somebody close to me that is not myself.
Too many lonely nights. I need somebody to talk to. This is getting really old.
I absolutely hate working at Starbucks. I absolutely hate it.
I tricked myself into thinking I can go back to work for them and actually ride it out until I pay off my credit cards or until something better comes my way. I'm not sure I can. I wish I didn't have to get up so early in the morning every day to do something that I am so ashamed of. I work so hard to make lattes and cappuccinos and frozen beverages for people everyday. And they just chug 'em down, and come back six hours later or the next day and get more. They are pigs. And I despise the lot of them.
My back hurts. I'm not sure what it is, but the nerve over my right shoulder just gets tweaked from time to time. And I try my best to massage it with my left hand, but it's very difficult to reach. I shouldn't have to pay for a back massage, I should have a girlfriend who enjoys giving them to me. But I don't.
There are days when I do nothing but think about how fucked up my life has become, and I always see that the only way out of it is to work my way out. And that leads to more stress. My hands constantly hurt and itch from my increasingly painful eczema. And that just leads me to why I need to keep working at Starbucks. I need to see a doctor, and the only way that is going to happen is if I am getting Medical benefits from somewhere.
I also need to go to a dentist, something I haven't done since the last time I worked at Starbucks.
I've been pretty bad about keeping this daily blog up-to-date. Even though I come up with stuff to write about every day, I can't find time to put it on a computer screen.
As of now, writing is my therapy. It is the only way my voice can be heard. I will continue to write forever until somebody reads or listens to what I have to say.
I tried out a couple of new jokes last night at comedy, and did not get the response I hoped for. I know they are funny, though, it would just be nice to have some honest and sincere support from somebody close to me that is not myself.
Too many lonely nights. I need somebody to talk to. This is getting really old.
Friday, July 24, 2009
July 23, 2009
The restaurant was so busy today. I've never had such a busy morning shift. It was relentless, and really grew to be pretty frustrating, being there by myself. I did, however, make more money in tips than I have in any previous morning shift. I had to stay late to collect my tips, though.
In the morning, before it got busy, something funny happened. It's been happening more frequently when characters from the neighborhood will poke their heads in and chime in with what they have to say. The other day, a woman stood in the doorway and asked if this was a restaurant and said she was sent by Rosa Parks. When I questioned her, she rolled her eyes, as if I was the one that was not making any sense.
So yesterday, a woman came in asking me to change her dollar for the bus (New York City buses only take cash in the form of change), but instead of giving her four quarters, I gave her a dollar coin, which are virtually useless in a cash register. She took the dollar coin, and in gratitude, she grabbed the hand which contained it, and said to me, "You're a very handsome young man!"
I thanked her, and I appreciated the compliment, but it was just an unusual way to thank a person.
After work yesterday, I baked. I baked a ton of cookies and cupcakes for the party I'm preparing for on Saturday night. The cookies are damn good. Oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip. The one problem I have with my baking is consistency. I find it very difficult to produce any two trays of cookies that are exactly the same. Each tray comes out a little softer or dryer or a little more lumpy or a little more flat than the one before.
I also read the latest edition of the Onion, which I couldn't put down, because it is absolutely hilarious. And I watched Don Knotts' the Reluctant Astronaut.
The previous days which I hadn't posted on have been filled with working, selling t-shirts in Union Square, and being tired. Man am I running out of energy. I also haven't gone running more than a week, so I need to do that again, that'll help me get my energy up.
In the morning, before it got busy, something funny happened. It's been happening more frequently when characters from the neighborhood will poke their heads in and chime in with what they have to say. The other day, a woman stood in the doorway and asked if this was a restaurant and said she was sent by Rosa Parks. When I questioned her, she rolled her eyes, as if I was the one that was not making any sense.
So yesterday, a woman came in asking me to change her dollar for the bus (New York City buses only take cash in the form of change), but instead of giving her four quarters, I gave her a dollar coin, which are virtually useless in a cash register. She took the dollar coin, and in gratitude, she grabbed the hand which contained it, and said to me, "You're a very handsome young man!"
I thanked her, and I appreciated the compliment, but it was just an unusual way to thank a person.
After work yesterday, I baked. I baked a ton of cookies and cupcakes for the party I'm preparing for on Saturday night. The cookies are damn good. Oatmeal peanut butter chocolate chip. The one problem I have with my baking is consistency. I find it very difficult to produce any two trays of cookies that are exactly the same. Each tray comes out a little softer or dryer or a little more lumpy or a little more flat than the one before.
I also read the latest edition of the Onion, which I couldn't put down, because it is absolutely hilarious. And I watched Don Knotts' the Reluctant Astronaut.
The previous days which I hadn't posted on have been filled with working, selling t-shirts in Union Square, and being tired. Man am I running out of energy. I also haven't gone running more than a week, so I need to do that again, that'll help me get my energy up.
Monday, July 20, 2009
July 20, 2009
Today I slept in. It felt terrible. Because now, I'm just as tired as I was then, and I don't feel like I accomplished much today. So much of my daily routine is centered around where and when I'm working that day.
Last night, I left the power cable to my laptop at work, so this morning, I had to go back and retrieve it before I could get any work done at home. I can't stand being there when I'm not supposed to be there. But I went anyway and I got some coffee and a bagel. On the way out the door, I came across my neighbor, who laughed at the shirt I was wearing. This inspired me to make the video I'd been meaning to make using that particular shirt. So when I got back, I went up to the roof and filmed it. It took me about twenty tries to get a take that I liked and that was audible through all the street noise. I still have to produce it, but at least the footage is done.
I had to go to work shortly after. It always seems to happen once I get into a batch of creativity. And that was the worst because work was so slow. It was one of the slowest nights I've worked in a long time. And the tips were even worse than that. It's not looking good considering I have rent coming up next week.
Tomorrow's another day, though, and it's going to be an early one and a big one for me. I can just tell. Too much to do, so little time.
Last night, I left the power cable to my laptop at work, so this morning, I had to go back and retrieve it before I could get any work done at home. I can't stand being there when I'm not supposed to be there. But I went anyway and I got some coffee and a bagel. On the way out the door, I came across my neighbor, who laughed at the shirt I was wearing. This inspired me to make the video I'd been meaning to make using that particular shirt. So when I got back, I went up to the roof and filmed it. It took me about twenty tries to get a take that I liked and that was audible through all the street noise. I still have to produce it, but at least the footage is done.
I had to go to work shortly after. It always seems to happen once I get into a batch of creativity. And that was the worst because work was so slow. It was one of the slowest nights I've worked in a long time. And the tips were even worse than that. It's not looking good considering I have rent coming up next week.
Tomorrow's another day, though, and it's going to be an early one and a big one for me. I can just tell. Too much to do, so little time.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
July 19, 2009
Huh,
I always envision myself updating this everyday, but I just get so busy with everything!
What with work and with occupying my time with various other activities. It's never a break being me.
The other day, I had a jam-packed day from finding out my last paycheck bounced to helping my friend move all day, to being an extra in an independent film! It was a fun day.
After that, I took a day to work for my old job, and then come work for the restaurant at night. That was Friday. I was visited at work by my friend and her sister.
Saturday, I returned to the restaurant, then went down to the Siren music festival to meet some more friends. I saw Built to Spill, which was a good band. But I didn't get as much out of the concert as I hoped. I was originally planning to go camping on Governor's Island with my cousin, but that fell through.
Today, I got all my errands out of the way, so as to have a very productive week this week. Then went and made some money at work.
I always envision myself updating this everyday, but I just get so busy with everything!
What with work and with occupying my time with various other activities. It's never a break being me.
The other day, I had a jam-packed day from finding out my last paycheck bounced to helping my friend move all day, to being an extra in an independent film! It was a fun day.
After that, I took a day to work for my old job, and then come work for the restaurant at night. That was Friday. I was visited at work by my friend and her sister.
Saturday, I returned to the restaurant, then went down to the Siren music festival to meet some more friends. I saw Built to Spill, which was a good band. But I didn't get as much out of the concert as I hoped. I was originally planning to go camping on Governor's Island with my cousin, but that fell through.
Today, I got all my errands out of the way, so as to have a very productive week this week. Then went and made some money at work.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
July 15, 2009
Today I was on a mission to see the new Harry Potter movie. It is a film series I have had increasing interest in ever since I kinda sorta dated this girl who was obsessed with them, and since I read the entire series of books (except the last one) for myself.
Since I didn't go to the midnight showing last night, I went to the first available showing today, at 10:o0 this morning. It was the first thing I did after waking up. I didn't even eat breakfast until after I bought my ticket. On my way to the movie theater, I came up with the novel idea to try and see more than one movie if I could get away with it. There were two other movies in the theater I really wanted to see, and if I could get away with paying for only one ticket before I had to go to work, then that would really be grand.
I watched the previews while eating my bagel, egg, and cheese sandwich and drinking my iced coffee, that I legitimately brought into the theater without even being questioned. They showed a preview for Sherlock Holmes, due out in 2010, which really excited me. I was so disappointed in the first few trailers they showed, because they included what promised to be horribly revolting movies only designed to perpetuate the downfall of human intelligence, but when I saw the preview for Sherlock Holmes, everything seemed to be ok. Then Harry Potter came on.
This was the first time in the series when I had read the book prior to seeing the movie, and as a result, I think I, of course, had a major let down. Though the movie stretched to two and a half hours long, there didn't seem to be much to it. Granted, I knew everything that was going to happen, but it just seemed to me that the acting was weaker in this movie than in the others, like they were just going through the motions of making a Harry Potter film. They all follow the same formula, and this one was no different, but it left me dissatisfied, like I missed something. I guess the idea is to whet my appetite for the final installment of the series, which I still need to read, and will most likely get to once I finish reading Tom Sawyer. Nonetheless, I could have used a little more magic in the movie today.
After Harry Potter was over, I wandered around the theater to see what else was playing. I caught the last ten minutes of Bruno, which was another movie I desperately wanted to see, having laughed from beginning to end of Borat, which came out in 2006. The last ten minutes was entertaining, but not as funny as I hoped the movie in its entirety to be. I have faith, in Sasha Baron Cohen, though, and I will go back to see the movie from the beginning when I get a chance. But it wasn't in the cards for today.
I did manage to sneak into a screening of Public Enemies, Michael Mann's latest biopic about John Dillinger, as portrayed by none other than Johnny Depp. That movie was great. I was sucked in, right to the end, and as the clock was ticking closer to my start time at work, I couldn't peel myself away without seeing the end of the movie. Fortunately for me, it came just in time, and I was able to take in the entire work of art, before returning to my reality of waiting tables.
Ah, what it must be like to spend your life in the movies. I'm still waiting for that opportunity.
Work was pretty boring at first, but then it picked up. It got steady and we had open mic night in the basement, and we made some decent money. But then my boss made us stay extra late to clean up the place, which is why I'm writing at this hour.
But anyway, I'm back home now, and tomorrow I'm helping my friend move, so I need to save some energy, so I am turning in.
Since I didn't go to the midnight showing last night, I went to the first available showing today, at 10:o0 this morning. It was the first thing I did after waking up. I didn't even eat breakfast until after I bought my ticket. On my way to the movie theater, I came up with the novel idea to try and see more than one movie if I could get away with it. There were two other movies in the theater I really wanted to see, and if I could get away with paying for only one ticket before I had to go to work, then that would really be grand.
I watched the previews while eating my bagel, egg, and cheese sandwich and drinking my iced coffee, that I legitimately brought into the theater without even being questioned. They showed a preview for Sherlock Holmes, due out in 2010, which really excited me. I was so disappointed in the first few trailers they showed, because they included what promised to be horribly revolting movies only designed to perpetuate the downfall of human intelligence, but when I saw the preview for Sherlock Holmes, everything seemed to be ok. Then Harry Potter came on.
This was the first time in the series when I had read the book prior to seeing the movie, and as a result, I think I, of course, had a major let down. Though the movie stretched to two and a half hours long, there didn't seem to be much to it. Granted, I knew everything that was going to happen, but it just seemed to me that the acting was weaker in this movie than in the others, like they were just going through the motions of making a Harry Potter film. They all follow the same formula, and this one was no different, but it left me dissatisfied, like I missed something. I guess the idea is to whet my appetite for the final installment of the series, which I still need to read, and will most likely get to once I finish reading Tom Sawyer. Nonetheless, I could have used a little more magic in the movie today.
After Harry Potter was over, I wandered around the theater to see what else was playing. I caught the last ten minutes of Bruno, which was another movie I desperately wanted to see, having laughed from beginning to end of Borat, which came out in 2006. The last ten minutes was entertaining, but not as funny as I hoped the movie in its entirety to be. I have faith, in Sasha Baron Cohen, though, and I will go back to see the movie from the beginning when I get a chance. But it wasn't in the cards for today.
I did manage to sneak into a screening of Public Enemies, Michael Mann's latest biopic about John Dillinger, as portrayed by none other than Johnny Depp. That movie was great. I was sucked in, right to the end, and as the clock was ticking closer to my start time at work, I couldn't peel myself away without seeing the end of the movie. Fortunately for me, it came just in time, and I was able to take in the entire work of art, before returning to my reality of waiting tables.
Ah, what it must be like to spend your life in the movies. I'm still waiting for that opportunity.
Work was pretty boring at first, but then it picked up. It got steady and we had open mic night in the basement, and we made some decent money. But then my boss made us stay extra late to clean up the place, which is why I'm writing at this hour.
But anyway, I'm back home now, and tomorrow I'm helping my friend move, so I need to save some energy, so I am turning in.
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