Thursday, March 30, 2017

Here Look It's a Title

    Hey look at that.  Sure was a title.  Pretty straightforward stuff.  Play Professor showed us a 15 minute musical he wrote.  Pretty cool stuff.  Gave me an idea for a 10 minute musical.  I'ma try.  Trying would be a nice change of pace when it comes to doin' creatives.  Got an idea and everything.  It's gonna be off the hook potentially.  I've already written fuckin' six or eight rhymes.  Pretty sure that means it's 90% done more or less.  Crap and crap, writing an entry now, though.  How about that.  Anyway, doin' music.  That'll make people like me.  Everyone loves a mariachi. 
    What the what.  Entryin' it up.  Whatta rhyme, gotta fit that into the play somehow.  Anyway.  Lost another 2 pounds.  That's nine pounds in three weeks.  And you all doubted me.  How dare you and whatnot.  New phone on Sunday.  Probably gettin' a haircut on Saturday.  Friday is a day.  What else.  Still muckin' around in poker with my six dollar bankroll.  That's great, just great.  It would be interesting to get the guitar/vocal teacher over the next two weeks, and have writing this musical be the first project I undertake with that kind of crap.  Real interesting.  I'm interested.  Aren't you?
    Probably.  Anyway.  I'm sick of seeing doctors and them not being impressed by my weight loss or giving up drinking.  I take a crap by myself, they go WOW! and are amazed.  I change my diet substantially and give up alcohol, and they couldn't care less.  What's the deal with things.  I watched the Peter Jackson King Kong yesterday.  Is it bad that my takeaway from that movie was that I'm real jealous of Kong?  Probably.  King Kong.  There's a guy whose got his life together.  He's got it all figured out.
    Anyway, what else.  Pretty sure King Kong was originally written as a seven minute musical.  What else.  Jack Black sure was in that movie.  Nobody can take that away from him.  Why would they want to.  What have they got against Jack Black.  My favorite part of King Kong was its insensitive stereotype of tribal people.  Peter Jackson knows what he's doing.  I guess.  Anyway.  It's the weekend.  Test on Wednesday.  Then a week and a half off.  It's about time.  Figure I'll take that time to knock some musical out of the park.  Or try, at least.  Gotta try at something eventually.
    Probably.  I guess.  I've basically just been writing the lyrics to the tune of the song in his play.  Writin' song for musical is easy, though.  Lines can be however long you want, with the rhyme whenever you want.  That'll show 'em.  Huh?  The point is Great.  Fifth paragraph.  Whattado.  Study for test this weekend, spread it out a bit, still pretty much a weekend.  I also keep reverting to the song with "I'm Checkin' In!" from The Simpsons musical about the Betty Ford Clinic.  After every line I write, "I'm Checkin' In!" pops into my head.
    The point is What Else.  Sixth paragraph.  Great.  April in two days.  That'll show March.  New TV in a week or two most likely.  I'll be able to watch all the shows.  Anyway.  The idea for the musical is that there's two 3-5 minute songs, right after each other.  The first part, a guy is seeing a psychiatrist or therapist, and he has a history of symptoms of every kind of mental disease you can imagine.  And the doctor keeps goin' Are you experiencing whatever, and he says he's doing better in every area.  Then, the transition, he goes, well, one little thing, and the second half is him saying a bunch of weird and crazy problems he is having.  Ripe for parody!
    Great.  Seventh paragraph.  That's how we do.  Who knows what kind of movies I'm gonna watch tonight.  I love mysteries.  No I don't.  Well, I'm indifferent to them.  No I'm not.  Okay, I hate mysteries, is that what you wanted to hear?  Get off my back about it and crap.  My first idea for Musical was The New Monkees.  Don't see how that's quite possible, though.  Oh well.  I don't know.  Maybe this entry'll be a tenner.  Maybe the actor who plays the therapist will be a tenor.  He won't, cause it's me.  Oh well.  What else and crap.  Saw Endocrinologist today.  No problems with nodules or anything. 
    That's a relief.  Crap and crap.  Finally got the tune to my Professor's play out of my mind.  It's been replaced completely by, "I'm checkin' In!"  Live and learn.  Eighth paragraph.  What the what.  Gotta write three more paragraphs.  Then, devote some quality time lying in my bed thinking about where I went wrong with my life.  That sort of crap.  What else.  I don't know.  I found my Child's Play III DVD but it's scratched and won't work.  Where is justice.  I don't know.  What else. 
    Two paragraphs to go.  Alright!  What else.  I'm thinking about getting into chewing gum.  That's how my life is going.  I don't know.  I started a new bar of soap yesterday.  So I got that going for me.  Jeez.  I had a great idea.  Flavored toothpaste.  Now, mint itself is a pretty good flavor.  But let's get orange.  Let's get chocolate.  No reason not to.  When I saw Orthodontist, he uses flavored things to muck around in your mouth.  Let's go, c'mon.  Mint is pretty good, though.  I don't brush my teeth regularly, but I might start.  I brushed last night or the night before, tasted great!  What have I been missing out on, I thought to myself.  Instead of having a couple of cookies at night after dinner, just brush your teeth.  Win/win/win.
    Alright.  What else.  I kind of regret stopping going to Orthodontist when my braces and/or retainer and/or this clear crap they put over my teeth were only 90% done.  All that time and money, down the tubes.  My teeth are alright, but there's room for improvement.  Too late now.  The real problem area is my tongue.  Gotta scrub that nonsense regularly.  It's gross.  Got a laugh at Endocrinologist.  I was with my Dad on the second floor, waiting for the elevator to leave.  Old People Couple also waiting.  We almost get on an elevator, turns out it's going up.  We get off elevator.  Talk about waiting for it to come back and whether it's worth it.  I go, "What goes up, must come down."  Old couple loved it.
    Anyway, another paragraph or two.  What the what.  Started eating bananas.  Bananas are pretty good.  I don't have any gripes about bananas.  I've got gripes about grapes.  That sort of crap.  When I asked Professor after class if I could try doin' a musical, he goes, Great, bring your Axe.  Good on him.  I won't, though.  I can't play guitar and sing at the same time.  Especially if I'm singing two different characters.  Gotta record it to bring it in, that's the only way.  Donald Trump keeps doing crap things about the environment.  I don't get it.  You would think these businesses would have half a heart.  You could make big profits and still try to protect the environment.  They just don't care.  What a-holes.
    I stand by my theory that they don't just not care about the environment, they actually actively hate it.  It's as good a theory as any.  I don't know.  12th paragraph.  This entry could be any number of paragraphs.  Except for 11 or less.  That's how I feel.  Great.  I'm guessing 12.  Gotta guess something.  That's how I feel.  I've been waiting to get my new phone to do stuff on the internet.  Look up TVs.  Check out any upcoming concerts in the next few months I could potentially see with my Bro.  A third thing.  It's like I don't understand they have the internet on computers now.  Great.
    13th paragraph.  What the what.  I posted a Simpsons clip to my Environment Class Discussion Board.  Thought about it when class was going on, took the leap and posted it.  It was relevant to what we were discussing.  I should make that point clear.  Anyway.  This Play class is probably gonna be the last creative writing class I ever take.  Great, just great.  Gonna have to read and analyze books for the next four classes.  Like a chump.  Might get an omelet for dinner.  These are the real issues.
    Two more paragraphs for some reason.  That's how I feel.  I finally saw the end of Funny Farm.  He never writed a novel called Funny Farm in it.  I was wrong.  Now I owe myself a lot of money.  I knew I shouldn't have made that bet.  Hah.  Writed.  Where do I come up with this stuff?!?!  By accidentally spelling things wrong and calling attention to it like it was a joke.  That was another idea I had for play.  Very basic idea so far.  The dictionary people are trying to figure out which new words they should put in the dictionary and which to muck.  That's as far as I got.  And the play could be called, "What's The Word..." or some other pun or phrase that has the word word in it.
    I also saw the ending of Lethal Weapon III.  Danny Glover goes to his son about not going into retirement afterall at the end, and his son was like, I'm behind you whatever you wanna do," and Danny Glover is like, "Word?" and his son goes, "Word."  It was a story I'd remember for years to come.  This is the 15th paragraph.  Gotten into a bit of a groove.  I don't know what to do about ending the entry.  So much stress involved in writing these entries-- mainly talking about ending them and deciding when to end them.  It's a real hassle.
    I guess.  I saw three movies in the last week with apes/monkeys.  Congo.  Dunston Checks In.  King Kong.  Live every week like it's monkey week.  I'm pretty comfortable saying that the ape in Congo was the most/only compelling character in the thing.  What else.  I just lost a lot of my poker bankroll because I was playing too high stakes for some reason.  I don't know what the reason was.  Oh well, live and learn.  Musical is gonna be great.  Professor is gonna be like, This was so great, can I show it to other people, you're the next big thing, you're the teacher now.  That sort of crap. 
    17th paragraph.  What the what.  I don't know how to play/compose musical-sounding music.  Just put some power chords under it and whatever happens happens.  I don't know.  What else and crap.  New Metrocards are green.  At least the one I got.  What will they think of next.  I don't know.  They haven't thought of it.  Anyone's guess at this point.  I guess.  Crap and crap.  I can't wait to see what happens in Lethal Weapon I through II and IV.  Probably lethality of weapons, that's my guess. 
    Three paragraphs to go.  What the what.  Order dinner when I'm done with this shit.  I can't wait to see what I got on my blood test.  I hoped I passed.  Anyway, crap and crap.  If I'm ever in a coffin buried six feet under, I hope I passed.  Jeez.  Whatta bullshit.  I don't know.  You know how they bury you adjacent to your spouse or family or crap?  Let's stack up families.  I wanna be buried over my family.  Or under.  I'm flexible.  Let's talk about it.
    Penultimate paragraph.  Cool.  I wanna be buried in the same casket as a stranger.  Looks like we're bunkmates!  Hah.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Now the question becomes what kind of omelet to get.  Decisions, decisions.  I face a decision.  That's how that goes.  What.  Gettin' pretty close to closing out 20 paragraphs.  That'll be great.  It's good to have something to look forward to.  That's how I feel.  Closing in on five fuckin' years of crazysheet.net.  Whatta colossal waste of time.  That's how I feel for some reason.
    Crap and crap.  One more crap to go.  Passover is coming up.  Let's party hardcore!  You know, eating a bad version of bread?  That kind of thing.  Next episode of The Rap Game has them battle rapping, I believe.  I can't wait to see King Roscoe tear someone a new one.  Anyway, what else.  Whoever is battle rapping King Roscoe better use the word, "Regicide," in their rap.  It would really make my day.  Anyway, I'll see you later.

-7:15 P.M.
   

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Whatta TItle Am I RIght

    Hello.  Probably not.  Gonna try to do something right now.  Writing this.  That's as close as I'm gonna get to doing something today.  My boy King Roscoe got the number one slot this week!  He's on fire.  I feel anything where he doesn't have to rap and can just rely on his gimmick, he's gonna knock out of the park.  Anyway, what else and crap.  It turns out the white girl on the show is more interested in launching her acting career than rapping.  I feel betrayed.  Everything I thought I knew has been a lie.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Cleaned up my room like a pro.  Gonna get a Smart TV, and hopefully a guitar teacher.
    Graduating at the end of this year.  Four more classes.  Two summer, two fall, bam.  See you in Hell school. That's why I want a guitar teacher.  Wanna do something creative to earn money.  This is my last hurrah.  Make or break time.  I'd prefer Make Time.  Break Time would be the pits.  Anyway.  My room is clean as a mother fucker.  Went all out.  Only took me three and a half hours.  What else is crap.  Met up with a friend from Stuy today.  He's doing well and whatnot.  As am I.  Well as a mother fucker.  Gettin' a new phone tomorrow.  Time to start browsing google for shit and whatnot.  Google like a mother fucker.
    Anyway, what the what.  Started a new play for next week.  It's a take on the trope where a guy is feeding a guy lines for him to say to a girl he's trying to impress.  This time, a guy is feeding the guy lines, and a girl is feeding the girl lines.  Ripe for parody!  That doesn't apply here.  Close enough.  I think it's a real silly idea that I have a 10% chance of writing adequately.  Had half a Chipotle Burrito tonight for dinner.  Had half last night for dinner.  Now there is no more Chipotle Burrito.  Doctor on Friday said he might have felt a nodule or something on my thyroid.  Was pretty sure it was nothing.  I happen to be seeing my Endocrinologist next week anyway so I'll get that checked out.
    The point is Great.  Now the goal is keep my room clean.  And convince parents to let me get Guitar/Vocal teacher.  Then I'll be talented and can do whatever I want.  That's how things work, right?  Should be.  I came across some Crazysheet-type writing I did in high school that never was on the actual website.  I came to the realization I wasn't being stupid on purpose and that's why it was funny-- I was just plain stupid.  As the years go by, all traces of irony and sarcasm wash away, and the stupidity is all that remains.  That's why I gotta be a music man.  Comedy-wise, it turns out, I'm just an idiot.
    I'm probably still an idiot after all these years, is how I feel now.  This whole thing was idiocy.  It benefits from a decreased proportion of attempted goofballs and funny bones, and being a more straightforward blog about life.  It may not be funny, but it is adequately about my life.  Anyway, crap and crap.  My bro got a girlfriend.  Not my Brother-Bro, my friend from Stuy.  If he can do it, anyone can.  That's how I feel.  I had a dream Adam Sandler was helping me in someway.  I forget the details.  But I went to some office building to see him for further help, and I kept going past other famous actors to try to find him.  Because he was the only one who can help me.
    Aren't Dreams Something?  That's what I've been led to believe.  I'm pretty sure in this latest dream I had to open for Weezer again.  This time it went well.  I did a solo-acoustic cover of Undone (The Sweater Song) and the crowd loved it.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Sixth paragraph.  What the what.  So much potential crap to watch in the near future!  Graduating in nine months.  I had a mini-meltdown thinking about what the crap I'm gonna do for a job.  Need to figure out how to make a way to make Doin' Creative Something a job.  This is my last shot.  Feet fail me not.  This may be the only opportunity that I've got.
    Yeesh.  The other alternative is go to grad school.  That'll push gettin' a job back a bit.  Would it be worth the money and time?  No.  But would it give me some more time before getting a job?  Yep.  Where on the floor of my room will I have my amplifier.  These are the days of my lives.  Seventh paragraph.  Get my phone tomorrow.  Do my lab.  Online Science homework.  Not too much.  But enough to keep me occupied.  What the what.  What the Hell am I gonna do with my life.  Gotta figure it out.  I'm on time restraints.  My professional clock is ticking.  My brother was like, Hey, if you keep working on your writing, you can write articles or something for some internet place.  What kinda website could I write for.  Is Stupid a website?  If not, maybe that's something I could start.
    What else.  Stupid graduating from college.  What has it ever done for me lately.  It hasn't happened yet.  You haven't happened yet!  Get off my back!  Eighth paragraph.  Jeez.  I started watching Funny Farm on TV but then it wouldn't let me cotinue watching it.  Now I'll never know what happens in Funny Farm.  Unless if its on Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime.  Let's keep our fingers crossed.  Chevy Chase is apparently a bad person.  That's what I've heard.  Who am I to argue.  Anyway.  I'm all about being a Productive these days.  Every step is a step in the right direction.  Usually North West.  That's what I've found.  Damn turns out I'm an idiot.
    Oh well, live and learn.  I'm not learnin' if I keep livin' it.  Oh well, live and... I mean, "Oh Well."  Period.  Ya'll ready for jokes.  Found Disc 3 of Tales From The Crypt Season II.  More like tales from the Script, am I right?  We were learning about Dew Points in Science Lab last week and I had no one to turn to and say That's what I call my asshole to.  I consider it a real missed opportunity.  The point is I'm scared of how much porn I'm gonna watch on my Smart TV.  Seems like it'll be too much.  I'm gonna get a widescreen TV.  That way everything I watch will be a Film.  I watched Bowfinger a week or two, and I can't get the line, We're Trying To Make a Movie Here, Not a Film! out of my head.  Which I'm pretty sure is from that movie.  It's a good line to think about when watching movies.  Is this movie a film or a movie.  Really makes ya think.
    Crap and crap.  Tenth paragraph.  That's how we do.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  Now I'll never know what happens after the first five minutes of Lethal Weapon III.  Jeez.  I bet I'll be ablt to watch Lethal Weapons I through IV now somewhere on Smart TV.  It's a real Great.  I remember really liking Bowfinger as a kid.  I never actually thought, You know, this is one of my favorite movies, but I feel like I felt it somewhere deep within.  Right around the time I wanted to become a screenwriter, too.  If Bowfinger can do it, anyone can. 
    Jeez.  Entryin' it up.  It's Springtime now.  Alright!  Halfway through the entry.  Crappin' it up and stuff.  I know which class members I wanna read for each of the four parts in my play.  Now we're talking Great Writer.  Anyway, jeez.  I poured myself Snapple when, in retrospect, should have poured myself Pepsi.  Well, there goes that.  Crap and crap.  I don't know.  King Roscoe made a comment on my main point of contention with The Rap Game.  When doin' one of his takes for the interview camera, he goes, This ain't a game, it's the rap game, and I've got to play it like a ... wait, I just said it wasn't a game... Either Roscoe is on point, or someone who fed him that line is on point.
    Anyway, what the what.  12th paragraph.  Apparently kids say something is Lit if its good these days.  Which I believe is a reference to the band which did My Own Worst Enemy.  Beacuse Lit is such a popular band among kids these days, everything is Lit.  What else.  King Roscoe is such a gentleman.  He's got that down.  If something is lame, kids call it Dim.  Probably.  That's a leap I would make.  Ten lords a-leaping.  What does that mean.  Let's get some people workin' on that one.
    13th paragraph.  Great.  The 3rd disc of Tales From The Script was damaged.  I could only successfully watch three of the five episodes contained therein.  What else.  What kind of funny stuff is happening on that farm that I'm missing.  My favorite part was during the opening credits where it said Based On the Novel by ...  Funny Farm was based on a novel.  Love it.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Parental Guidence based on the novel by...  Wedding Crashers based on the novel by...  A third reference.  Crap and crap. 
    14th paragraph.  Hardcore!  Haven't drank in two weeks.  Lost 7 or 8 pounds in two weeks.  Whatta Productive use of my time.  Knockin' it out of the park.  Which I believe is a baseball reference.  What else and crap.  I like music.  I could do music.  I've done hundreds of musics already.  Now, increase my skill, I got it covered.  Also, let's say I do music.  One would imagine there's some sort of social community of musicians.  I can meet them and trick them into being friends with me.
    15th paragraph.  I found Roger Ebert's I Hated, Hated, Hated This Movie.  Well, it's mine.  I bought it, fair and square.  But it's based on the novel and is the novel by Roger Ebert.  Found my old Crazysheet book.  The best present you can give someone conceited-- themselves!  That's how I feel.  Found a note/drawing a girl had made for me one of the times I was in the hospital.  Memories.  Jeez, what else.  Chevy Chase's last name in Funny Farm is Farmer.  Whatta coincidence.  He moves to a farm to start the movie, and it takes place on a farm!  The person who wrote that novel didn't put a lot of thought into naming characters, I have to say.  No real subtlety there.
    Anyway, 75% done.  The point is Great.  I could get back into reading.  Finish that Pete Townshend autobiography.  Read Bob Dylan's.  Really do it this time, really try to make it work.  That's good inspiration for starting up a music project again.  Absorb great songwriter's essence through their autobiographies.  No law that says I can't.  I even found my old iPod which is 90% broken.  Not much use for it.  On account of a huge majority of it being broken.  Still, though, great.  I don't know.  Once I lose enough weight to make it easy enough, maybe start doin' treadmill or elepitical again.  Really do it this time, really try to make it work.
    I don't wanna listen to music though, like a chump.  I'll watch Family Feud, like a champ.  What else is crap.  That's another crazysheet joke I like.  When Families Feud, Nobody Wins.  The point is I'm proud of weird things.  17th paragraph.  Maybe work on Play tonight.  Don't know for sure.  What else is going on.  I feel like I could/should write the entire 10 pages of this play, instead of crapping out after three.  It needs the entire 10 pages for it to work properly, I feel.     
    Three paragraphs to go.  What the what.  Gotta make an effort not to let ashes from Cigarette to get on the floor.  When ashes get on the floor, nobody wins.  What else and crap.  Found one DVD worth watching enough.  Freddy Got Fingered.  I remember watching that with one of my roommates and some hallmates the first week of freshman year in NYU.  They all became fast friends.  Without me.  Then I became their friends for the last two weeks of freshman year because they found out I smoked weed, too.  All in all, it was a great year.  A lot of nothin' book-ended by three weeks of crap.
    After the final chapter, a novel is book-ended.  Stupid.  I've somehow got it in my head to associate the words Stupid and Idiot as being positive things.  I blame Jimmy Pardo and Never Not Funny: The Podcast.  He'd go Stupid! or You're/I'm an idiot! in response to stupid-funny things.  I've adapted that to just stupid things, and the point is now it's ruined my entire life.  What else is going on.  I feel like under optimum conditions I could make do a podcast.  With just the right kind of encouragement, co-hosts, setting, and ideas for content.  But it would all have to come together spectacularly. 
    Anyway, penultimate.  Last paragraph was penultimate.  We'll see how it goes.  I'm gonna keep writing for now and see where that takes me.  Had to deal with several spiderwebs when cleaning up my room.  I just went for it in gettin' rid of them.  Gettin' spiders on my hands be damned.  What else is crap.  Hopefully now smaller insects don't populate my room.  That would be crap.  I watched Spiderman II on DVD.  That's a pretty good movie.  Spiderman loses his powers and becomes a nerd again for a third of the movie. At least his name isn't Peter Spiderman.  Or, if it is, I missed that part.
    21st paragraph.  Feels like I wanna go for 25.  Great.  I JUST figured out I'm an idiot and not funny, and here I am goin' for more than I need to?  Makes me a double-idiot.  Idiocy in all different sorts of fashions.  Crap and crap, what the what.  When I was frettin' about the lump in my scrotum, my main point of reference was Tom Green.  Well, Tom Green had ball cancer, it can happen to any of us.  That sort of thing.  My cyst is more or less a ball.  Does that mean I technically have three balls now?  Lets get some people working on that one.
    22nd paragraph.  Ten lords a leaping.  What is causing these lords to leap, am I right?!!!!?  Let's move on.  I had to sing that song in middle school chorus at some point.  Probably because of crap and stuff.  What else.  I don't know.  Three and a half paragraphs to go.  I can do that hardcore.  What else is going on.  If I hadn't come across that old Crazysheet-type-writing from high school, I'd probably entertain becoming some sort of comedy-type-writer right now instead of leaning towards devoting my last-ditch-effort to music.  Now I know I'm an idiot, though.  You can be an idiot and do music, though.  I'm not 100% what I'm basing that theory on, but it sounds right to me.
    Crap and crap.  I know all the chords.  I guess.  I can't even play introductory level acoustic guitar.  Like, you know, just some generic acoustic guitar, a few chords, maybe a minor chord in there somewhere.  I've got weird rhythms in me, can't do it.  What else is going on.  Two and a half paragraphs to go.  Whatta Productive.  I don't know.  New phone tomorrow.  That'll increase the amount of phone I can use exponentially.  Great.  Chevy Chase was gonna write his novel at Funny Farm on a type writer.  Whatta chump.  He should have waited a decade and used a computer.  Also, I'm comfortably guessing the closing sequence shows that the novel he was writing turns out to be called Funny Farm.  I'd place an even-money bet on it.
    Two paragraphs to go.  I don't know.  Can't people who know Peter Parker figure out who he is when he's talking to them as Spiderman?  He doesn't disguise his voice at all.  Plothole.  Crap and crap.  I came across a solid, untouched piece of Product 19.  Threw it out.  Thought about eating it.  This would be my one last chance.  Didn't.  Responsible.  Part of being an Adult is not eating crumbs that are a year old.  I looked it up, it's in the Adult Handbook. 
    Last paragraph.  What the what.  I don't know.  Crap and crap, one more paragraph.  Gotta do it.  It's in the Crazysheet Handbook.  What the what.  I don't know.  Crap and crap, one more paragraph.  Found out I only need a 60 to pass Environment instead of a 65.  That's a relief.  Don't have to try to hard to make that comfortably.  Alright!  What else.  A few more sentences to close out the entry.  Should make a few sentences that count.  How many Academy Awards did Funny Farm win?  Three?  More than three?  That's what I consider sentences that count.
    One more paragraph for some reason.  I don't know why.  One paragraph for every year I've been alive two years ago.  That's a thing.  My room is clean as a mother fucker.  I know we covered it, but it keeps striking me.  I'll probably think that exact phrase three to five more times this night alone.  The major eyesore is the big chip in paint in the wall where I had pasted my corkboard.  That really came back to bite me in the ass.  Pasted.  Paste-ed.  Same word?  I don't know.  Pasted.  It's when you did something in the past as a verb.  Now because of that stupid what age I was 2 years ago joke, I feel like doing 28.
    The age I am now.  Two paragraphs to go.  Because I'm a fuckin' idiot.  I'm gettin' dizzy.  The thought of two more paragraphs is putting me into an ill-type state.  What have I gotten myself into.  Why am I continuing.  I could just stop it.  Oh, right.  The stupidity.  I knew being stupid would end of having a negative effect on my life sooner or later!  In some respect, I'm surprised it didn't happen even sooner.  Live and learn, that's my philosophy.
    Last paragraph.  That wasn't too bad.  The point is Great, What Else.  Man do I wish I was 27 right about now.  Do I?  Yeah, I guess.  That's what led to that sentence and whatnot.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  Yeesh.  This entry ends with a whimper, not with a bang.  There's a line of dialogue tentatively in my play where a guy goes You Look Bangin'.  Then another guy says it.  Based on the premise I explained to you.  What else.  I'll see ya later.

-9:59 P.M. 

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Let's Do Crap Hardcore

    Hello and crap.  Gonna try to write an entry for some reason.  We'll see how it goes.  Finished my third Environment test.  Two more regular tests, one final.  Then I'm pretty sure I never have to take a non-English class again.  Ever.  For lifetime.  Been watching one or two DVDs a day.  I like watching DVDs, because the TV isn't telling me what to do.  I don't need your suggestions of what I shuold watch and when.  Even On-Demand selections, they're telling me these are the selections I got.  Watching DVDs, now I'm telling the TV what to do.  A real role-reversal and whatnot.  Sometimes I watch with Commentary by the filmmakers or actors.  That's fun and a half. 
    Especially if I'm watching Cop and a Half.  The point is Great.  Submitted my first draft of Homeless Girlfriend (retitled "What's The Matter With Kansas"-- the homeless girl is named Kansas now).  Professor loved the premise but felt I could have done more with it.  He also loved the name Kansas.  I can't blame him.  It's got a lot of character.  He wanted more about her name being Kansas.  Why is her name Kansas.  That sort of stuff.  He gave some useful tips.  The premise, in my mind, has always vaguely been that having a homeless girlfriend is a hassle.  In fact, the idea comes from a dream I had ten years ago, of a sketch with the three lines, "So I have a regular girlfriend and a homeless girlfriend."  "That sounds like a great deal!" "No it's not." 
    That was my exact dream in a very literal sense.  What if the Homeless girlfriend brings out the best in this guy, though?  That's Professor's premise.  The point is Great and crap.  Right now I'm running about a 75% average in Environment.  I'll do some extra credit over the next two weeks just to give myself a cushion that it would be almost impossible for me to fail.  Anyway.  I told you about my quitting drinking and dieting, right?  If not-- I quit drinking, except for in potential social situations, and started dieting.  That explains that.  I figure I'd be a lot more attractive to the opposite sex being 125 pounds instead of 175 pounds.  Then the pussy train starts to roll in.
    That's my theory.  What else and crap.  Also, I get to wear all my favorite T-Shirts again.  Win/win/win.  I don't wanna get too obsessed about dieting like I have in the best.  Just take it slow.  Allow myself some wiggle room in calorie intake, I don't need to go overboard.  It's hard to half-ass it, though.  Once you start losing weight, you start thinking, I can lose weight even faster!  That's how my mind operates.  Anyway.  Eating salads and crap.  When eating unhealthy or relatively unhealthy food, eat small portions.  That kind of stuff.  Fourth paragraph.  No goofballs or funnybones yet.  My latest idea for Play is a guy calling into a talk radio show.  I wrote a couple of pages of nonsense, but it's no good.  I may just scrap the entire idea, or try to make it better.
    These are the days of my lives.  Play I have to watch for Play Class is most likely gonna be April 26.  Some play called "Venus."  I'd google it but I still don't have a phone.  Pretty sure Google only works on phones.  Also gotta look up potential concerts and/or comedy shows I could se with my brother.  I may not be going to London, but I could sure do stuff here in America potentially.  Stuff happens and crap.  Just gotta inject myself into that stuff that's happening.  I liked watching Ringu, the Japanese original version of The Ring.  Now I know what Japanese Culture is like.  Every Japanese woman is a journalist whose ex-husband is a guy who does... stuff.  I forget exactly.  Get off my back about it and crap.
    Japanese teenage girls laugh in a weird way.  My suspicions were confirmed by watching the movie.  I'm pretty sure I could identify what country an Asian or Asian-American is descended from based on their last name.  And I'm reasonably good being able to do it based on what they look like.  The point is it's good to have a skill in life.  Also, it makes me a better person.  I'm some small percent less insensitive to other races because of it.  Real Adult-like and crap. I don't know, this is the sixth paragraph.  Gotta week off more or less without homework.  Then a weekend of studying for next test.  Then a week off.  Then, some other stuff.  I can't think that far ahead.
    The point is I'm a real Adult now.  Not drinking by myself.  Eatin' healthy.  Watching the movies I want to.  Everything's coming together for Michael.  I think I've earned getting a Smart T.V.  That's almost telling the TV what to do.  Netflix and Hulu and Amazon Prime, so many choices.  Sure, it's still the moveis Amazon Prime and Netflix and Hulu want me to watch.  But some percentage more it being my own choice based on the supreme availability of choices.  I've also earned fixing my electric guitar.  I'll start a whole new section of songs and crap.  That's doin' stuff.  Sort of.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  Eighth paragraph.  I have a box set of Kurosawa movies, half of which I have never watched.  Then I'll know about Japanese Culture hardcore.  Probably getting a new phone this weekend.  I'll be able to call people all over the place.  Anyway.  Do have to do an Online Homework for Environment tonight.  Then a weekend with nothin'.  I have to see a Doctor on Friday, also known as tomorrow.  But I don't need to do anythin' for that.  Just show up.  The point is Great.  The bad news is the more DVDs I watch the less DVDs I have left.  The good news is I get progressively more comfortable throwing on a DVD of a movie I've seen a lot and/or recently, or a DVD where I don't particularly like the movie.  Still an Experience.
    A DVD experience.  I'm slowly starting to drink more soda again.  Whose gonna stop me, you?!  Not likely.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Got a week off after two more weeks.  You know what that means.  Time to buy more DVDs!  Anyway.  I'm glad Professor liked the Homeless Girlfriend premise.  I was being to think I was a Stupid for liking it.  Ninth paragraph.  Is that all?  I've been writin' like a monkey typin' away at a typewriter trying to write Shakespeare.  They should have had an Ape Author in Planet of the Apes and at some point they're like, You could have a room of humans sitting at a type writer and they'd eventually write Ape Shakespeare.  People would love it.  It would get a two minute applause break in the theater.  Only there's no break in the movie so they miss important plot points.
    That sort of crap.  Looks like I won't be seeing one final movie at Movieworld Douglaston.  Just don't have the motivation for it and whatnot.  That's great, just great.  Also, I had to jump from Child's Play II to Bridge of Chucky.  Couldn't find Child's Play III on DVD, pretty sure I had it.  Where is justice.  Tenth paragraph.  What if seeing a play with my class leads to a social experience.  That would be Experience for sure.  I don't konw.  Pretty much out of stuff to say about my life.  Time for Goofballs and Funnybones to take over.  Crap and crap.
    50% of entry to go, assuming I get the even 20 paragraphs.  What else is going on.  Thought I wasn't gonna write about what's going on.  It's an expression you dolt.  Anyway, just lost almost all of my bankroll on poker.  But I still have enough to sustain playing at the lowest stakes.  So I got that going for me.  Pretty much.  What else and crap.  Can't say I got unlucky.  Just was playing real sloppy.  I got my just desserts and whatnot.  The point is what else is going on.  I'm gonna be thin as fuck in four to six months.  Then all my great shirts come back into the rotation.  A real switch-em-up.
    Pretty much the only pair of pants I wear have a big hole in the under-the-crotch area.  Who cares.  Except for that one time I wasn't wearing boxers.  That was a scary day.  The point is Great.  I don't know.  12th paragraph.  I'm glad I lost all that money in poker.  Who needs it.  I'll play lower stakes like a Champ.  Crap and crap.  I still smoke cigarettes.  Pretty sure there's nothing wrong with that.  I guess.  Crap and crap.  What glorious DVDs do I have to watch tonight.  I watched season 2 of Tales From The Crypt over the weekend.  Probably my favorite watching-DVDs experience over the last few weeks.  Pretty sure I have season 3, too, but can't find it.
    Where is justice.  And season 2 had two of my favorite episodes.  The one with Don Rickles and Bobcat Goldthwait about ventriloquists.  And the one with the two gamblers where things happen and spookiness ensues.  The point is Great.  I don't know.  There was also the one that Arnold Schwarttenznergernzger directed.  He did a pretty good job.  I got no complaints.  Made a cameo in the introduction with the Cryptkeeper.  All was well.  Anyway, crap and crap.
    14th paragraph.  That's a good number.  Definitely in the top 220 of numbers.  Great.  I had a dream I won a contest where I got to play one song at a Weezer concert.  And I was freaking out because I had no good songs.  But then there was one I decided could hold up.  Then, during the concert, the band or guy who went before me stole my song.  It was a dream I'd remember for hours to come.  The point is I still have several paragraphs to go.  Pretty much the most that "Several" could mean.  Doesn't get any more several than the amount of paragraphs I have to go.
    Wha.  Six and a half.  Several.  Now it's six.  Great.  I wonder what kind of great play I'm gonna write this upcoming weekend/week.  Probably something Great.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Japanese writing is pretty impressive.  It seems like they're using such little characters but it can say a whole lot translated into English.  I'm impressed.  Great.  I don't know.  DVDs.  Anyway, just did my Environment Homework.  We're at the chapter about Climate Change.  Time to learn up.  I'm under the impression this is somewhat important. 
    Anyway, crap and a half.  Sixteenth paragraph.  I actually have another online homework assignment due Sunday night.  But that takes half an hour, not too bad.  Knock it all out in one session of Sitting At Computer.  The point is great, whatta do when this is done.  Watch a DVD.  Will it be Spiderman II?  Probably not.  It's the only Spiderman I don't have more or less committed to memory.  Except for those new Spidermen.  I mean the original trilogy of terror and whatnot.
    Seventeenth paragraph.  What the what.  On the relative verge of passin' classes.  Classes not in my wheelhouse.  Then no more things not in my wheelhouse more or less ever.  That's how I feel and whatnot.  I googled it and apparently the play "Venus" is about some crap and whatnot.  I thought it would have a plot, and my suspicions were confirmed.  My Mom is holding fast to the idea that I can only get a new TV if I clean my room.  What a jerk.  I like my room the way it is.  And I get to decide.  Because it's My room.  That's how I feel.
    Three paragraphs to go.  What the what.  There was an Elliott Smith song from when he was younger on the latest compilation album called I Love My Room and it's just a weird melody with him going I Love My Room! over it.  Not really sure how that fits in with the rest of his catalogue.  Oh well, who am I to argue.  Some guy with some website.  Where the background is black and the font is white.  Real fond of titling things.  Made one-picture comics back in his heyday.
    Penultimate paragraph!  I ought to bring back Gang of Nine.  They were nine different stick-figure-faces with names.  And they would answer a question each time.  Captivated the public's imagination.  I like stupid stuff like that.  Really gives me a chance to delve into my stupidity.  I think I just thought of an idea for a play!  Can't have nine people in a 10 page play, though.  I can cherry pick certain members of the gang of nine, though.  Let's say Happy is talking to Wild Card at a bar.  Teacher said this class not to have plays in bars, there's too much going on.  Have them talking at a cafe.  That solves that problem.
    Last paragraph!  Anyway, crap and crap.  Probably at the 4-5 pound range in what I've lost so far.  Possibly six.  Knockin' it out of the park.  You lose five pounds every two weeks, that's a good rate to go.  Not completely overdoin' it, but you see more or less immediate results more or less.  Anyway.  Apparently Trump is still a thing.  I try not to watch the news too much.  Wake me up when its over.  Maybe Leonard Limit is getting into an argument with Fatso Magee.  Or Quick Silver is hanging out with Trancer.  So many directions to go.  I'll see ya later.

-7:06 P.M.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Writin' Crap And Bullshit

    Hello friends.  Me again.  Workweek is over.  Now time for nonworkweek.  Gonna try to write Homeless Girlfriend this week.  They're not married yet.  Maybe he proposes marriage at the end.  Or she does.  Gotta write it like a real play.  Each character needs to want something.  So far, I've got that they're both lonely and want a human relationship.  Maybe she's got relationships with squirrels or something already, that's gives a fairy tale type feel.  And he's got a relationship with his mother.  So that's their starting out point.  See, practically writes itself.  Two characters that are lonely.  Groundbreaking!  Anyway.
    Gotta study for test for next Wednesday.  That should be fun and a half.  Did some Actin' It Up today.  That's great.  It's like life but the words you have to say are on a page already.  Cracked that code.  What the what.  I guess I'm not getting my phone back.  Mary lied to me.  If that even is their real name.  Where is justice.  Watched 3000 Miles To Graceland yesterday.  I got it for Christmas.  It was alright.  The plot sure happened and the actors were playing characters.  I like zooming in when I'm watching DVDs.  Looks like I'm the director now.  You've been usurped.  You being the director.  I'm calling the shots.
    Anyway.  What else.  I like how DVDs have a feature where you can switch between multiple camera angles.  And I've watched hundreds of DVDs.  And none of them use it.  Those jerks.  I like DVDs with no special features.  Why bother.  This is a straightforward transaction, just show me the movie.  I don't need any distractions.  I guess.  What else is crappening.  I broke the small glass I use to take my pills.  Not on purpose.  I wasn't angry at it or anything.  Just an accident.  This is worth saying because maybe it'll get me into a groove.  And increase exponentially the amount of what I'm typing.
    Probably.  I don't know.  Was thinking about cleaning up my room.  If I can't go to London, I should at least get a guitar and vocal teacher.  That's doing something.  And if I was good at things, I could do them-- for money.  Potentially.  At some point far off into the future.  Anyway.  Fourth paragraph.  I could be riffin' it up.  Solo all over the place.  Playin' chords.  I feel like I was watching something over the past week where the guy on screen said Cord and the closed captioning said chord.  Who should I direct my angry hate mail to.  Also, sure I have closed captioning on.  Because I'm a half-deaf 75 year old.  Why wouldn't I.
    I like to read what I'm hearing.  Get really immersed in the whole experience.  What else and crap.  If only there was an option where they narrate what's going on visually in the thing.  Then I'm really knockin' it out of the park.  Professor today was talking about a play where there's a person in a wheelchair.  I really hope they give that part to a disabled actor.  This is their one chance to get cast, don't ruin it for them.  Doesn't seem right.  Why aren't there some movies where the star is in a wheelchair and it has no bearing on the plot.  Hollywood needs to get more progressive, lets talk about it.
    What else.  There's no great disabled actor.  There's some actors that became disabled that they still threw some bones to.  Christopher Reeve in Read Window.  But there's no promising young actor making their way whose in a wheelchair.  Doesn't seem right.  Sorry, this part's walking people only.  Separate but equal.  How archaic.  Wheelchairers have got it bad.  What paragraph we up to.  Sixth.  Wonderful.  I'm a couple of episodes behind on this season of the Simpsons.  I don't get why they don't do better Simpsons.  Just write the same episodes you would have written the first ten years.  What, are you stupid, just do it. 
    Great.  They're still good.  I like the parts where goofballs and funnybones happen.  I could do without the extravagent couch gags they do these days.  I've seen ones that are a full minute long.  Whatta waste.  Who should I direct my angry hatemail to.  What else.  Seventh paragraph.  I could live with that.  I wonder if supreme Buddhists can control their metabolism.  My guess?  Based on Buddha?  Nope.  Maybe he wanted to be fat.  That's his thing.  I wouldn't put it past him, that sly devil.  The point is Movieworld Douglaston, where I've seen a hundred movies over the past 8 years, is closing down.  I gotta go see one last movie there before it closes in April.  Need something to remember it by.
    Sure.  I heard it was because they were upset so many people were drinking beers on the stairway near the entrance.  Damnit, I somehow feel responsible for that for some reason.  Oh, because it was me!  Now I get it.  At least that means no more walking uphill on the way back from theater.  That's a positive.  He used to be Super, and now he can't stand.  How ironic.  Great.  And now he's dead.  He used to be Super, and now he's dead.  How ironic.  I think he died from not being able to stand.  I guess.  What else is crap.  Up two dollars in poker today.  That's great, sure.  What else. 
    Ninth paragraph.  That's how I do.  What else is crap.  I can't get the closing song Flaming Lips did out of my head.  Do You Realize.  Yes, I realize, now shut up already!  Who can I direct my angry hatemail to.  The point is I've got a lot of entry to go, but I've also written a lot of entry.  I've written roughly as much of entry as I got percent on my last lab.  So I got that going for me.  I've gotten Mountain Dew twice in the past week.  I guess to show my body whose boss and whatnot.  My life would be exponentially better if they made a diet Mountain Dew Cod Red.  I was drinking that in high school even when I was drinking diet versions of other soda.  It's just that good.
    I guess.  Tenth paragraph.  That's cool.  I suppose.  Four days in a row that are things.  Pi Day.  Ides of March.  Austin 3:16.  St Patrick's Day.  We're really running the gauntlet of important days.  I don't think I'll ever get tired of thinking about the time The Rock threw Stone Cold off a bridge.  And then the imaginary follow up, of them tracking where he is in the river the next night.  Sometimes I check Wikipedia to read what storylines have been going on in Wrestling.  It's good to keep abreast of world affairs.  Good chance next president will be a wrestler.  I'd put it at 5:1 odds, that's not bad.  Jeese Ventura was a governor.  I believe Ric Flair was a congressman.  Big Bossman was a secretary of state.
    The first one was true.  That ruins the entire thing.  The point is crap and crap, halfway done with this crap.  I never would have taken Stone Cold Steve AUstin to be a religious man.  It's weird they didn't write that in to be part of his character.  He just cites a Bible Verse, but doesn't really care about the Bible?  Someone dropped the ball on that one.  Also, all wrestling is done with balls.  It's the 21st century, let's get real.  Huh?  I guess.  I have Big Bossman's signature.  Somewhere.  What else is crap.  I don't know.  Whattawatch today.  Gotta do forty five minutes of Science homework online due today, we know that.  Well, I know that.  Now we know that.
    Crap and crap.  Gotta try a little bit harder for rest of Science class.  I'm at a 74% currently.  Can't risk failing, that would be a crap.  Good thing the playwriting is the other class this semester, it's pretty much no work except for what I feel like doing.  Great, what paragraph is this.  12th.  Alright!  I should just start lying about what paragraph it is.  Whose gonna be counting, you?  You don't have the gumption.  If only I had a reason to lie about what paragraph it is.  I don't know.  Whatta do for dinner.  I still have fuckin' fish.  I ate that crap two nights in a row already.  Time to mix it up.  And finish the fish at my leisure in the form of snacking.
    What else.  In addition to 300,000 Miles To Graceland, and The Mist which I watched a couple of months ago, my Uncle also gave me The Shining and Black Hawk Down on DVD for Christmas.  Already had The Shining.  Guess I have to watch Black Hawk Down now.  Which I believe was Edgar Allen Poe's sequel to The Raven.  Because I need to say crap and stuff.  What else.  I put some of my songs on a CD so I could listen to it on my TV.  Sure was almost adequate, these songs.  Knockin' it into left field for a single.  What else is crap.  Tomorrow morning will be a week since a drink.  Sure livin' life like an Adult. 
    I saw a Facebook news alert Ben Affleck went to rehab for alcohol or something.  It's good to keep abreast in world affairs.  Alcohol seems to be the forgotten drug in Hollywood.  I'm under the impression everyone does marijuana.  Cocaine and Heroin are glamorous and/or kill people.  People forget about Alcohol, and its not right.  Not right one bit.  Anyway.  I was thinking about it for some reason, and if I ever get a cat or a dog for myself, I can really have some fun thinking about their name.  I feel like I could knock a pet's name out of the park.
    Anyway, what the what. Paragraph number... 15.  Hey, how about that.  We're gettin' there.  One negative about Flaming Lips was I took three Ritalin and a Klonopin over the duration of the show.  Worked, though.  Had a blast.  And I wasn't really high or anything.  Just even.  All worked out in the end, though, so I consider that alright.  What else, crap and crap.  I can be a Responsible and finish Fish for dinner with some sort of side.  Man, do I hate the urge to be a Responsible.  What has being responsible ever done for me lately.  I don't know, crap and crap. 
    16th paragraph.  What the what!  75% done.  It's not really doing drugs when you're prescribed them and overall you take even less than your recommended dosage overall.  So I only took one Ritalin a few days so I could take three one night.  All evens out.  And that was the first Klonopin I'd taken since election night.  What else is going on.  If anything, it was a great night for me in terms of being responsible with drugs.  It's what made me realize I don't need to drink anymore.  I had three beers there, really enjoyed it, and was like, I don't get this joy drinking at home, do I really need it then?
    The point is its the 17th paragraph.  What else and crap. I don't know.  Maybe it was only two Ritalin.  Who can remember last week.  Just hit a wall.  Time to power through Wall.  With typing power.  Word power.  Miss Teen Wordpower.  Is a song.  Pretty sure it's about an adolescent spelling competition.  What else is crap.  Don't have to do anything tomorrow.  Still gotta do homework tonight.  But such is life.  Sometimes you have things to do and sometimes you don't.  Cracked that code.  I don't know, crap and crap. 
    Three paragraphs to go.  I can do that hardcore.  I heard somewhere that Kevin James is an asshole but I don't want to believe it.  I thought of it because 3/16 --> Austin 3:16 --> Stone Cold Entrance Music --> Here Comes The Boom --> Kevin James.  What else and crap.  Whattado for dinner.  I'll keep myself updated on this situation as it develops.  Gotta shave this weekend.  Because of things and crap.  I don't know  Up to 50 dollars in poker.  That's how I roll.  Roll the dice.  Gambling.  Zoomin' in during movies. 
    Crap and crap.  Penultimate paragraph.  Sounds like a challenge.  Whattado.  Whattado.  Words and crap.  Guess I can make some scrambled eggs and finish my fish with that.  Be a real Adult about the whole thing, eating things I have left over.  The point is the entry is almost over.  And by making scrambled eggs, I mean get my Mom to make 'em.  She already said she was doing that for her dinner.  So it's really just following that to its logical conclusion.
    Last paragraph!  We did it!  I can eat some fish if its with some eggs, sure.  What else.  I don't know.  So close to the end of the entry.  Then I can do some other crap.  Like lie in bed thinking about where I went wrong with my life.  That should take up a nice chunk of time.  What else.  Daylight Savings Time was last week.  Next week is the start of Spring.  It's a jam-packed couple of weeks.  I'll see ya later.

- 6:10 P.M.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Titlers Be Titling

    Hello friends for some reason.  Another Wednesday down.  That's great, just great.  Hit a wall in terms of ideas for plays.  Just started writing bullshit between classes hoping it led to something.  No such luck.  It was just half a page of a teacher named Ms. Kansas talking to a student named Igor who she thinks will benefit from a more excellerated class.  And he gets confused at things she says.  For example, she thinks he will be more intellectually stimulated in a gifted class.  He's like, Oh, I'm stimulated all the time in this class.  Sexually stimulated.  So that goes on the garbage pile.  What else and crap.  I have a lot of characters in things I write who are confused, and that's their main characteristic.  Write what ya know, I guess.
    Crap and crap.  If you can't think of good names, how are you gonna think of good dialogue.  One hand washes the other.  I learnt about it from sink experience.  Ain't you ever heard of quid pro pro.  I guess I learnt it from Cop & A Half even before I had sink experience.  I feel sorry for people who have never seen Cop & A Half.  They don't even know.  Anyway, crap and crap, what's crappening.  No sign of phone.  Gonna have to get a new one at full price.  That doesn't seem right.
    Anyway, wonderful.  Got a 46 on my last lab.  I'll take it.  That's way more than not handing it in.  Way more.  The point is I have to say crap for another hour or two for some reason.  I don't make the rules.  Rulemakers do.  I guess.  I shouldn't be doing a play for tomorrow anyway.  I did one last class.  Back to back classes, that's too much.  Some guy in lab was singing The song remains the same! in response to numbers that stayed the same in charts and for some reason I didn't go Led Zeppelin, Eh?  Probably because I didn't think of the Eh.  I didn't know how to phrase my recognition so I let the opportunity pass completely.  Doesn't seem right.
    Crap and crap.  Which is funny, because my main memory from doing labs in Stuyvesant is listening to my MP3 Player, and specifically the two songs Achilles Last Stand and The Battle of Evermore ring a bell in that context.  It's not Ha-Ha funny.  The other kind of funny.  The wah-wah funny.  The point is what else is crap.  There's a clock tower on Queens College Campus.  It's great because Now I Know What Time It Is.  Wonderful.  Crap and crap.  Watched El Mariachi on DVD last night.  I hope to one day be a mariachi who kills people.  Seems like a real worthwhile career path.  It's a metaphor, see, because musicians kill people with their songs, kill their heartbones and emotionstrings.  Cracked that code.
    What else.  Fifth paragraph.  Just a real sledge like the lat entry.  Watched some of Once Upon a Time In Mexico last night on DVD.  I like the part where Hey This Time Its People I Know.  Real mix-em-up.  Watched the trailer to You Got Served before the movie started.  Can't wait till August 2004.  That's gonna be classic.  Pretty sure Morgan Spurlock's first idea for a McDonalds movie was about the workers and their plight and stuff.  And that was the title.  Because of things and crap.
    Sixth paragraph.  Got Part II of stuffed filet of sole for dinner tonight.  That's a lotta fish.  I can't say Eh.  It's not in my social vocabulary.  Not like What Not and Crap and crap.  I say those all the time in real life I guess for some reason I'm lying.  What else is crap.  Watched Bowfinger on DVD last night.  My favorite part is where it's a comfortably adequate movie.  They hit all the adequate bases.  Anyway.  Next play I write, I gotta have characters going And Whatnot and Crap and Crap and perhaps a reference to the misuse of the word sledge.  Write what ya know!  I'll let that percolate a while and get started on the weekend.  So far all plays have been written on Wednesday between classes.  Day off threw everything out of proportion.  Now it's get started on weekend, use Wednesday Free Time to edit.
    We'll see how that works.  I had an interesting idea that I could just write a regular play without it being spiked with my bordering-on-crazy irreverentness.  It's crazy enough in that it's enough not crazy to work.  That how that go.  At Flaming Lips, asked my brother if he remembers any short plays he's written, as he was a Dramatic Writing major.  Hopefully he's okay with me sharing what his thing was about.  It was about a kid who has a bully and his big chance to make things right is at the school talent show and his talent is walking but it turns out his bully is also in the talent show and his talent is also walking.  And I think the premise is that the crowd is impressed by this.  Interesting drama going on and crap.
    That's the kind of nonsense I like!  Especially the part where it led to the eighth paragraph.  Gotta cut carbs from my diet.  If you don't eat carbs, that makes metabolism burn your fats.  I learnt it from Science.  What else is going on.  Watched the first ten minutes of Schindler's List, but it was all choppy and crap because my T.V. is crap so I gave up on watching it.  Spoiler alert-- the Holocaust happens.  Jeez.  It's in black and white because it takes place in the 40's and today's modern audience wouldn't believe the 40's happened in color. 
    Anyway, crap and crap.  I think that's a thing, where kids just imagine that history was in black and white.  What else.  Today's kids are gonna think that history wasn't in H.D.  And it wasn't.  Anyway.  Kids in the 50's thought that history had no sound.  Well, there was sometimes music playing, but no words.  I had to wear goggles for today's lab.  I spent half the time wearing goggles over my glasses and half just giving up and only wearing goggles.  I also had to wear latex gloves.  It's about time someone put my hands in gloves.  Anyway.  I had a dream two nights ago that I was fasting and losing 15 pounds a day, and was like, Well, this is going even better than I thought it would!
    That sort of crap.  If you exercise all day, you can lose 15 pounds in a week.  Nobody wants to talk about that.  Because of crap and stuff.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  The point is I've got DVDs to watch.  Watched Barry Lyndon Monday night.  That's a movie I can comfortably say is in my top 10 favorite movies, and I forget what happens each time I watch it.  I remember the gist of it, but parts are new to me each time.  Great.  Why is that one of my favorite movies.  Because things happen and crap.  If you want your movie to have stuff happening and bullshit, that's a great place to start.  It's just some stuff that happens.
    11th paragraph.  Halfway through if I do it all right.  Also, you know Kubrick only used natural light, that's how he did it.  I do know that!  Good for me.  Anyway, what else is bullshitting.  I like my life a lot better without my phone.  It's too bad I'm gonna have to get a new one if this one doesn't show up.  If only there was a way to have a phone for calling and texting and not be forced to use it for internet and miscellaneous.  There's a sign at busstop against texting while driving, and there's a picture of an ambulance saying you don't want them responding to your text.  Actually, ambulance, I'm fine with responding to my text.  Every other vehicle, no thanks.  Ambulance?  We need to get on the same page with Ambulance.
    I don't know.  Still can write Homeless Wife as Play.  Don't really know what would happen.  I get the premise is there's a guy with a regular wife, and a homeless wife.  Beyond that, need some time to percolate.  I've only had nine years for it to percolate, gimme some time.  12th paragraph.  Still doin' this for some reason.  So I hear there's this movie called Hellboy II coming out.  Can't wait for Summer of 2004.  Anyway, what the what.  How come there's a League of Extraordinary Gentlemen that's a super hero movie, and another one that isn't.  How many leagues of extraordinary gentlemen can there be?  My feeling is only one.  Wikipedia says there's only one League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.  Where'd I get two leagues of extraordinary gentlemen from.
    13th paragraph.  So, having a homeless wife must be great!  No it isn't.  That's what I got so far.  And even that may be scrapped.  It's more dramatic to see the guy with his homeless wife rather than just talking about his homeless wife.  One can only imagine what great names I'll come up with for them.  First instinct?  Igor and Kansas.  And it can be called What's The Matter With Kansas.  And the thing that's the matter with her is that she doesn't have a home.  Homeless Wife has to be the title, that's the whole thing.  Oh well.
    14th paragraph.  Wonder what fun stuff I'll watch tonight.  Rest of Once Upon a Time in Mexico, or, translated into English, Eleven Upon A Time In Mexico.  Really makes ya think.  I could be a mariachi if they played one and a half minute songs and the main descriptive quality of the songs are that they're not that good.  That sums up my band description.  Send it to the presses!  I saw Trumps tax report from 2005.  So we know that he paid taxes for at least one year.  Whew.  That settles that.  I bet when I grow up I'll have to take care of my taxes and whatnot.  Seems like something adults do.  Can't wait!
    If I go to London, what's the deal with taking pills there.  I would need literally over a hundred pills to cover me for a month.  Now, they must let you take pills with you.  Lots of people need pills.  But it seems like something you can easily replace with illegal drug pills, and they can't allow that.  The good news is that will not be happening.  Wait, that's not good news.  Damn.  What else.  Hey, 15th paragraph.  Somehow I got to a new paragraph.  Oh, by talking about being an adult and paying taxes.  Alright!  Anyway, crap and crap.
    16th paragraph.  What the what.  Haven't drank in five and a half days.  I figure, I make it to a week, I can drink one night.  A week is a good milestone to see if I've got what it takes to not drink.  I'm never gonna lose fifteen pounds a day if I'm drinking.  Oh well.  Gotta set realistic goals.  What else.  I was browsing porn on my T.V. and I forgot that it stores the households' browsing.  Figured it out a day later and quickly deleted all the evidence.  Whew.  That's a relief.  What else is crap.  I like the idea of King Roscoe winning The Rap Game.  He would put the series on the map.  A 12 year old nerd (re: wears glasses) named King Roscoe winning?  It will capture the public's imagination.  
    Too bad he's just not that good.  Oh well, live and learn.  I bet King Roscoe isn't even that smart.  No more than the average 12 year old.  Don't be hating.  I like how Jamie Kennedy is the only real character in Bowfinger.  Everyone else has something supremely wrong with them, but he's just some guy.  Wonder what I'm supposed to make of that.  The moral of the story is that the cameraman is just some guy.  That's what the movie was about.  He's the cameraman, right?  Seems like something he would be.  Led Zeppelin, Eh?  That's how I would endear myself to my peers.  The kind of guy who starts singing to himself, though, not the kind of peer you want to engage.  Also, he whistles in class, which is bad enough, but for some reason, it sounds like two people whistling.  I don't know how it happens but I don't like it.
    Crap and crap.  We had to burn Carbon Dioxide or something.  I wasn't really paying attention.  Then we heated up a balloon and measured the air pressure or something.  I don't have all the details.  The main thing I remember was really enjoying wearing gloves and being conflicted over whether to wear regular glasses under goggles.  I can't wear them over goggles.  Then my glasses are exposed to all sorts of things.  Anyway, 18th paragraph.  Did it again.  Wrote an entry.  And I all doubted me.  It's freakin' 7:30.  I get home late these days, pushes everything including Entry back. 
    What else.  I ate an apple yesterday.  A freakin' apple!  Now we're talking Adult.  And you know what, it was pretty good.  I enjoyed it a lot.  Penultimate paragraph probably.  May decide to tack on a few paragraphs.  We'll see.  Have some money on poker.  Playing limits above where I should be.  Good chance that'll be gone this weekend.  I can always drop down in limits if I lose, say, 50% of where I'm at now.  Better than not doing it at all.  I don't know.  There's at least two things from Barry Lyndon which are in my standard whistling repertoire.  One is a standard battle hymn from the 1700's, that can be heard elsewhere.  Another one isn't.  That settles that.
    20th paragraph.  I got some more in me, I feel.  Gotta do something.  I don't know.  What the what.  Halfway through March.  Gotta do something.  Bankroll has increased 40% since last paragraph.  That's how that go.  Wonderful.  This may yet be the last paragraph.  I don't know.  The point is What Else.  Ides of March.  Is there an Ides of every month.  Let's get some people workin' on that.  I had to wait outside my lab classroom today because I didn't have a phone to tell me when I could leave lunchroom and get there comfortably with enough time while still spending more time in lunchroom.  Whatta gip.
    22 paragraphs seems right.  That leaves two to be written.  I don't know, what else.  Life is goin' okay.  Gotta do more stuff, though.  Flaming Lips was Something, and now that I know I can be Doin' Stuff, it's hard to go back to perpetual nothing.  Anyway.  20 paragraphs of utter bullshit is no substitute for doin' crap.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  I wonder how the union feels about Robert Rodriquez saying he edited the movie by saying Chopped in the credits.  Is that something they're comfortable with?  I guess.  I don't know.  The point is crap and crap.
    Last paragraph.  Whatta Wonderful.  Let's see, what else.  Words and stuff.  Last paragraph, last paragraph.  What to write.  Posted a Simpsons clip on my Ensci message board because it was relevant to what we were studying.  Thought about it during class, and was like, I gotta share this with people.  So I did.  That settles that.  I'll see ya later.

-8:11 P.M.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Gotta Do Something:  The Somethinging

    Hello friends and whatnot.  It's me your faithful guy who does things.  Been a while since last entry.  Mostly because Who Cares And Crap.  Lots of stuff since last entry.  Flaming Lips show was a success.  They totally played music and I listened to it to the best of my ability.  Lots of bus rides.  Lost my phone on Thursday.  Got messages from it that they'll return it to Queens College Security Office.  Not there.  I'll keep myself updated on this situation as it progresses.  Wrote another bullshit play for Playwriting.  A whole one.  10 pages.  About some jerks in a coffee shop, and for some reason, their coffee gets progressively and exponentially more reknowned where finally at the end some guy comes in wanting to buy the place.  Some good things about it, some things that could be improved.
    The point is Who Cares.  Just got a test grade back.  71.  Plus five extra points makes 76.  I crunched the numbers and whatnot.  Spent a lot of time debating whether the title should be "The Somethinging," or, "The Do-in-ing."  I made my choice and now I've got to live with it.  The point is Great.  Haven't drank since Friday morning.  That'll show alcohol whose boss.  Me, I'm the boss.  Because I'm a Responsible these days.  Psychiatrist was pro-London.  Still won't happen, because my parents are jerks.  But I got a pretty good argument.  I'm 28.  I can make my own decisions.  At what point, if not now, do I get to make my own decisions.  Am I gonna be 40 and my parents are still telling me what I can and cannot do?  Let's talk about it.
    Anyway, crap and crap.  That's a good argument.  I'm convinced.  School probably canceled tomorrow.  Great.  Life without a phone.  I totally can't look up the movies I'm watching on Wikipedia.  How did people survive.  That's what I wanna know.  Crap and crap.  Flaming Lips was fun.  I was totally doing something and crap.  No argument against that.  It was solidly in the Did Somethin' category.  Plus, I wasn't lookin' at my phone every five minutes.  I was forced to actually be present in the moment of doin' something.  All worked out for the best.  Except for how I still don't have a phone.  That's a negative.
    Anyway.  Thought of a bunch of nuggets over the past two weeks.  Don't remember any of 'em.  Lets see.  Puns.  One would imagine over 50% of them were puns.  What's fresh in my mind.  Here's something, I was watching Ghostbusters II last night.  The end, where the Statue of Liberty saves the day.  Donald Trump watching it, probably was rooting for Lord Vigo.  Somethin'.  Both because he's evil and mainly he particularly hates what the statue of liberty stands for.  What else is a thing based on a movie I watched.  Been doin' a lot of standing up from sitting down on bus so old people and/or people with children can sit down.  Two or three times over the past two weeks.  Hero. 
    Great, just great.  The point is What Else.  I've been dreaming about Summer Abroad In London.  Literal dreams.  At least 50% of my dreams over the past two or three weeks involve it.  Usually with me missing the deadline, or being on the border of missing the deadline.  So I got that to look forward to potentially.  Wonderful.  That's London for ya.  Got some online homework to do before midnight.  I can do that.  I went through a rough day and a half last week.  Intensive studying for test, doin' lab, goin' to classes.  The point is it's all over now.  Whew. 
    I don't know.  I haven't been able to do the New York Times Mini-Crossword since Wednesday night.  They have a new one each day, and its a one and done deal.  Resets every day.  Great, just great.  What, am I supposed to do it on my computer, like a chump?  No thank you.  I don't know, crap and crap.  Sixth paragraph.  Whatta waste.  I think I'm a better actor when I'm not acting too hard.  I got presence, I got persona.  Let that eminate from my not trying too hard.  Cracked that code.  Anyway, what the what.  I need to do stuff.  That's my main idea of what London would be.  A case of me doin' stuff.
    I guess.  The World Baseball Classic is going on.  Classic.  Sure.  No alcohol in over three days.  Mainly doin' it in terms of dieting.  I don't need it, I'll lose weight without it.  That'll show my body whose boss.  Me, I'm boss.  I'm pretty sure I thought of a lot of my nuggets on the bus.  Does that help at all?  Apparently not.  Not yet.  At least one palindrome, it's safe to say.  Ate a fuckin' salad on Saturday.  Don't get much more Responsible than that.  Seventh paragraph.  Whatta waste.  Not one goofball or funnybone worth anything.  I broke the first cardinal rule of New York when I was seein' Flaming Lips-- don't engage people on the street.  Some lady was asking for change or something and gave some sob story about something, I forget.  I was like, I know what that's like, I lost my phone today.  Then she followed me for a block talking to me. 
    Live and learn.  Eighth paragraph.  What the what.  Donald Trump is a bad person.  Groundbreaking.  Donald Trump has participated in some groundbreakings in his time.  Brilliant.  Anyway, crap and crap.  It's Spring in a week.  That'll show Winter whose boss.  I don't know, I just don't know.  Still the Eighth paragraph.  Maybe I'll start pickin' up steam.  Stranger things have happened.  Probably.  I learned in Science today that 64% of Americans are overweight.  Talk about Chumps.  The point is what else is crap.  Carbohydrates are the pits, lets talk about it.  If I cut out carbohydrates good stuff'll happen.  I know all about it.
    What else.  Ten paragraphs, or will I get into a groove, and prolong it.  Who knows.  What else.  The girl who found my phone said her name was Mary.  So, logically, I had the song Now Mary by The White Stripes stuck in my head for the next few hours.  That's how I roll.  Got a 95 on my last lab.  I'm pretty sure I had more than half the questions wrong, and thus, the explanations for those answers were also wrong.  Guess she just didn't read it.  I'll take it.  I could have been thinking of Mary by The Sublimes.  Wasn't, though.  That's how the cookie crumbles. 
    I don't know.  Tenth paragraph.  I wanna make up for the poor quality by writing more.  That'll just increase the poor quantity.  What else and crap.  Don't know.  Just don't know.  What else.  Let's start a petition to get Rick Moranis back in things.  Gotta start somewhere, at the grassroots level is good.  I feel like the world would be a better place if Rick Moranis played a bigger role in it.  Anyway, crap and crap.  Gotta write more.  Make up for crap.  Still lotta work to do if I actually wanna do it, but I was proud how that last play went.  I started off with just these two weirdos at a coffee shop.  It wasn't until halfway through writing it did the idea click at each customer is progressively more enthusiastic about the coffee, and use that as a way to tie it all together.  Teacher's Tip was make it a hipster coffee shop and mine that for some humor.  I've got nothing against hipsters.  I'd like to be one one day.
    Hipsters, am I right.  About what.  Open to interpretation.  Hipsters love interpretation things.  Anyway.  How's Trump doing.  Still around?  Jeez.  I like how his Twitter handle is @realDonaldTrump.  That's not something you should be bragging about.  If you were smart, you'd have an anonymous twitter handle, where the crap couldn't be traced back to you, but you still get the same release.  I bet he does.  Seems like something he'd do.  An anonymous for the Really Really bad stuff.  Let's get some people working on finding that account.  Gotta get people working on something.
    I don't know.  Hey, 12th paragraph.  Gettin' there and whatnot.  When thinking about it appropriately, I really feel like London would be great for me.  Most of the time, though, I just don't have the commitment to argue with my parents about it.  Because I know it would lead to a lot of work.  Gotta apply.  Find out about air travel.  Get a passport.  It's worth it, but I don't know, it's hard to get me to do things.  What else and crap.  I don't know.  Jeez.  It'd be great one would imagine.  Gotta imagine something.  We learned that from our friend John Lennon.  Hah.  The Sublimes.  Stupid things bring me to the verge of being amused. 
    Crap and crap.  Talking To Mary by Elliott Smith. The Something of Mary Jane by some guy, probably.  I'll keep you updated on these song titles as I think of them.  Crap and crap.  I feel like every time I would watch Ghostbusters as a kid with my parents my Dad would say something about Harold Ramis' potential relative named Igna.  Without fail and whatnot.  What else is crap.  I like to imagine Rick Moranis' relative named Igna.  So stupid that they don't even know how to spell and/or pronounce words.  That riff is even worse than the general Igna riff my Dad does.  Out-stupided my Dad!  That's a milestone in any young man's life.
    Crap and crap.  14th paragraph.  Let's do it hardcore.  What else.  What kind of crap am I gonna do in the five hours after this entry and before Science Homework.  One would imagine a lot of lying in bed thinking about where I've went wrong with my life.  Uninterrupted by Phone Use.  Finally, some real quality wondering where I went wrong with life time.  I have 130 friends on Facebook.  If I had ten more, I could make some cross-social-media pun about 140 characters.  So I got that to look forward to in a few years when I've made another 15 Facebook friends minus 5 current Facebook friends droppin' me.  Can't wait. 
    I don't know.  That's the kind of crap ya get.  I have less friends than letters in a Twitter post.  That's one way to look at it.  I guess.  15th paragraph.  That's one and only way to look at it if you wanna get your numbers right.  Man, would it be great to be doin' stuff for one month uninterrupted.  Anyway.  I've got 2 weeks to sign up for London, but I guess there's a chance it'll be filled up by then.  So we'll see how that dream premonition plays out.  Crap and crap.  I also keep having dreams that I didn't graduate from high school and need to take one or two more classes.  So far that hasn't come true yet.  So I got that going for me.
    What else.  Five paragraphs to go.  I can do that for some reason.  Class officially canceled for tomorrow.  Okay.  What else.  Guess I don't need to get up early at 12:30 tomorrow.  Whatta joy.  Crap and crap, what else is crap.  Let's see.  Just hit a wall for twenty minutes.  Now I broke through the wall by talking about the wall.  That how that go.  Anyway, crap and crap!  Wall again.  Yeesh.  Gonna see a play as a class next month.  The only information about it I retained is that the writer's first name is Annie.  So you know it's good.  She's an up-and-comer, too.  I remember him talking about that.
    I remember lots of stuff.  Like those two things, and possibly others.  What else.  King Roscoe finishing in 2nd place on the hit list two weeks in a row.  He's mounting his comeback.  #LongLiveTheKing.  What else and crap.  Right now is really the first time since Friday morning when I felt, I could use a drink.  Because of this entry and/or it being after a class.  Gonna resist, though.  Theoretically, drinking once or twice a week'll be fine.  They recommend you get 1-2 drinks per day, anyway.  Not today, though.  Not today.  I think the science behind getting 1-2 drinks per day is Show Your Body Whose Boss.
    What else.  18th paragraph.  Great.  I don't know.  Three paragraphs to go.  Hit another wall.  Where are all these walls coming from.  I'm only in one room, there's a limit of four walls.  Unless you count ceilings and floors.  And if there's walls within the concept of which I call my room.  The point is what else is crap.  I don't know.  What the Hell am I talking about.  Crap.  I don't know.  Flaming Lips was fun.  I even got to see them on stage about .05% of the time, from standing in the back, and being short.  Pretty much only saw when the guy was in a bubble.  Oh well, still was good.
    Penultimate paragraph!  I did it almost potentially.  Crap and crap.  Words and words.  I like singing along with the songs everyone else sings along with.  Because I'm a jerk.  Also, doin' something.  What else and crap.  I don't know.  Yeesh.  What else.  I'm probably at a point in my life I can stop writing crazysheet often.  Especially if I start doin' stuff.  We'll see how this situation develops.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.
    Last paragraph.  Whatta waste of time.  The point is What Else And Crap.  Jeez.  Got a 76 on Science Test I got back today.  I'm passing with flying colors.  Also, flying colors is a pretty good sign of something wrong with your eyes.  Probably.  Makes sense to me and whatnot.  Crap and crap.  Well, this is the end of the entry.  What fun we had.  There was that time I pointed out there were no goofballs and funnybones.  There was the time I said "What Else And Crap."  Who could forget that time I mentioned enjoying The Flaming Lips Show.  Gonna see a play written by an Annie.  Had nuggets on the bus.  I'll see ya later.

-5:00 P.M.
   

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Doin' Stuff?

    Hello.  New month.  New format.  The old format.  But it's new compared to last month.  Let's talk about it.  What kind of crap is going on.  Wrote another three pages of a play for today which people liked.  It included a line of lyrics which was supposed to be terrible but the teacher thought it was like, It's not bad, this characters pretty good at this.  I was on the verge of saying Agree to Disagree but I just smiled and nodded my head.  Who am I to tell him differently.  I'll take that praise.  Afterall, it wasn't the character who wrote those lyrics.  It was me.  Characters can't do anything without the writer telling them what to say.
    Let's talk about it.  Crap and crap.  Flaming Lips next week.  Whatta joy.  I'm sick of having to tell people I'm 28.  Can't we just live in the fantasy world where we're peers.  If I'm 19, sure, this crap I write is pretty good.  I'm 28?  This guy's fuckin' 28 and this is what he's doing?  Characters!  I had an idea for my next play.  It's about three or four people in an Environmental Group Or Something, and they're like, Okay, we got the go-ahead to save just one species.  Yes, we want to save all of 'em.  But we can only do one.  Let's debate which species makes the cut.  And each species can be something I made up and they're all weird and crap.  I think there's something to that.  How do you figure out which of these strange things to rescue.
    What else is crap.  I don't know.  What the what.  Another week in the books.  Did some great Labbing It Up yesterday.  We were working in groups and I was impressing everyone with my great Lab skills.  Anyway, what else.  Test next week.  Where is justice.  Finally got my Philosophy grade.  B+.  Not too shabby.  Which is a word.  In the dictionary.  One would imagine.  I was thinking about it, and we all know Evil is Live backwards.  But what I was surprised to find out is Devil is Lived backwards.  Let's get some people workin' on that palindrome.  Our finest minds.  Gotta prioritize what our best and brightest devote their time to.  My vote is for Palindromes.
    Scene where a guy likes palindromes.  These ideas practically write themselves!  But they don't.  I do.  That's why I should get credit for any lyrics contained in these ideas.  Crap and crap.  There's a Weird Al song where each lyric is a palindrome.  Maybe I can do that.  Do what.  You know, that thing he did.  How.  And why.  And no.  Well, that settles that.  What else is crappening.  It would have been "Ha-Ha" funny if sometime in the 90's Weird Al jokingly changed his name to Regular Al and put forward some non-comedy songs.  You know, as a jest?  Anyway.  I was thinking about the movie La La Land.  Or, as I like to call it, "La La La Ndd."  That's what I was thinking about.  That joke.
    Wonderful.  Fifth paragraph.  Today is March.  That's pretty great.  On Pi Day, my Dad used to take me to this Math Museum that had special exhibits for Pi Day.  That's right, there's a Math Museum.  That's the end of that story.  What else and crap.  It was a memory I'd forget for years to come and then remember again just now.  Crap and crap.  My favorite exhibit was the scientific calculator of the future.  You could do division, multiplication, whatever you want. 
    I guess.  Gonna do my lab homework on Saturday.  Be a responsible.  That's how I roll hypothetically in the future.  Professor said my play's dialogue was too on the nose.  Other people liked it.  It was about a guy who wrote a girl a song and she's making it very clear she's not interested.  It had to be on the nose.  My classmates defended it, saying as much.  You gotta be clear in a situation like that.  I know from experience dude.  What else is crap.  The funny part is, rereading it, even though I wrote it to be that exactly, I was like, Maybe she does like him.  These characters are out of control!
    That's how I feel.  Wishful thinking.  Which is thinking in terms of wishing.  I cracked that code.  Seventh paragraph.  If you're counting, when you get up to 20, you go twenty, twenty one.  Or, in other pronunciations, 20/20 one or won.  That's something, right?  If you don't like thinking about things that make sense.  Which is how I feel in life.  What else.  Life backwards is Efil.  Tower.  Without good spelling skills.  Let's talk about it.  It's called the Eiffel Tower because you need to use your eyes to the full extent to be able to see it all, right?  On account of its size?
    I guess.  Eighth paragraph.  Knockin' it out of the park.  No I'm not.  Agree to disagree. 20/20 is an eyesight and possibly a newsshow.  I don't know.  What else is crap.  When giving me comments, Professor was like, I'd like to see a little hope for this guy, I mean, you write a girl a song, when does that not work.  I could have blurted out MY LIFE but I didn't.  On Tuesday, Professor was talking about his past, and he mentioned he was in a crappy band when he was a teenager.  I asked him what it was called, and he said, The Hollywoods.  Because they had Hollywood haircuts or something, which I guess is a thing.  Not because of Hollywood itself.  So the point is he knows good lyrics when he sees 'em.
    I don't know.  Ninth paragraph.  What else.  Got some money on poker.  38 dollars on the new site that started me off with 2 dollars.  17 or 18 dollars on other site because I came in 3rd in a premium freeroll.  Now we're in business and crap.  Gettin' Deli food for tonight.  The process is already done.  Now we just have to wait for it to come to fruition.  I like that movie The Road To Fruition.  Which reminds me, I had another pun of a movie title I thought of.  Not La La La Nd.  Maybe it was that.  I feel like I had another one.  I'll keep you updated on this situation as it develops.
    Tenth Paragraph.  Will this entry be ten paragraphs.  Will it be twenty.  Will it be something else.  I've narrowed it down to those three things.  I'm not 100% behind the Environment Prioritization play idea.  I feel like I could come up with something more up my alley.  Which is a bowling expression I believe.  I saw the first two episodes of the HBO show Crashing.  Made me want to get back into comedy.  I was never into comedy.  I did two or three open mics and bombed.  Not a literal bomb.  A figurative bomb.  As in did poorly.  Let's get on the same page, alright?  I don't have time to explain every expression I use to you.
    Well, I do have time.  I just don't want to.  That's how I feel.  I could be wrong thinking I actually accomplish this, but I like the idea of writing plays or scripts where the character could be completely different based on whose reading/acting that role.  Seems like a good way to go about things.  What else is crap and crap.  The bankroll I got on this new site, if it was on the other site, I'd be playing .01/.02 dollars so it'll definitely last me.  Here, I'm playing .05/.10 dollars.  Partly because they have a limited selection of tables and partly because That'll show them. 
    Huh?  12th paragraph.  Well, I guess we've eliminated ten from the possible amount of paragraphs.  Now it's down to 20 or something else.  Great, what the what.  I prefer days where I have Playwriting to days where I have Nothing.  I get a lot of positive attention and whatnot.  Great stuff.  See my Therapist on Monday.  Teacher today handed us out flyers talking about the Summer Study Abroad Program.  Figured I'd show it to my parents, just for kicks.  And if they get even slightly possibly on board, talk to my Therapist about it.  Probably won't happen, though.  Anyway, crap and crap.  I got better things to do with my Summer.  Like lie in bed thinking about where I went wrong with my life.  My own bed.  I was looking forward to lying in a new bed in a new country thinking about where I went wrong with my life.  Seems like it would be a real positive experience.
    13th paragraph.  That's how I do.  I think it would be a real great twist in The Rap Game if King Roscoe starts pulling his weight.  I'd give him 20, 25 to 1 odds he makes a huge comeback and wins it.  I'd go for that bet, though.  I'm already rooting for him, that would just make it even more fun.  The point is bookies should take bets on who wins reality show competitions.  Bookies is what I call nerds who like reading.  Their responsibilities have been extended to taking bets for some reason.  Anyway, crap and crap.  The point is I don't need to check for my Philosophy grade every thirty minutes anymore.  Feels like a stage in my life is over.
    That's how that go.  I don't know.  I'll give you the lyrics Professor liked that I wrote in 20 seconds and am pretty sure are just crap-- “Laura is a slut, but she won’t give it up, to me she’s such a tease, and she’s down on her knees for every other guy in town, like I’m not even around, though I put in the time and she should more or less be mine.”  There's also a line where the girl says, "I liked when you rhymed 'Mexico,' with, 'Costco.'  So that's about where I'm at creatively in my life.  I'm gettin' progressively better at giving great first names to my characters.  This play, the girl was named Laura.  The guy was named Alvin.  This guy is such an Alvin!  Love it.
    15th paragraph and whatnot.  I'd put money down I get to 20 paragraphs.  Turns out I'm a compulsive gambler.  Who woulda guessed it.  Compulsive Gambler betting on crazystupid things with a bookie.  Play idea!  Well put that in the maybe pile, for real.  Usually when I put things in the Maybe Pile, it's sarcastic, and there's no maybe about it.  This time, sure, that's a maybe.  That's how I feel.  I don't know.  The carton of Newports I got, the packs are soft packs.  I'm not used to this.  I mainly only know hard packs.  Where you can open it up.  Soft, there's nothin' to open.  It's gonna take some getting used to but I feel like this opens up a whole new stage in life.  Where I have different types of packs of cigarettes of the same cigarettes but the packs are different.
    Huh.  What else.  Five paragraphs to go.  That's how I roll.  March 'n stuff.  Pi Day is always on Ides of March Eve.  There's something to that one would imagine.  You're 28?  What the Hell have you been doing?  I can't tell them I was real sick for a few years and couldn't function in school or work.  I can, I guess, but I don't want to.  Don't need to put that in their mind.  What else is crap.  Let's see, words, words...  That phrase is a telltale sign that I've hitten some sort of a wall.  Hopefully not too hard.  My hands are very brittle one would imagine for some reason.
    Seventeenth Paragraph!  Now we're getting somewhere.  Another good thing is, with each start of a play I've written, I progressively get better ideas with how I can finish it into a 10 minute play.  Started off, This is headed nowhere.  Right now, I'm at a place, I can see what I can do with this potentially.  These are the real issues.  Crap and crap.  This new Poker Site requires you to have an avatar next to your name at the table.  I went with the Asian guy with caricaturish slanty eyes.  People know Asian people mean business at the poker table.  It's strategy, you wouldn't understand.
    18th paragraph.  Whattado, whattado.  I'm sure I've said it here before, and it's real stupid and insensitive, but it tickles my funny bone-- The guy who put pee-pee in our coke was one slippery slope.  Not sure it even makes sense to anyone but me.  But it hits me hard.  I should just save a hard pack of cigarettes and refill it with cigarettes from soft pack.  That would be the Adult thing to do.  Very reasonable.  Anyway, crap and crap and crap.  After this, only two paragraphs to go.  This entry was a real winner.  That's how I feel.  Gotta be confident about something one would imagine.
    Alright!  There was another thing about the Study Abroad program yesterday, which I could have gone to in between classes.  I didn't, I thought it was just another info session with 10 people showing up.  Turns out it was a Fair, a Mixer if you will, I coulda seen some real people who would be doing it.  Missed that opportunity.  I don't know.  What else and crap.  Just another info session is what they called the news about Jeff Sessions and Russia.  I guess.  If I had gone to the Study Abroad Fair, I wouldn't have been able to write the play I had today.  So, all in all, it was a decent decision to make. 
    Last paragraph.  Wonderful.  I don't know, crap and crap.  Mexico and Costco.  What an idiot.  The point is Great.  I've developed strategy for writing Play where, I write it in-between class on Wednesday, type it up, then look at it every two hours and just punch it up to make the dialogue sound more natural.  Content usually stays the same, but I just edit a bit so it sounds more real.  Strategy.  Feel like writing more paragraphs.  I guess Other wins the pool.
    Wonderful.  I don't know.  Crap and crap.  I'm sick of SoundCloud telling me there's an update to my page, like someone followed me, or at least listened to a song, or something.  Then I check it out and I don't see anything new at all.  This is a conspiracy and it goes straight to the top.  The Paul Giamattis are behind this, I just know it.  Anyway, crap and crap.  That could have been the other Movie Pun I had thought of.  Not a movie title, but a person title.  I watched Big Fat Liar over the weekend.  Whatta movie.  Frankie Muniz is pretty short.  But he's still the leading man.  #Inspiration.
    The point is Great.  I'm all about watching mediocre movies and coming to the conclusion they're mediocre in a positive sense.  As in, more or less adequate.  One of my true passions in life.  What else.  Do I aim for an even 25 paragraphs?  That would mean two and a half to go.  I'm sick of people not liking my clever tweets and Facebook posts.  What are people stupid or something.  How dare them.  The point is Great, Just Great.  I don't know.  Oh, I never got to update you on my Testicle Situation.  Turns out I was right, something was wrong.  I had a small cyst on my right ball.  Benign.  Doesn't cause me pain.  Definitely no cancer.  Doesn't need to be operated on.  Still, kinda sucks.  I need symmetry in my scrotum.  I'd prefer to have the cyst on the left ball too, to having it on only one.
    It's just a build up of fluid or something.  I forgot to ask, so, can this make me impotent? but he didn't say it would, and I feel like that would be an important piece of information to let me in on if that was the case.  I guess.  Crap and crap.  I also forgot to ask, So what causes this?  Which I guess will have to remain a mystery.  23rd paragraph, though.  So there was some good to come out of it.  It took up a Paragraph of Entry.  Wonderful and crap.  I don't know, what the what.  Should finish this entry right around time Dinner comes.  Too early, too late doesn't matter.  Too early?  So I lie in bed for 10 minutes.  Too late?  I go down to eat it ten minutes later.
    I got it all planned out and whatnot.  Now's the real penultimate paragraph.  Let's do it.  Pretty sure my Playwriting Teacher thinks I'm great.  Why wouldn't he.  I'm always doin' stuff.  That kind of thing leaves an impression on a Professor.  What else.  I don't know.  Lost a big pot in poker with Flush vs. Full House.  That's how that goes and crap.  The point is what else is up.  I don't know, crap and crap and crap.
    Last paragraph.  We did it hardcore.  I'm a big fan of this wake-up wrap from Dunkin Donuts.  It's like a wrap, with egg sausage and cheese.  And it's good quality in terms of what it tastes like to me.  Get it maybe once a week.  That's how I feel I guess.  If I'm not checking for my Philosophy Grade every 30 minutes, Who Even Am I?  I'll figure it out eventually and keep you updated on this situation as it progresses.  I don't know.  Wrote an entry.  That's pretty good.  I'll see ya later.

-6:11 P.M.