Day 31: Pixar Concept Art (Part 3)

part 3, as a note, this is the last one of these until either later in february or the first few days of march. i don't know when i'll fit in "part 4". i'll also probably do a follow up to these posts in 2010 for the short films, as well as some other movies (star wars, jurassic park, a few other disney films)... those ones won't be a part of a set though, just random stand alone blogs.

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cars







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ratatouille









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wall-e















no idea what this one is:





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that's it for parts 1, 2, and 3. part 4 will be for up, toy story 3, and a reposting for the piece i posted for cars 2 a few days ago.

Day 30: Dear Rockie

dear rockie,

obviously, i am stealing this idea from you and your xanga, and this post is something i have been thinking of for awhile and constantly push back. a day, a week. whatever, i just was undecided on what to say, why to say it, and for what purpose would it serve.

i still don't know what to say, so there is a good chance that this blog will be a bunch of rambling, but i am going to try to get something out.

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i miss talking to you all the time, even though most of what we ever had to say to each other was through texts. it never mattered, to me it signified that we were still close, still friends. lately though there has been a lot of nothing from you for whatever reason, which in reality, is fine. it's more that there is no reason for it that i can see, and if there was in would be easier for me to just say, "okay, so that's why" and move on. i'm thinking maybe you just ignore, or are busy, or because of sean, or something. i don't know why it bothers me, it does though.

at the same time, i don't want you to feel like you half to... so i don't know. maybe i need reasons for everything too often, and maybe that is what really is bothering me. maybe i just wish we were closer. i know that you keep saying you can tell me things, or are comfortable telling me things, you don't really say to others, so i keep wondering why we aren't.

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my tattoos are hopefully next month.

sign of the white:



the eye of the crimson king:



i really can't wait. i was putting it off until i wrapped up all the king books, and i am pretty much done after four past midnight.

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i read your xanga, and what you said about chris... it made me think, what if it's the same with us? i don't know, i am not good with saying things about friendships, because i think a lot of the time i am better off for it. most of the friendships i have had end abruptly have been a decision i have made for myself. i needed to remove myself from a situation... i wouldn't be better of without being friends with you. i told teal awhile back, 2008 maybe, that i thought you had saved my life just by understanding me. it's hard to explain that, i am also not doing so here, but...

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that first mix you made me, it still is me. i didn't know so many of the songs on it. not really knew, you know? but i am listening to it right now as i am reading the langoliers and it is me. i still wonder what made you pick the songs you did, and what they mean to you. i don't know why, i just do.

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i don't know where this is going, i wish i did, but i don't think i can really say anything else. i do love you, i miss you, and i wish i saw you more. i guess that's all i need to say.

-chris

Day 29: Pixar Concept Art (Part 2)

second post for this, another blog set i am doing because i am bored.

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monster's inc.







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finding nemo











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the incredibles 









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that's it for the second part of this blog, next one on the 31st... cars, ratatouille, and wall-e

Day 28: Mexican Jewish Cultural Fesitival

i am really starting to love phineas and ferb, maybe too much.

Day 27: Pixar Concept Art (Part 1)

this is going to be in order of release, so i'll start with toy story and end with toy story 2. each movie will have three pieces of conceptual art (or however many i can find if i cannot get to three). i am going to divide the blog into four (nonconsecutive) blogs, plus a follow up with logos (and a reposting of the car 2 art) for the post toy story 3 films.

this is another blog that is just for me i guess.

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toy story










by far the most... different. this art was VERY early, when tinny (the lead character from the short "tin toy") was supposed to be the main character.








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a bug's life














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toy story 2











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next up: monster's inc, finding nemo, and the incredibles.

Day 26: Sorrow

Day 25: With a Baby

i have this friend, obviously a couple of the people reading this will know who it is, others will not.

she recently broke up with her boyfriend (finance? i was never sure about this), and that is what made us start talking again. i say "start talking again" because i have known her for longer than anyone i know in brea, but we sort of grew apart (although amicably) over the intervening years.

so, now we are talking pretty consistently, about more or less everything, and that makes me happy. what i am worried about is the situations that may arise, those which have already arisen, and bits and pieces of our pasts.

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past first i guess:  i used to have a huge crush on this girl, in fact, some people still make jokes about just how big of a crush. early in our teen years (so odd to say that) we had a thing, but those things don't every really mean much the older you get, the more experienced (or less so), and things just float away.

yet, i always wondered, constantly, what could have (would have probably) if things didn't happen that made it stop... so pasts.

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she has a baby with someone who was once in my "group" of friends, and while i never really got close to this person, it still makes me feel guilty that i am so easily taking her side in the whole break up thing than i should. what's worse is that i get texts from her saying things of the "wish you were here" type, when in reality i don't really wish i was anywhere near that. i want to be friends again, yes, but am not willing to get involved with anything that could have lasting repercussions on my close friends. also, her decisions of late have been amazingly petty, trying to create drama, jealousy, and what not for the sake of pissing off her ex.

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so i come (through a rambling forest of my thoughts obviously) to the point of this blog.

i do want to become friends with her, i do miss being close to her. yet, there are so many things that she has said, that she does, that she undoubtedly do, that i just can't agree with. it seems that her baby, toddler, mean less than the little war she has started with the father of that child.

i keep my mouth in check, i don't say anything that i shouldn't, and while i support her breakup with the guy, i cannot support the drama she continues to pursue.

the baby, to me, has become a pawn in some chess game. it bothers the hell out of me that she is so willing to start fucking around with other guys so soon after a breakup with the father of her child.

i just keep thinking that she should be a mother now, and stop worrying about creating this web of hate around her: her son is bound to see it even at his age.

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this blog is just nonsense, just venting, so sorry if it doesn't really flow right.

Day 24: Cars 2

cars is probably my least favorite disney/pixar collaboration, but i still like it, and i love concept art for pretty much anything. the below art, for cars 2, was released in disney's yearly shareholder magazine (i guess, maybe it's more of a report).



"real" blogs (not poems) for days 25, 26, and maybe 27.

happy sunday.

Day 23: Steinbeck (Part 1)

no real blog today, just a little on reading.

that said, i am reading cannery row, which i'll probably follow with to a god unknown both by steinbeck. i really want to go through all of his novels, and this year probably is going to be a year to attempt that. i really, really, like steinbeck. i think, overall, his novels are better than many "classic" american writers, and he quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. as i read more this year, i am going to write a whole blog on steinbeck and other authors.

another note: i couldn't get through good omens. i really wanted to, but there is just something with comedic books that rub me the wrong way (i tried to read christopher moore's lamb in 2008/2009 and had the same issue). maybe though, it's just the fact that neil gaiman actually wrote very little for omens and the novel was mostly handled by terry prachett. who knows?

Day 22: Free After

this is an old poem (2003), don't really know why i am posting it.

"free after"

he closes his eyes
surrounded by those he loves
with tears of fear
of joy
of what is unknown

he closes his eyes
escaping the pain
easing his mind
of loss
of what he is leaving behind

he closes his eyes
in hopes of something pure
of an afterlife
peace or love
if what is forgotten here

he closes his eyes
surrounded by those he loves
he smiles
others weep
not understanding
that he is a man now free

Day 21: "What's Your Cat's Name?"

i'm maybe six years old and i am sitting in front of my old house in cerritos, on the curb, not quite in the street. i am waiting for my mom, or dad, or brother to come home from work or school. i remember having an toy car, and i remember playing with it.

driving it up my driveway, through the curbside gutter, around leaves, shrubs, debris. just being a six year old, and i am waiting for my mom, or dad, or brother to come home.

while i am playing one of my cats comes running to me. my cat, and i laugh as she pounces the car i am playing with, sort of like a godzilla cat, and through this, she is making my lonely car playing less so. so now my car races around: for my amusement the cat is a villain, powerful and menacing. for hers, it is just a shiny plaything zooming (sound effects and all) through her legs, narrowly missing her paws, always just a step ahead of her reflexes.

i didn't think she minded me not giving her the car, i think she liked the game as i did: it was carefree.

the girl who lives across the street from me, maybe the person who was my first crush,  is standing across the street watching this game i am playing with my cat, this game of cat and car. she asks, nearly shouts, "what's your cat's name?".

"buckwheat," i say, not knowing that the name is of a little rascals character, not knowing that, really, it's name is somewhat racist.

buckwheat was a black cat.

i tell her this right as my mom (or dad, or brother) is pulling into the driveway. buckwheat gets up, goes to the front door and waits to be let in (or fed, maybe both, who knows with cats?), and i say good-bye to ann-marie and follow.

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thinking about it now, i think a lot of my cat's names where named (innocently, i believe) somewhat in a racist manner by my north carolinian mother. buckwheat, midnight, even arsenio (named after arsenio hall).

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i loved buckwheat, maybe more than i have any other pet i have ever had. maybe more than any i will ever have.

i loved her with a love that only a child of six and truly have for an animal, a cat, a dog, a pet. i remember, vividly, when she started to have seizures and how worried i would become because of it. how i would beg my parents to take her to the veterinarian to have her checked. i worried about it constantly, incessantly.

when we moved to brea, she became an indoor cat, and she would sometimes get out and i would always  be worried she would become lost, or eaten by something bigger and meaner than she could ever be. i would sometimes not find her right away and have to go to school worrying my thoughts of some monster coyote dragging my cat off, thinking of how many storm drains are around, thinking with a childish paranoia that eats young minds away.

i remember waking up one morning to my dad and mom sitting in my room, tears in my mom's eyes, my dad unusually quiet, and knowing. somehow knowing that buck had died in the night.

died and left me, i guess.

i remember that my dad asked me if i "wanted to say goodbye" and thinking what is there to say goodbye to?

i almost believed this momentary thought, that there was nothing left of my cat to say good-bye to, to say how much i loved her to, to pet one last time. i knew she would not meow, or purr, or lick me, but i knew somehow there was still something to say goodbye to. in my heart i knew that she was waiting for me to.

i petted her, she was stiff, i was scared of what death meant then (and now), but i said good-bye.

i said, "i love you buckaroo".

and i still do, and i still miss just playing a game of cat and car, acting as if she was a destroyer of worlds. a gozilla cat come to eat all the little people driving all my little cars.

i remember saying that her name was buckwheat when asked, "what's your cat's name?"

Day 20: Dimness of the Dawn

resolving to wake from a nightmare
he wakes up skating the edges of reality
dimness of the morning
he shakes with anxiety
waiting for the dawn to wash away the fear
he sits up and breathes in
counts off seconds in his head
one, two,
three to four
and the time it just goes
leaving like a blinded doe
like a forgotten foe
so he stands and sees all around
the blood on the wall
on his hands and on his clothes
covered with the red of the man he slew
just to see him close his clear blue eyes
in the dimness of the dawn.

Day 19: Avoidable Movies of 2010

this is a follow up to my four part blog for movies i DO want to see in 2010, and it is way overdue...  i planned on doing this blog a week ago but got sidetracked. oh, this is also the first blog where i'll add "what's playing" at the bottom; i almost aways am listening to something while i write my rants.

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the spy next door... i like jackie chan as much as anyone, but this just looks terrible. it looks like a cross between  daddy day care, spy kids, and rush hour. what the hell. january 15th.



the tooth hurts... i am not going to say anything about this one. january 22nd.



the last song... based on a nicholas sparks novel of the same name, which really, i have no problem with. i don't care for any of the previous adaptations for sparks novels, and from what i have heard they are all pretty faithful. they're not the pinnacle of film-making, but hey, there are not too many good romance movies to begin with. in fact, there is another sparks film out in february (dear john) which is NOT on this list. my issue with this film? miley cyrus. and only for one reason which i'll hit upon in a later blog. around day  30 or so.  april 2nd.



piranha 3-d... i saw the trailer for this, and it looked like one of the most cheaply made films i have ever not-seen. what the fuck is this shit and who gave the go ahead for it? below is the originals poster, cannot find a new one. april 16th.




shrek 4 ever after... okay, the none of the three already-released shrek films are "bad". actually, for most non-pixar animated films they are pretty tolerable. my issue is that this is SHREK 4. the reason i believe that pixar works so well is because the don't rely so much on sequels and are constantly coming forward with pretty fresh ideas. this is the fourth dip for this fairy tale parody, and really 3 showed that the ideas and writing were already starting to fade away. may 21st.



eclipse... i hate twilight. hate. terrible writing that overrode pretty much every notion of what a vampire was. the should not sparkle, they should not be out in daylight, they should not be gentle. i get that the novels are popular, but jesus. novel cover below. june 30th.

 

dispicable me... doesn't look bad, i'm just sick to death at seeing the trailer with EVERY 3d film i see. july 9th.



cats and dogs 2... my second "i have nothing to say to this" film. first films poster below, can't find the new one. july 30th.



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i am sure there are a few more i am missing, but this covers the first half (or 7/12ths) of 2010. may do another post to this blog... but most likely will leave well enough alone. posters only so that i don't have to know the trailers are on my blog.

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now playing: "mrs. robinson", simon & garfunkle

Day 18: Ghosts of Yesterday

daughters and sons
just look toward the falling rain
all the thoughts of yesterday
just get washed away
into the sea of distant memory

the endless watch
from the far shores of night
ghosts of yesterday keeping the day at bay
just one step from the edge of reality
and all they want is to die today

of all the moments
mothers remember just the birth
of an absence of faith as the sons
and daughters just drift away
into the moon of future days

and fathers they dream
of people they loved
without regret they say good-bye
to remembrance forgotten
just broken dreams of adolescent memory

so daughters and sons
sing their song
looking towards the falling rain
of the eternal
and the ghosts of yesterday

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i really don't know how i feel about this poem, it isn't poetic, it doesn't flow quite right... and i don't know how much sense it makes, but considering it's the first of my "sober" poems that's completely new... 

i'm glad i am writing poems again though, i just have to get into a rhythm. i may post all three of the poems i have got published though, not sure because the i don't remember writing one of them at all and two are...dated. not reflective of what i have written post-high school. 

Day 17: Again, Nothing

i am in a good mood lately, even with the stress i can't seem to rid myself of. this week we be a long one, but it's okay. sometimes the longer weeks are the ones that go by the fastest.

no "real" blog today, although there are things i could probably say, want to write. i just don't think, right now, i could do them any justice.

on a note, andrew stanton (wall e!) started principle photography for jon carter of mars yesterday :) .

oh, and for someone who asked: pearl jam's jeremy "new" version:

Day 16: Little Cow

little cow
always dreamed
of jumping the moon
just to see what it was like
to fly so high

so he asked of feathered chicken,
"you can fly
what's it like flying over the moon?
what can you see
when you fly so high?"

but chicken clucked
"cluck, cluck, cluck
chickens cannot fly
we just hover and hop
and then we come crashing down"

and so little cow
went to the sheep of the field
and said, "do you know
who would know,
what's it like to fly so high?"

the sheep bowed their heads
shook off their woolen backs,
"no, no, but have you tried
the spider in the tree?
she seems to be wise in all we know"

so by the tree
little cow saw black widow
and he asked, "what is it you see
up in your tree?
do you feel like you can fly up high?"

black widow rubbed
just two of her many legs
in unison she said, "dear little cow
i am not nearly so high,
just a man's height and surely no more."

little cow he just moo'd
and knew maybe he would never know
what it's like to jump so high
over the moon just to see what it's like
to fly so high

but that night
sleeping standing
little cow dreamt of jumping up and over the moon
and he knew dreaming
was what it meant to fly so high

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is this the happiest poem i have ever wrote?

Day 15: Endings

bye megan. :(

Day 14: Broken

she said
thanks but I'm broken
i guess
you must have misspoken
what a laugh
i've never been chosen by anyone

she was barely a teen
hanging out in between
just a part of the scene
with mercurial smile
and incurable style
she was only a dream
how's that
he didn't know a thing about
making love to the kind of girl you read about

he said
i'm bound to be broken
my daddy bet
that i'd amount to nothing
he won't let anybody show him anything

he was a troubled child
had been down for a while
always kept to himself
no she couldn't defend
he only wanted a friend
now he's made something else
it's so sad no one saw it coming
the paper said that he hit the ground running

oh yeah
i know i'm not broken
a little cracked
but still i'm not broken
i wanna laugh but i think that i'm choking on reality

when the
world is turning for you
don't turn on me
who are you here to repair
well i don't know what you mean
you could never resist
glorifying despair
well now it's coming to you and i don't really care

well i'm not
the kind to insist
you couldn't have missed
we must co exist
so please listen to me
there is no such thing as human debris

oh yeah
i know i'm not broken
a little cracked
but dad i'm not so nothing
i wanna laugh
i'm not joking

i'm unbroken
oh yeah i said i'm unbroken
i said i'm unbroken
a little cracked it's just a token
i'm really not broken
what a guess i'm unbroken

-bad religion, the process of belief

Day 13: A Key to an Unlocked Door

i see myself in the mirror
just a shadow of who they thought i should be
darker mind and bloodshot eyes
no longer sure who it is i see

my mind screams out into the void
who am i as i watch myself
i'm losing my light
and it's useless to try to fight

so i think i am losing my mind
i'm judging who i no longer know
myself in a mirror so far away
just a reflection of a man i use to know

images pass in my mind
brilliant and dull
but it's all too fast, and i can see
that i am no longer me

i want to run through the door
hide as i was before
but the reflection stands as a ghost
a specter without pity to host

i scream out to no one
maybe to everyone
and hear only silence as i drop to my knees
praying to some god impossible to set me free

the reflection laughs as i begin to cry
and i don't know what happened
as i lost track of the time
wasted away on the edge of a drunken dream

my mind is reeling, i begin to fear
as the prayer spills from my broken lips
i realize that the end is near
and i am just a shadow of who i once was

i look back into the mirror
and it's me as i was before
just a huddled down figure
lost and alone in the comfort of the dark

but i know i am new
a light in the listing darkness
wiser mind and clear blue eyes
no longer who i was thought to be

i see my reflection in the mirror
no longer a broken soul
but a man that holds a key
to an unlocked door

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this is actually a different version of an earlier poem i wrote called "god impossible", hopefully it is better, and if not, hopefully it stands on its own.

Day 12: Pandora's Box

you know, i knew that doing this was going to be the wrong thing to do. this whole thing with megan was always such a fuck up.

rockie, maybe you were right, maybe i was worried about what she would say. maybe i was worried about telling her friend that i shouldn't be the one to help her, maybe i didn't want to be the one.

i did not want to repeat old patterns, i didn't want to be who i was before. more so not yesterday, not today.

either way, i know now that pandora's box is not meant to be opened and that some things are better off not known... and not with just this whole situation.

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i'm not mad or really sad. maybe i am bitter in a way, maybe i thought i could control the situation, i'm not sure. i don't know what i am trying to say, or accomplish. it's just...

just?

maybe this is how it was supposed to end, with me doing one thing that wasn't, isn't, bad.

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'night.

also, i am still sitting on a blog, but don't know when i'll post it. it is a memory blog called, "what's your cat's name?"

Day 11: The Edge of Town (with Edit 1/12)

you walk into the bar at the edge of town, thinking just one drink will set you free
you walk into the bar at the edge of town, and you're greeted with reality

a man sits in the corner, gently strumming a five string guitar
the notes are out of place as he plays a sad song about a girl
who just fell through the cracks beneath the world

there is a woman at the bar, batting her eyes at the man just seats away
he is looking at her in return, smiling but there is nothing gentle in his eyes
his hook has sunk, and he knows this fish is one he is taking home

there in the corner, a t.v. glows a harsh light
and on the news there is a man saying that a man was killed
by his mother, by his father, by the world he never knew

behind the bar, the star of the scene is handing out misery
and taking tips in a jar, pennies and dollars, almost like blood money
he cashes in on some man or woman's broken down dreams of reality

the man with the guitar, he just plays on
transitioning from the sad song about the girl to another
about a small town bar at the edge of town

you just walk in, and the drink, it's no longer in the front of your mind
you know it would never be just one that'll set you free
impossibilities of the moment, it'll be hours before you're free

you sit down, and you watch a man on the phone
near the bathroom, you hear him say
"i'll be there for his game, i leave work in just an hour"

next to him, another women looks at the door
she hopes there is still sunshine on the outside
just a little, and maybe she'll find her way back home

a new face opens the door, and this one is young
maybe just 21, maybe here from school or work
and he goes to the bar, and says, "just a beer"

and you think, sitting in the bar at the edge of town
that this is reality
and that maybe this is hell.


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sorry about the small text for the poem, it wouldn't format the way i wanted it to with bigger texts.

[edit 1/12]: i just realized that this poem links to the poem on my first blog, which i am reposting here now... kinda cool to me because it wasn't planned and it was an old poem:

"coming down"

coming down
wouldn't you know
isn't quite like getting high

the numbers are never the same
it's always faster
on the way down

you wake up remembering
yesterday was a blur
just scenes from a bar on the edge of town

coming down
wouldn't you know
isn't quite like getting high

walking through the haze
seeing a movie frame by frame
never quite sure when you started filming

you live in this grey
watching the peeling colors
drift away on some living lie

coming down
wouldn't you know
isn't quite like getting high

the numbers are never the same
it's always faster
on the way down

you wake up remembering
yesterday was a blur
just scenes from the bar on the edge of town.

Day 10: Beginnings

"november 3'rd, 2003

conceptual physics-some junior(who WILL remain annonymous) completely wasted shows up to class, needs help, luckly there was a sub so he wasn't caught. he needs to go home, but not int his condition, what do i do? play mommy. take him home give him some bread a black coffee, even though that really doesn't work, then he passes out in my car while i go to practice, but hey, he got home alright, at 5pm. he appearently says he "loves" me now. surprise, but hey, i scored afree lunch on friday he says he's taking me to, not too shabby"

whattosay.

sad.

Day 9: When I Knew

you asked me last night when i knew, so this is my attempt to tell you. although, as i sit here thinking about it, i am not sure how much sense i can make to you or myself. i'm going to try, i don't know why it even matters any longer.

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the first day we met wasn't the day we went to the park, at least i don't think it was. i remember walking around, sitting in front of starbucks, sitting on the corner of brea and birch street.

talking of nothing, feeling each other out i guess, even though there was nothing to feel each other out for. we met by mistake, a coincidence i guess, although sometimes i think not.

i met jamie, she left after talking about her archaic phone for a bit. and then we walked more. we didn't really have much meaningful to say, i was "quiet" because i didn't know how to talk to you yet. i was also comfortable not talking to you for whatever reason, just walking was fine. although, i guess it was awkward at times.

either way, it wasn't the first day we met that you and i went to talk at the park.

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it was the second time.

we met because we didn't know where else to go, and you didn't have a car, and it was close to where you were.

we talked about everything that night, i don't think i have ever been more comfortable talking to anyone like that so quickly. we talked about your sister, school, friends, food, drinking, drugs, rape, family in general, your parents, mine, everything.

then officer moon came and told us that the park closed at ten, and i guess we had to leave because we were loitering or something, i don't know. this is where i am lost, this may have come later. i think.

but when we got back to my car, we just sat and talked more, again about everything. what got me? you saw my copy of i am legend and you picked it up, looked at it, and then looked at me. you then asked, "you are reading this?"

i said yes.

you muttered something, i can't remember what, "weird" or "wow", something along those lines. and you looked at me again, and didn't say anything, but there was this look.

i still don't know why, but that look was when i think i started to fall in love with you.

i have never, ever, had someone look at me like that, and just because of a book. i am not saying i loved you that night, i don't think i did, but i think that is when i knew i could.

or that i was starting to.

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then, i am pretty sure that we went up to vantage point together, but again, that could have been after.

don't get freaked out over this blog, it's not my intention to make you feel awkward or whatever. you asked, and for whatever reason, i thought i should answer the best i could.

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ps: i really hope you like one of the three books, they're among my favorites (the stand is).

Day 8: First Day of Nothing

okay, so this is my first blog where i am going to not have much to say. i have a blog typed up already, but will be holding onto it for the weekend... so it'll not be posted until tomorrow.

that said, i am planning on doing a memory blog once a week or so for a bit. these blogs will range from pretty much anything. hopefully though, most will be "personal". we'll see.

i leave today by posting a cover image of what is probably my most anticipated novel of the year, and it's not by stephen king... but it is by his son.

Day 7: Movies of 2010 (Part IV)

hopefully this is the last one of these posts with the exception of an add on a day or two down the road (it will not be tomorrow's blog, maybe, if needed it'll be friday's.). this one will be a mixed bag of things, so here goes. oh, and sometime next week, or during the weekend, i'm going to post a blog on the top 5 movies that i don't want to see.
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scott pilgrim vs. the world... i know absolutely nothing about this, but the photo(below) has michael cera holding a flaming katana. another undated movie though, sometime 2010.



hot tub time machine... once again, this one i just read about; literally. john cusack is great in comedic roles though, so there is hope. i also am thinking that, like the cop out trailer, the trailer below does not do the film justice. march 19th.



percy jackson and the last olympians: the lightning thief... another i probably will not see in the theater, but only because i have a thing with reading novels before seeing movies based on novels. everything i have heard about this series has been great (my nephew blew through the five book series). it's also directed by the guy who did the adaptations of harry potter 1 and 2, so there is that. february 12th.



the american... ANOTHER movie i just learned about, but considering that george clooney is one of the best actors of the generation, and it's about an assassin (which i seem to be drawn to)... september 1st.



inception... christopher nolan's next film (dark night, the prestige)...looks amazing. one of the movies i can't wait to see, even when i have no idea what the hell is going on in the trailer. july 16th



the social network... another one i am really, really, really hesitant to put on this (growing) list. why? it is abou the creators of facebook. yeah, it is a true story about facebook. it's one of those times where i thought, "what the fuck? they're making a movie about this?" It's directed by david fincher though, which makes it okay. october 15th



shutter island... nothing to say about this movie really. i have the book sitting on my bookshelf, so, depending on what i end up reading this month, i may not get around to reading it by the movie's release. after all, joe hill's novel, horns hits next month on the 19th. that said, trailer looks great, and i've heard the novel is amazing. february 19th.



how to train your dragon... last one for this list. a dreamworks movie, which are usually way below the bar pixar sets year-in-year-out. that said, i really enjoyed kung fu panda in 2008, and this is directed by lilo and stitch director, chris sanders. here's hoping. march 26th.






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finally finished. still plan on adding a "what looks terrible" blog, but next week or the week after.