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At the time of the date shown above, I was eighteen years old, I was in a pair of jeans and a white tee-shirt and I was roughly two hours and 45 minutes away from Orlando, FL. I was in the process of boarding a luxurious charter bus that myself and 50 some odd people had gotten off of a few minutes prior during a routine road trip pit stop. I had just taken my seat and put my headphones back on (for those of you who really care, "Sixteen Stone" by Bush was the CD) when the principal of my high school made me get up and move to the seat next to Josh, one of my classmates at the time, because he and his girlfriend (soon to be his wife) were resting affectionately against each other, and that was deemed inappropriate. So I moved, the headphones came off, and someone put my copy of Sandra Bullock's "The Net" into the VCR and off we went.

I was on my senior class trip. What great times...and I do mean that with absolutely no sarcasm involved. Simple, peaceful, fun filled times. When life was just moving at a clip, carrying its unwitting passengers toward a harsh brick wall known as 'the real world.' I thought of this day gone by for hours today...in full detail. I remember where I left my car in the school parking lot. I remembered how I forgot my beach towel at home and had to have my mother bring it to the school before we left. I rememberd packing my gold can of Consort hairspray in my bag (why I used that shit, I have no idea...I guess I had a subconscious affection for the impenetrable bowl look?).

That was a great weekend. Probably one of the best of my life. But now it saddens me. It just makes me feel old. Why do we all (and I know that we ALL have done this) dwell on younger days? Growing older is inevitable...when do we reach the stage when we can accept that with ease instead of rallying to get back in time? That was then...this is now. What a drag. (laugh) It's kind of like watching "Titanic" and having that small sliver of hope that the ship won't sink at the end only to sit there for three hours and realize that you can't escape that ending. Whatever. What's done is done, and greatness, here I come...

Sleep well.

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So, I'm back. Nothing new to report, really. Just a comment or is it a question? I'm not sure...maybe it's both. So here it is: Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I wasn't so deep. I mean, I'm almost in the category of "tree hugging hippie," really. I honestly don't know why everything I see and hear has to be pondered incessantly. For example, I would love to watch the sun go down and just say "That was nice." But instead, I'll look at it and think "That was the most beautiful fucking sunset I have ever seen in all of creation. Wow. My soul is just on fire...fire as red as the sunset, and I am feeling so much that I almost can't take it." Jesus. Am I for real? Oh well. I guess it's better to feel too much than to feel nothing at all, right? Well, if it's not, screw off! Just humor me, ok?

On a lighter note, for you music buffs out there, check out "Room For Squares" by John Mayer. It's good stuff for those of you who'd be interested in hearing a hybrid of Dave Matthews, David Gray and Harry Connick, Jr. with just a dash (albeit a very small one) of Elton John. Very good album, give it a listen.

On the Digital Movie Front. The "OCD Experiment" is now tentatively titled "Blind" for reasons that will be explained in the film. Pre production is under way with principle photography (man, that sounds so freaking professional! Woo-hoo! Good times!) slated for a June 1 start date. Wish us luck...

Goodnight earthlings...