Jeffrey ha...

Jeffrey had a beautiful dream today. He dreamt that a middle-aged woman tried to sell us 5 baby carriages, but Jeff kept telling her he didn't want any of them. While they quarreled I played with the young 3 year old girl with light brown hair who came with the woman. Jeff kept telling me to stop playing with her because she wasn't ours, but I paid no attention to him. Finally, he gave in and made a deal with the lady. He told her he would take four carriages only if she kept the first one....I'll be twenty in 2 days

Yeste...

Yesterday I had fun. Brenda picked me and Jeff up and we all went to a free film screening of Coochie. Coochie, oh Coochie. Coochie turned out to be this FSU Film student's thesis film. It was so fucking crappy.The story was about some girl's first lesbian experience. Well, all they did was kiss but I guess it counts because she was all confused and whatever. But anyway, the whole movie reminded me of some stupid VH1 or BET "soul" movie with "soul" sistas or whatever. That's the kind of movie it was. I hate those kinds of movies.But it gets worse. Since we came late to the screening because we couldn't find the stupid room (the number wasn't on the flyer) a film editing teacher led us into this editing room to watch the film alone. Before he played the movie he told us that it's 15 minutes long and cost $30,000 to make. At first I thought, Wow, that's a lot of money for a short student film. And after the shitty movie finished I thought, What the FUCK?!!?!When the movie was over we were asked to fill out a questionnaire. Our comments were to help the director make changes to the movie. You know, like a test audience. Mainly me and Jeff, because we're both bitter, were on the nice editing teacher's neck about how fucking shitty this movie was! And sometimes he seemed to agree with our complaints, er, comments. Anyway, thank you Brenda! I no longer feel bad about not being accepted to the film school. I realized yesterday that I wasn't accepted because I'm a weirdo...well yes, that's why! FSU looks for young people that want to make shitty Hollywood films. They want little puppets. My ideas were probably too far out for them, too original. And it's too bad they felt that way. Fuck them! You know, they don't even ask to see your films or artwork like other film schools. All you have to do is write a really good essay explaining your goals and work you've done with film (like short movies, internships) and they call in 30 candidates out of 200+ applicants for an interview and from there they accept 15 for the film school. At least I got as far as getting an interview but I disliked the other kids they put me in a room with. No one knew a single thing about the art of film. Losers. This was a long post. I needed to vent. If anyone is reading this, thank you.

Is your crotch hungry, girl? Cuz it's eating your pants

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I'm in a ridiculously good mood! I'm going home tomorrow for a few hours!

This is how bored we are here, and we ain't even drunk! Actually, this is an old picture so we probably are...I don't remember.Shake your coconuts, coco boys!

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viceI really really miss home... in Miami, of course.

The One With Ross's Sandwich

Today I feel like Ross in this Friends episode. I'm not completely sure why... Just a sandwich? Look, I am 30 years old, I'm about to be divorced twice and I just got evicted! That sandwich was the only good thing going on in my life! Someone ate the only good thing going on in my life!

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por eso me quedo

...porque el alma prende fuego cuando deja de amar

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