04.06.11 – sometimes my life rocks
so it was as dark as it gets in berkeley and i dressed to thrill.
So today I got up at four, like you do, because I’d agreed to shoot this ~thing for these crazy kids I met at UCLA – TL;DR they were like JASON YOU ACT and I was like, sometimes? And so I am apparently doing something pro bono for a bunch of my amateur directing peers and have probably pissed off the SGA but this is probably the last chance I’ll get to play around with cameras before I disappear into the Shroud of Silence that is Spiderman.
I am a Nice Person. And mostly, I get paid to wake up at four in the morning and tool around in parking lots and then I get paid for it, if not in money than at least in foo. I was in a pretty good mood, despite the whole morning thing- God, mornings are so unholy I want to KILL THEM WITH FIRE – and despite the fact that one of the dogs threw up on me this morning and I kind of always think, anytime either of them gets sick or sleepy or does that dog thing with the lolly head that they’ve gotten into my ganj/PERFECTLY LEGAL TABACCO and I’ve accidentally killed one of them and it’ll just end badly so I sit around and pet them until they assure me they’re not going to keel over when I hit the door.
SO. I put on my headphones, walked up the hill to bus my way to Berkeley, walked out to a sort of sketchy lot or something and promptly came face to face with the dude whose short film~ I’m supposedly starring in, because I am a STAR, at which point this guy gives me a totally freaking sweet gift to thank me for doing this thing that I would probably do anyway, regardless, because I love tooling around in the dark et al, see above.
So then he gives me a cupcake.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked.
He wasn’t.
Thus started the best fucking day ever, basically, most definitely the best day I’ve had since I watched other people get drunk at karaoke while I had like, freaking sweet tea or some junk. Which was about three-four days ago, so my days are just getting better. BUT. Here’s a rundown of other things I did, all of which aren’t as great as eating a cupcake:
- Bought purple pants. (This was an accident.)
- Had an Embarrassing Moment at the sex shop up the road:
Sex Shop Dude: Blah blah blah let me tell you all about comic books AND ALSO we have a sale on today, how about that!
JASON: Oh, yeah, dude, just slip that plug right on in there OH MY GOD I SHOULD NEVER TALK EVER.
- Attended an Arty Film Screening. Particularly enjoyed the First Film Ever of some chicks I went to UCLA with last year, which was a parody of cheesy 70s sci fi and included Carnivorous Space Moths. Also liked the one about the dolls who killed people.
- Got drunk with a bunch of students and learned, for the umpteenth time, that the quickest way to an art kid’s heart is to tell them that visual arts programs require way more work than any other program in the world, ever.
- Shortly afterward, had a surreal encounter with an equally drunk dude who I christened Mr. Badtouch for his apparent inability to keep his hands to himself. WHAT IS/WAS WRONG WITH YOU, MR. BADTOUCH, NO YOUR HAND DOES NOT GO THERE. >:(
- Ate the best cupcake in the history of time. Seriously. Nothing will ever taste better to me than that cupcake. It had pink frosting and everything.
