a post to get the ball rolling.
i am back from new york.
i went to make a movie about getting over reuben.
i thought the movie had a lot of potential - but really i went because i didn't believe that he wasn't in love with me.
i mean - come on, really?
on my trip i learned:
yes, really, reuben is not in love with me. even when i wear tall boots.
fevers are not conducive to creativity.
pretending to be friends with someone you have feelings for is silly.
alan berliner is the sweetest man in existance, but even he doesn't know how i should live my life.
love is nice, especially when you have a fever.
the most disconcerting part of the trip is that i am now not sure how i feel about new york in terms of moving there when i graduate.
it seems like a good place to try to get paid to have fun - but it made me realize how much love i have for me in los angeles.
truck loads. car loads. 405 freeway loads.
you have to literally be kind of retarded to move away from so much love.
but you also have to be retarded to subject yourself to the 405 freeway.
ugh.
whether or not love is worth the 405 freeway remains tbd.
but, worthy of note, i have never been so attracted to a room full of men as i was in the new york times cafeteria.
hoping to garner the love of one of these men in and of itself seems like a good reason to move.
so i am left with a quarter and a half of ucla to figure out some sort of plan.
i am not sure if i want to finish the film about reuben.
i will either make an angsty animation (i'm all about flash these days) with the footage or work on one of my other ideas.
that's a lie.
i'm going to have more ideas, do nothing with them, and talk about this and craigslist while having tea with friends/jdates.
and continue having lots of schemes for getting paid to have fun.
i started looking at websites to be jealous of and found this collaboration with miranda july and harrell fletcher:
http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com
it gave me an idea for a short doc about insecurities.
i would like it to call it bald spots and tummys - pretty simple - documenting people's insecurities and them talking about it.
maybe female mustaches and small penises could make a cameo.
stay posted. a lot more is on the way.
i went to make a movie about getting over reuben.
i thought the movie had a lot of potential - but really i went because i didn't believe that he wasn't in love with me.
i mean - come on, really?
on my trip i learned:
yes, really, reuben is not in love with me. even when i wear tall boots.
fevers are not conducive to creativity.
pretending to be friends with someone you have feelings for is silly.
alan berliner is the sweetest man in existance, but even he doesn't know how i should live my life.
love is nice, especially when you have a fever.
the most disconcerting part of the trip is that i am now not sure how i feel about new york in terms of moving there when i graduate.
it seems like a good place to try to get paid to have fun - but it made me realize how much love i have for me in los angeles.
truck loads. car loads. 405 freeway loads.
you have to literally be kind of retarded to move away from so much love.
but you also have to be retarded to subject yourself to the 405 freeway.
ugh.
whether or not love is worth the 405 freeway remains tbd.
but, worthy of note, i have never been so attracted to a room full of men as i was in the new york times cafeteria.
hoping to garner the love of one of these men in and of itself seems like a good reason to move.
so i am left with a quarter and a half of ucla to figure out some sort of plan.
i am not sure if i want to finish the film about reuben.
i will either make an angsty animation (i'm all about flash these days) with the footage or work on one of my other ideas.
that's a lie.
i'm going to have more ideas, do nothing with them, and talk about this and craigslist while having tea with friends/jdates.
and continue having lots of schemes for getting paid to have fun.
i started looking at websites to be jealous of and found this collaboration with miranda july and harrell fletcher:
http://www.learningtoloveyoumore.com
it gave me an idea for a short doc about insecurities.
i would like it to call it bald spots and tummys - pretty simple - documenting people's insecurities and them talking about it.
maybe female mustaches and small penises could make a cameo.
stay posted. a lot more is on the way.
Labels: 405, alan berliner, farmers market, fever, insecurities, jdate, love, miranda july, new york times, tall boots
posted by judyprays at 12:05 PM
2 Comments:
Will small boobs also be making an appearance? Because I have a lot to say about THAT insecurity.
so many of us are so in love with Judy Prays that the loss of one Reuben won't (long-term) weigh anything. this woman's getting a good man. or several
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