November 3, 2004

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  How can something so small be so damn loud?

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  Wrote down some notes about a screenplay I just started. I keep writing myself into a rut these days. Not sure if I communicate things that well. My xanga is a very good indicator of my writing style; absolutely awful.

  This blog has such good content, though. Writing about wrestlers, sex, and asshole-isms is as classy as writing about a gorilla's testicles. Actually, maybe even more so.

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  Movies should be insightful, but they need to be entertaining first. I think my goal when scripting/making a movie is for it to be funny, bittersweet, sexy, funny, and funny. Basically it should just be good.

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  When I write sex scenes, I write them as funny. Sex in real life is funny. It always is funny after the fact. We make the weirdest faces when we have orgasms. Trust me, I know. I took a picture of my face during climax once, and once the photograph developed I couldn't stop laughing for days.

  If you are thinking about taking a picture of yourself, you might want to think it through. Don't use a clunky SLR tied to a remote. My girlfriend was kind of freaked out when she saw it. She also couldn't stop laughing throughout our love making, but I doubt it was because of the camera. She always does that.

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  To Me:

  Some notes on characterizations...

  In high school, nerds, the speech team, and artsy fartsy drama club members are the only ones who regularly incorporate sentences when they talk. That's why no one listens.

  Use more slang, old man.

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  When I was in high school, I was pretty quiet. There was a lot I had that no one had. No one knew. That was the best part of high school. Which is to say I was fairly unpopular.

  The main character is unpopular.

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  Looking back, the quality of sex in high school was terrible. It was the thrill from the freshness of sex that was crazy and drove me to do awful things.

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  This movie had better be funny, Peter.

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