2005-07-10 - 2:17 p.m.
I need to update this more. Know what I'm saying? It's been too long. Know what I'm saying? Are you feelin me? Know what I'm saying? I wish I knew how to edit my diary. Know what I'm saying? I'm tired of the way it is. Know what I'm saying? Ok, That's enough of that. I haven't been up to much. I'm trying to write a book and it's actually coming along nicely, believe it or not. My problem is not lack of material, it's a lack of attention span. I do better writing scripts and short stories and this is a really long book. The story is about a kid named Jeffy and his best friend Dracon Superior. Jeffy is an evil little kid and does whatever he wants and Dracon is a spoiled rich kid who may be just as evil or even more evil than Jeffy is. The summary doesn't sound that good, but I've come up with some great stuff. This is going to be an awesome book. Maybe next entry I'll write some of it down in here. The scary part is that, more than likely, Jeffy will be my kid one day and I dont look forward to having an anime obsessed, selfish little kid with razor sharp teeth. Somehow the thought is just a little unnerving.
I saw War of the Worlds the other day. I liked how, at the end, the tripod opens up and that Japanese baby from The Grudge is standing there. After that happens, he looks at the camera, goes "MEEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWW!", winks and then it goes to the credits, playing "Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill. Yep, that was some kind of awesome.
After I finish my book, I need to pitch a script to George Lucas about the lost years of Anakins Sith training. I was thinking of something like this....
Palpatine: Why dont you dance anymore, Anakin? You used to have such jazz hands.
Anakin: They got cut off.
Palpatine: That shouldn't stop you. Why, when I was your age, I used to pull my automobile up to the fashionable females of the time and blare Ella Fitzgeralg from my loudspeaker. I was even known on occasion to get out and dance on the hood of my car. You know...a nice soft shoe, a little Charelston. Perhaps a few high kicks.
Anakin: I wish I had never left the Jedi council...
Palpatine: Yes, but can they teach you to can can like I can?
So something along the lines of Palpatine whining for two hours and fourty five minutes. Hey, I'd watch it.
I just ate a little bit ago so I'm writing this, waiting for my meal to digest so I wont throw up when I go outside for my obligatory 3 hours of direct sunshine a day. I'll wilt if I dont. I've been drinking so much wheatgrass lately that I'm probably more plant than man. I need to go out there and pratice some acrobats or a few Palpatine high kicks. I enjoy wearing myself out the point where my endorphins are overwhelmingly terrific feeling. I've been doing that so much this Summer that when I dont it doesn't feel right. When it's sunny outside I feel like it's neccesary to be out there doing backflips.
Well......Here comes the sun and I say it's alright.
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