"Even if it means taking a chubby, I will suck it up"

Today continued in a string of sucessfully satisfying days. The only thing that undermines the great fun had today is the fact that it won't be like this ever again. Change is constant but in my experience it hasn't been as equally rapid. The video is this close to being done. I'm holding my fingers pretty close together right now. It's about that close.

"Dear Greg, thanks for not hurting us. - The Pins"

Kickace night. First off we kicked it troubador style down at the Stone. Jordan picked up $15 in tips strumming the guitar while Mr. Darcy and myself had the thankless job of writing the lyrics. Then J. Mo and Ms. Darcy came up and we went down to the alley and knocked some pins down. Except for me. I did the Charlie Brown walk of shame more than a couple of times as I recieved the nickname "Gutterball Greg". The video is crossing the finish line but I still need some specific shots. Anyone in UIL that's interested in participating in some 2nd unit pick-ups can drop me a line and let me know. I've got less than 4 days.

"The Great Work Begins"

The run today was the most amazing thing Kingwood Theatre has ever graced the stage with. Thank God I had my camera. It was seriously incredible. Completely and deeply moving. If you didn't feel the passion before, you felt it then. In a whirlwind of emotions. It was beautiful. I've been given a Tuesday deadline for the documentary so if I stab someone between the eyes with a fork or pencil, don't hold me responsible. It's good but there's still about 7 tapes I haven't captured yet. It'll be a rough 6 days.

"Yep, I did do the nasty in the pasty"

So prom was pretty fun. The thing itself was, and always will be, an overrated song and dance with some pretty bad music choices. I had as good a time as possible though. The house was interesting. We didn't show up until 1:30 and so we all changed out of the tuxs and admired the massive colliseum that Jordan and Pat decided to grace us with in their spare time (8 hours). The night kinda ended when I started talking to Samantha and fell asleep with her. I was subsequently scolded to by one of the chaps and got in my bed. So I more or less slept through prom night. The today was mostly fun until it was over and I realized I got cooked like a pothead by the sun. It burns. Oh, it burns. I can't help but think how awesome next year's prom will be. Almost definitely moreso than this year.

"Smoking a J"

Last night was just about the best time I've ever had at any beach. Beaches in general tend to be uncomfortable to me. The sand and the wetness gets a little tiresome and headachey but last night was good. Last night was great. I had a fantastic time staying up until 7:00 AM keeping the bonfire alive and running around with burning palm trees and having an orgy with Jordan, Steven, Jennifer, Jillian, and Holly. Katie took pictures and man, are they hot. I took the last picture right as the dawn of the damn sun allowed it to finally peek its head out. And for the first time since I can remember, I wished I was on the other side of the camera. Curious.

"She smells like angels ought to smell"

Yes... Our UIL experience has died. I actually posted in length about it a couple of days ago but I made it private. It should be private. It's a private thing and that's what makes it special. The things we take away from something like that are completely our own and no one else's. It doesn't seem appropriate any other way. I did see Sin City Sunday and it was a delicious flick. It was shot on all-digital but regardless of the modern technique it was pure cinema. Absolutely the most beautiful looking film I've seen in a while. There is a bit of a guilty delight in loving it so much when you realize that the movie and the books upon which it's translated from is basically put together from culled elements of every adolescent boy's wet dream. It was complete style really detaching itself from any real world elements, but that's what the movies are for. The music in the trailer was especially kickass but alas, it hasn't been released. Not the instrumental version anyway. It's beautiful and perfect to use for any kind of video I might make in the future. The UIL doc is coming along great. It's gonna piss a lot of people off but I don't think I could make one without doing so. In fact, I believe that if from time to time I don't piss someone off while doing my job I'm not doing my job right. I'm not gonna lie, not everyone's equally represented. But I think that if everyone was, it wouldn't be a good video. It wouldn't be funny and it wouldn't hold your attention. I'm not trying to leave people out of the video and there will be at least one shot of everyone in it so nobody get pissed just yet. Last night was a good little birthday party. Good for the girls anyway. Me, Jared, and Jordan totally crashed the party and ruined everything. Yeah, we were bastards. Good thing the girls put a stop to that. Actually my highlight was when I busted out some "Your Song" while reading the sheet music for the first time. I didn't know I could do that. I was pretty hot too.

"I don’t want no part of your tight-ass country-club, you freak bitch!"

I'm bored. My ideas by themselves aren't half as interesting as they are when coupled with those of others. I'm sure many among us love the would-be music of our own voices. So let's try this. How would you, from your own point-of-view, from your age, and the answer being the product of the sum of experiences you had thus far, define that undyingly popular category of love? Reply my brains out.