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where normal never happens

Miami Pride and Glee RPG's
I have to go to school in an hour (and i gotta skate there, but no worries its a beautiful day), I'll be editing'Period' for 4 hours, then the fun begins; this weekend me and two friends of mine are road tripping down to miami for their pride parade and festival. Tonight were having a suto slumber party and waking up extra early in the morning to drive. Should be a blast.
Also, i really wanna get into a glee RPG playing Santana, for some reason i think i could really get into her head, do her some justice. I've never played an RPG so i'm thinking it should be pretty cool if i get accepted into one.
G2G get dressed so l8ter

Bloody Hell...
it's almost 2am, i'm home and not drunk (score! no hangover when i wake up) Tomorrow, rather later today i have to deal with my uber cunt of a unit production manager, my definition of a good time? you betcha! Anyway sometime you just feel like typin, and being that i'm a bad ass and a self proclaimed hedonist that's exactly what i'm doing. Today i played the guitar and it didn't sound like complete bollocks so that's awesome. Also, since i'm locked in my apartment instead of actually going out and skateboarding i just pop a bunch of stationary tricks, and let me tell you journal it was way more fun than anticipated. Whoa just had a 'doug' moment, maybe i'll go back to the beginning and start it off with 'dear journal',haha. But whatevsies i'm goin to bed =)

so i'm officially off the grid
This weekend i'm locking myself in my apt for the whole weekend, and everyone with the exception of my roommates think im in miami. Idk exactly what i will be doing but that doesn't really matter does haha.

nothin interesting happened but i found this ....
I turned in a slow circle, surveying my surroundings. I was standing in my room; the room that I shared with Nathan, except my bed was missing. I couldn’t remember getting out of bed. I could barley remember stumbling back from Tristan’s party. I was passed out on the bed and then…then I was where I am now. Something was wrong; something besides the immediate question of what happened to my room. I felt different, disconnected, dreaming only I knew that I wasn’t, obviously. I was cold. I reached out a hand toward Nathan’s jacket, casually discarded on the remaining bed. I encountered it, but it seemed to have no texture, only solidity. As I held it, my hand began to itch, though there was no friction. Tossing the jacket back I walked into the bathroom and glanced at the mirror. A long jagged scar ran across my neck. I reached out and touched it, but I felt nothing and stumbled back. Reaching the door, I threw it and stuck my head out into the hall. Matt was walking by, reading a book, as usual.
“ Hey.” I called. “Matt, over here.” Matt didn’t respond. “Hey have you seen Nathan?” nothing. He kept walking without so much as a glance my way. I stepped out of my room, frustrated, and went downstairs. Finally, I inhaled, and realized that I hadn’t breathed in the whole time since I was in my room. I looked around surveying the familiar hallway of the apartment building lined with doors. Odd as it may seem, I felt disconnected from it all, as though I hadn’t seen it in years. Or like it had been described to me so accurately that I had formed a perfect picture in my mind without actually ever seeing it.
“Stephen!” The voice came from behind me so I whirled around and found a girl I had never seen before. If I had, I would have defiantly remembered her playful features and dark asymmetrical haircut. She looked surprised.
“ Do I know you?” I frowned at her. The surprise on her features softened and turned sympathetic.
“ No, I guess we’ve never really met, Marissa Hughes.” She extended her hand cheerfully. I hesitated a minute before I reached for it. Our hands clasped, and unlike the jacket, Marissa’s hand had softness, texture. Her name sounded familiar, and then I realized who she was and pulled my hand away.
“Marissa Hughes? The girl who died last year?” She grinned wryly.
“That’s me. Still wandering around.” I stared, aghast. Slowly, her grin faded. “Wait, you don’t know do you?”
“How am I seeing you? What’s happening to me?” My voice remained steady. She looked distressed. “ oh boy. You’re going to want to sit down for this. In fact, we should really talk in private. Your room’s empty, right?” she started up the stairs, glancing back at me, indicating that I should follow her. Reluctantly, I did so, then we arrived in arrived in my room, and I closed the door behind us. Marissa moved Nathan’s bed, and sat down, patting the spot beside her. I joined her, fear and confusion written plainly across my features.
“Marissa.” I began, “what’s happening to me?” She sighed, and looked at me sadly.
“Well the thing is… you’re dead.”
I didn’t believe her. I didn’t want to believe her. I couldn’t be dead, and yet it made do much sense. I didn’t feel alive. I reached up and ran a finger lightly across the jagged scar around my neck. I inhaled deeply.
“What can I do?” she grimaced.
“ The best thing you can do is leave.” I sank down on the floor,
“ Just leave? Where am I supposed to go?”
“Anywhere,” she said kindly. “You can do anything, go anywhere. Most people cant see or hear you. The world is your candy store.”
“It’s too much.” I lolled my head to look at her. “Marissa I cant do this.” She quirked an eyebrow at me. “ Yeah, it’s a lot to take in at once. Tell you what; lets just take a break. Do something normal.”
“ Normal like what?”
“Is that rock band I see over there?” she grinned suggestively at me. Relieved that something finally made sense to me I smiled back. “ so you want to play video games?”
she bit her lip mischievously.
“ Come on, I never played the drums before.” I chuckled and walked over to where the game was set up, and motioned for her to take her place behind the drums. The game started, and we played for hours in pretty much silence besides the occasional high five or us singing the lyrics to the song. The two of us, ghosts playing on plastic guitars and drums pressing colored buttons, and me wondering if it was possible that death can bring more complexity than life ever had.


So without fail this always happens...
I abandon my journal, i suck for it, but hey i have been abnormally busy in my defense.
Oh man i was just going over my entries and jeez i was a whiny emo twat. God i feel like that stuff happened years ago i'm in SUCH a different place now. So let's catch up, shall we?

1.) My career is really on my mind, the way i see it everything else (i.e. relationships) can fall into place later, i'm not too focused on that

2.) I'm officially a filmmaker, my first written and directed short 'Period.' is in post production. You have no idea how it feels to see something you imagine in your head come to life before you and to have it forever preserved on celluloid.

3.) I graduate in 3 months and yikes! That's kind of scary, but i'm totally ready for whatever comes. I don't expect to be anything less than successful.

4.) This new outlook on my life, compliments of a very good friend of mine really makes me happy, i'm diggin it.

5.) I have 2 weeks off from school, I'm going back home to Miami on monday for a week and while i'm there i plan to write another script to pitch. Only i don't know what about yet.

That's all i got for right now

Most Beautiful Plague chapter 1-Sink into me
title:most beautiful plague


Emily is new to roundview and is immediately attracted to the mystery that is effy stoneham.

Chapter 1

The halls of Roundview College were busy with students of all kinds. To the left of Emily were a couple of girls who looked to be chavs bickering with each other, and to the right she saw a group of guys. One of the boys had short, shaggy black hair, one had short, dirty blonde hair, and the other had curly hair. The curly haired boy was on the ground being tickled by the blonde, while the shaggy haired one looked on, somewhat bored with the scene in front of him, Emily was amused by what she saw. The bored looking one noticed Emily watching, and offered her a small smile, she did the same before retreating to her homeroom.
She was the 3rd to arrive in her class before the bell rang so she could meet her teacher Kieran and give him all of her transfer information.
“Right, sit wherever you’d like then yeah? I don’t really give a piss.” The scruffy haired teacher said as an after thought.
“Right.” Was all Emily gave, as she turned to find a seat. All the desks in the class seated two people, almost like the ones you would find in a biology class. Emily chose a desk in the back row figuring that it would be less likely that she would potentially be in someone’s seat. Emily busied herself reading the novel she had brought with her, The Holy Innocents. Not 5 minutes had passed before the class was almost entirely full. No one sat in the seat accompanying Emily, however, the shaggy haired boy who had smiled at her earlier was in the next desk over. The bell signaling the start of homeroom rang, and Kieran took roll. “Abigail Sweetin.” A blonde girl with green eyes raised her hand. “Nathan Burrows.”
“Here.” A boy with a buzz cut answered.
“Fredrick McClair”
“Oi.” The shaggy haired boy answered while raising his hand momentarily.
“Elizabeth Stoneham.” A gorgeous, frail looking brunette with piercing blue eyes and heavy eye shadow entered the room gracefully.
“Present.” The girl answered nonchantly.
“Right on time, yeah?” Kieran retorted. Emily was elated when the brunette occupied the seat next to her, she found the girl mezmerizngly beautiful, and she was defiantly the hottest girl Emily had seen at Roundview so far. Kieran Finished taking roll a few minutes later, with Emily’s name being last. Apparently homeroom at Roundview meant the teacher took roll, and the class did whatever they want until the bell for 1st period rang. The brunette sat staring out the window, Emily took the oppturnity to introduce herself, she tapped on Effy’s shoulder. The brunette girl turned to Emily as if she was broken out of deep thought.
“Sorry, just thought I’d introduce myself, since were neighbors. I’m Emily.” Emily held out her hand for Effy to shake. Effy eyed Emily’s hand, but didn’t shake it. “ Effy.” Was all the mysterious brunette uttered. Emily put her hand down. “Nice to meet you.”
Effy offered Emily a sideways smirk as a response. Emily, not wanting to bother Effy further goes back to reading her book. Effy observes the redhead for a few moments before going back to looking out of the window.
When Emily stepped into the hallway to go to her next lesson she was stopped by the shaggy haired boy. “Hi, I’m Freddy.”
“Emily.” The two of them continued to walk down the hallway. “So you’re new here, obviously, so I thought I’d introduce myself, show you to your next class maybe, if you needed it.” Emily smiled, although she thought that maybe Freddy was trying to find an oppturnity to hit on her, which wasn’t going to work since the red head knew she was a lesbian since she was 11. “That’s sweet of you, thanks.”
Freddy gently took her schedule out of Emily’s hands. “hey, we have 2 other classes together, not including lunch period. The class you’re looking for right now is just a little down the way, come on.”
Emily followed Freddy, and thanked him before he took off to his own class. Before she walked in, Freddy turned around walking backwards down the corridor. “Find me at lunchtime, yeah? I’ll get you introduced to some proper mates of mine.”
With that, Emily went into her class.

so i havent updated in about 3 weeks
 hmm for the sake of not letting this be long im gonna give you a cliff's notes of whats been goin on.....
-me and cheery=dunzo, and im okay with that
-since we've been over the girl dept has been pretty awesome for me here in orlando
-still a poor college student but thats okay,being poor builds character....i hope =)
-shooting my movie on the 19th & 20th, excited to direct for the first time
-shooting commercial on the 15th & 16th, should be cool
-took a digital cinematography exam, hopefully i passed
-taking a directing final soon, no doubt im gonna pass
-family came up here for a vacation had to act straight for 2 days...it was horrible
-got laid...twice (same girl)
-went to a sweet concert at the house of blues to see shut up and dance,partied with the band,they are so cool
-partied with shauna from shut up and dance last night/she beat me at beer pong the first time,i got her back a couple of games later,owned the table for a couple of games
-woke up drunk...took a long nap, woke up about an hour ago

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secret cheery language
 i think me and cheery had our first semi argument last night over face book. i say semi argument because 15 mins later she commented on my status about star wars and then i asked if she was still mad @ me and said she was never mad.

but she said i should stop being afraid to say what i feel all the time.

then the last thing she sasid about the subject is that i shouldnt be so insecure,, it is not warranted.

so i ask, what the hell does any of that mean?!

cause if i take a chance....
my roommate's 21st bday

.......and if i hurt again. and if i let you in it could be my reckoning......

....and a beautiful girl can do the ugliest things to your heart



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