More Incoherent Chatter From My Mind

I should be exercising but I felt like writing. Hello, extra three pounds.

I'm one week into my post-college life, and it's going about as I expected. I've only applied to one job, and I find myself mostly bored. Got some money, but I don't know how long it's going to last.

Lately, I've been pondering on long-term goals and all that good shit. Maybe I'll start some five-year plan. I keep telling everybody that my plan is to get a job, raise money for a budget, and make my next film. Now, all I have to do is write that film and get a job. So, this five-year plan will probably become a 50-year plan.

You may say that all of this can easily be accomplished if I A) get off my ass and look for a job, and B) get back to writing my shit. This is, as is everything else, easier said than done. Job-hunting is almost as fun as dragging your balls across five miles of cracked pavement. What's even more irritating are the constant reminders of having to get a job or how hard it is to look for one. I am now and always have been fully aware of how fucking hard it is to find a job, especially with my limited experience and that old economy of ours, thank you very much, adults that I have spoken to in recent months! Why, just this Sunday, I was talking to my former Sunday school teacher (let's call him Donatello - that's not his real name, obviously), who usually tries to converse with me by asking me mundane questions about life. He notoriously asked me every five minutes, word-for-word, "So, Jeremy, how's it going?" Yes, he's a nice and polite guy, but he's so goddamn (no irony or pun intended) boring. So, Sunday's conversation went a little something like:

Don: "So, Jeremy, you graduated college?"
Me: (mouthful of food) "Yes."
Don: "Good, now you have to get a job."
Me: (in my head) "YEAH, NO FUCKING SHIT, YOU POTATO-HEADED DICKFART, I CLEARLY HAD NO GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING IDEA THAT THAT WAS THE NEXT STEP IN MY HARD ROAD TO LIFE. FUCK YOU, YOU DIM-WITTED FUCKING SHIT BAG."
Me: (reality) "Yeah."

He's a nice guy, but he's also in his 30's (possibly close to 40's), single, and he still lives with his parents. If I become him, I may legitimately throw myself in front of a bus.

Writing is considerably more enticing, but not when I'm suffering through a creative slump. I have thought of a bunch of new ideas, but as I've learned (or not) from making my thesis film, there's got to be a certain amount of shit put into a film before it's too dull and overlong or too quick and underdeveloped. What I gathered from my screenwriting class was that we ought to get to know our protagonists so we can sympathize or know something about them. I thought I was doing that with my film, but apparently it was going on too long. Even my shorter version bored the shit out of me. I don't know if I'm trying to appeal to the general public or to myself. Clearly, it's all about quality, but how can I compete with the champions that made careers off dick/fart/cum/butthole/poop jokes?

On a totally unrelated note, I can't tell if it's me or summer movies are just getting more and more uninteresting. I really enjoyed The Amazing Spider-Man 2, despite not anticipating it as much as the others, while I was rather disappointed with Neighbors and Godzilla, two of my most anticipated films of the summer. Neighbors had its laughs, but ultimately was more stupid than stupid-funny. Godzilla, meanwhile, was just kind of dull. Sure, Big G delivers when he's on screen, but for the rest of the movie, we're stuck with like two hours of boring humans and their dullness. I'm worried about X-Men, 22 Jump Street, and How To Train Your Dragon 2 now.

Random Ramblings

A few random thoughts going through my head:

- If flying cars were a thing, would they be able to go only to a certain height, or can people basically zoom past others however they want? Could they avoid traffic? Will it hurt the airline industry if people can just fly wherever the hell they want quicker?

- I've never tried an enchilada, but I don't think I want to.

- Has there ever been a movie about somebody who wanted to become a robot to escape the troubles of human emotions? If not, then I'm jumping on that with a script or novel idea.

- Tomato juice is gross.

- I should try watching some anime soon. I might start with Cowboy Bebop since I am unoriginal.

- Jenny McCarthy is one of those women whose ability to irritate outweighs her attractiveness. And I probably just sounded like a douche writing that.

- I'm both excited and worried for X-Men: Days of Future Past.

- I should probably be studying for my art history final, but I already know I'll do mediocre so whatever.