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.
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