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Not much has really happened, at least anything exciting. I went to Palio's off Hawthorne and started hammering out another film script. This new one is about a paramedic in Portland. It's titled "12th & Ash" but that might change.
I seriously have done nothing but sleep in till 2pm everyday. It's very sad. I'm a lazy bum and I've had nothing to do as of late. I just go to coffee shops, read, play settlers of catan, or watch ninja warrior on tv. I don't know what to do with my life and I've only been out of college for two weeks. I'm waiting for something to happen, but what I'm actually waiting for is me getting up and looking for a job. I don't want to work. Simple as that.
Yeah so this is the point where I start to ramble, so I won't say much more than this. Somebody please give me a call or write me. I'm bored out of my mind. I'm getting desperate. Alright, it's late and I'm going to bed now. Peace out friends.
Here is some inspiration music for today:
"I Will Possess Your Heart" by Death Cab for Cutie
Everything off Figure 8 by Elliott Smith
"July, July", "Leslie Ann Levine" by The Decemberists
I can't believe the weekend is already gone. It always seems like as soon as Friday is here, it's Sunday, and I have no idea how quickly time flies by. A lot went down this weekend, so here's the recap:
Friday - I left for a rollicking good time at the beach with some friends and staying at my parent's beach house. A great combination of things so far. There were only 4 of us including myself on this night, which was still cool. We played Super Scrable, a larger version with Quad-ruple scoring words and letters. Yeah insane. A few words thrown around: Gobbet, Queer, Neutered, Damned and even Hot Date. You had to be there let's just say. We played some Rock Band and killed it. With just four of us there, we were worried that no one else was gonna show who said they would. But luckily, my friend Kersti made an appearance and then things got rolling with Balderdash, and that game made me laugh till I cried. We learned some interesting words like: Twangdillow, Queezmadam, Habboob, Malshave, and Holluschick. Yeah. Totally awesome words and I know what they all mean but I'm not gonna tell you. We had an amazing cook-out with hamburgers and hotdogs and they were straight-up sexy good. Friday ended and Saturday began with me playing guitar on Rock Band till 5:30am. My fingers still hurt, even now.
Saturday - Went to the Bakery to eat some delicious maple bars and cinnamon twists. Kersti left kinda early, around 3pm, but after a playing Phase 10 dice for a bit, more people showed up! A few of us were drinking Irish Car Bombs and got a buzz going. I was feeling good and staying level, while trying to annihilate everyone at Phase 10 dice (much better than the cards). I think I won with 485 points racked up. After that, we killed it with another round 'o Balderdash. Words this time round were: Grandgousier, Tarctate, Mushfakar, and I can't remember any others. The bombs had too much an effect on me and I sort of ruined the game. We decided Apples to Apples would be more suitable for our large number and it was a grand game indeed, like up to 8 people playing. Real fun. So Saturday was awesome, although later in the night and probably closer to Sunday, shit went down. A couple of our party were drunk and not thinking straight and tensions were confused unintentionally. One of our number had decided to up and desert us and walk alone on the beach. We had no idea where the hell he had gone and our thoughts turned towards the more dangerous and I had to be the one to yell out his name and run around aimlessly in the dark searching in vain for him. He ended up coming back with a free surfboard that he had found lying on the beach. Whether that's credible or not I have no idea. So yes, a crisis was avoided that night. I'll just say that for some people who are inclined towards depression, alcohol doesn't help. I assumed everyone was having fun, and I guess to a certain extent they were.
Sunday - Basically this was our French Toast breakfast/lunch and clean-up day. I woke around 8am to get some milk for my cereal from the local Mariner's Market. I couldn't get back to sleep after sleeping on the floor of the living room in a giant communal bed shared by five people. It was a blast. All of it. The awesome board games, the Guinness, Whiskey, and Drunkeness, Balderdash absurdity, Rock Band, Absolute Sober Terror, and Stupidity of it all. The Beach Times was a success, at least in my opinion. Sure, I know some of my friends shouldn't be drinking that much, but I can't tell them they can't do it if they wan't to. I want people to have a safe, fun time. And in the context of this weekend, we had all those things. We didn't drive anywhere. We're all good, and that's what matters. I want to do this again and I will.
It's funny that since starting this I was all excited and posting back to back for two days then stopped, so this is me making up for it with an over-long one. This is three days worth of blog so chew on it for a bit and savor it. Oh, this weekend trip and the blog I used to talk about it was influenced by:
"The Old Showstoppers" by The New Pornographers
Richard Swift
"Big Holiday" by My Morning Jacket
"Easy Plateau", "Mockingbirdsing", and "Halloweenhead" by Ryan Adams
"Florida", "Dashboard", and "Missed the Boat" by Modest Mouse
"A Song for Milly Michaelson", "Daedalus", and "The Earth Isn't Humming" by Thrice
Cool, so I'm on a steady program of updating this thing. Wahoo, cause I just know you're dying to hear about my life. What an exciting life it is indeed. Today I woke to a groggy almost drunken stupor around noon. I had intended to wake earlier, say around ten o'clock but that didn't pan out like I'd thought it would. I had some sort of plan for the day and I needed to go downtown.
I left around 1:04pm to go to Art Media to pick up some much needed art supplies. I found it relatively OK. I had to park in the Red Light parking lot next to Powell's to avoid paying for parking, which sucks in Portland a whole lot. I decided to venture into Powell's as the last time I'd officially been there had been for an Augusten Burrough's book-signing two summers previous. You can definitely loose your bearings walking into Powell's. It is staggering how gigantic that place is. Luckily, I knew what I was after. I was looking for "Through Painted Deserts", the only Donald Miller book I haven't read. I randomly got on the elevator and found myself on the second floor and I found the book in no more than a minute. It was quite surprising.
So after my Powell's excursion, I made my way six blocks away to Art Media on Yamhill. The weather wasn't too great today but it's Portland, so I wasn't expecting much. I was on a hunt for some aquabord (this really amazing watercolor clayboard that I'd worked with for a mixed media project this month). I inquired about a job but was sadly shot down, lame. This is certainly boring, no doubt. I got what I was looking for. I dropped my supplies of in my car at Red Light, then trekked to Peet's for a chai latte and cracked open "Through Painted Deserts" and spent roughly half-an-hour reading the first chapter and relaxing. I think today was a good day. I got shit done and that's all I can ask for.
I should start calling my blog the 2:30am blog cause that seems to be the time I start writing these things. Haha. I love this more than facebook. Cool, well I hope somebody is reading this. I'm going to try and add more stuff to make this at least worthwhile. I apologize now because I'm still getting acquainted with blogging. It's fun. I'll keep it up if I can. Alright, peace folks. Oh and I'll add this to the end of each post.
Jon's day was inspired by music from:
The New Pornographers - "The Bleeding Heart Show"
Modest Mouse - "Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset"
The Clash - "Lost in the Supermarket"
This is an exciting feeling. Making a blog for the first time. I'm not sure anyone will be inclined to reading the sort of drivel that I think I'm prone to writing. It's a fun experience none-the-less writing this as the only outlet I have is Facebook. I thought I'd post my musings on my life thus far and chronicle my post-college days.
Oh I forgot to tell you. I'm a college graduate now. I just finished this past Friday and graduated officially on Saturday and it feels so frickin' good! I can't believe I made it through all my classes in one piece. It was an amazing time and I'm going to miss it immensely but I'm trying not to dwell on it too much. I'm starting a new non-school chapter in my life, considering I'm finally done with school after 16 long and arduous years. That's crazy to think about.
So, moving on. I'm up late. I played a game of online Settlers of Catan a few hours ago and I won, which I rarely ever do. I watched a bootlegged version of the new Dark Knight trailer. (The absolute newest today trailer with more awesome Joker action) I'm such a fanboy sometimes. And that brings you up to date with my goings-ons. I'm tired. So tired. I'm gonna try to update my page with pics of art and things I've been tinkering with, maybe even some experimental films I'm working on. Who knows? Oh wait, I do. Well I'd better not bore the crap out of you, or whoever decides to read this. Have fun children. Good night and good morrow. Lame.
