Trust, inspiration, jack off cash
So I realized that I do very much have trust issues. Fucking slightly jarring and not quite traumatic childhood. But I'm working to get over them. No mushrooms for Rick for a good long while.
I had a moral dilemma toda buying paper. I ran out of 100% post consumer recycled paper, and no where around campus had any. The closest was the ASUC with 30%. Fuck that shit, I want it all post-consumer recycled. So then I went to Costco, and found a ream of 800 sheets for $5.99. I realized that 500 sheets of 100% post-consumer recycled paper is going to run me $6.99 easily. Sigh. I caved, and bought the paper, but I'm thinking of returning it, as I haven't opened the package yet. I need paper, but maybe I can just get the 30% from the ASUC now, and when I have a chance get the 100% in bulk from Office Max or someplace.
I hate how things as small as this gives me trouble. I h ave moral dilemmas when I clean my room, as it's easier to just trash all the garbage, but instead I sift through to find mixed paper to recycle. Stupid hippy ideals.
I did get hit by a brick of inspiration this afternoon. I want to shoot a video to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day, and set it up to deal with either homophobia or racism. But I want to have a clever twist with the video, so it starts up, and you're expecting one thing, then suddenly everything flips on its head and you're in a different world. We'll see if a)I can get a shooting script/storyboard together, and b) I can find actors. I have a camera, I have lights, and I have a mic to use, but I don't have the time. At least not right now. But maybe during Winter Break?
Eh, too much stuff to do, too little time. I also need a job. Winning a snowboard is costing me money. I'm kinda hesitant to spend $300 on bindings, boots, and goggles and stuff, but I feel like if I don't just spend the money now, I'll regret it later. ARG! If only I wasn't a slut and I had a surplus of money from donating sperm...
Actually, I think I should call them again. They told me to come back if I stopped sleeping around. And even though I didn't, I know what they want to hear this time, so maybe things will work out. I probably shouldn't say that, but whatever. Like the sperm bank people are going to read my blog...(I hope not, cuz THAT would be scary).
Okay, time to sleep. Night!
I had a moral dilemma toda buying paper. I ran out of 100% post consumer recycled paper, and no where around campus had any. The closest was the ASUC with 30%. Fuck that shit, I want it all post-consumer recycled. So then I went to Costco, and found a ream of 800 sheets for $5.99. I realized that 500 sheets of 100% post-consumer recycled paper is going to run me $6.99 easily. Sigh. I caved, and bought the paper, but I'm thinking of returning it, as I haven't opened the package yet. I need paper, but maybe I can just get the 30% from the ASUC now, and when I have a chance get the 100% in bulk from Office Max or someplace.
I hate how things as small as this gives me trouble. I h ave moral dilemmas when I clean my room, as it's easier to just trash all the garbage, but instead I sift through to find mixed paper to recycle. Stupid hippy ideals.
I did get hit by a brick of inspiration this afternoon. I want to shoot a video to "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day, and set it up to deal with either homophobia or racism. But I want to have a clever twist with the video, so it starts up, and you're expecting one thing, then suddenly everything flips on its head and you're in a different world. We'll see if a)I can get a shooting script/storyboard together, and b) I can find actors. I have a camera, I have lights, and I have a mic to use, but I don't have the time. At least not right now. But maybe during Winter Break?
Eh, too much stuff to do, too little time. I also need a job. Winning a snowboard is costing me money. I'm kinda hesitant to spend $300 on bindings, boots, and goggles and stuff, but I feel like if I don't just spend the money now, I'll regret it later. ARG! If only I wasn't a slut and I had a surplus of money from donating sperm...
Actually, I think I should call them again. They told me to come back if I stopped sleeping around. And even though I didn't, I know what they want to hear this time, so maybe things will work out. I probably shouldn't say that, but whatever. Like the sperm bank people are going to read my blog...(I hope not, cuz THAT would be scary).
Okay, time to sleep. Night!
posted by Ri.S.K. at 1:18 AM
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