Tired. Real Tired.

Just got home.

Woke up at 4 to drive near Hollywood to film my first stuff as an extra.

Made $88.00 today.

We were all made to look like high school kids at a high school graduation (yes, I know, 3 weeks and I'm already reliving it!) and we also had a dodge ball scene where I got to kick some ass. Damn there were some cute chicahs there that totally looked my age but really were in their early twenties. Heh.

Well, you might think it doesn't sound much but it took a total of 11 hours including an hour break for lunch.

I have to get up early tomorrow too to car pool and then make it to my next set on time.

Woot?

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Sometimes he doesn't know what he's fallen into, but it's alright. We all rarely ever know what we really get involved in, until we reap the rewards or until it's too late.

It's easy being alone afterall, there's a certain dignity to it. They say solitude can be the salt of personality. Personally, I love salt.

I've been reading through his past electric journals and find that I continually have to look up various words that he's used. He must have written them under a different aperture. But how?

Oh well.

If you were hoping for something insightful, meaningful, humorous, or something even remotely worth your reading; you've stopped at the wrong blog traveler.

How's a good book sound?

BACKGROUND!!!

I woke up early today and surprisingly--didn't feel like complete shit!

Worked some weights, ran some miles, rapped some lines, and then went job hunting with my pa. Now that stuff wasn't so hot, but hell, responsibility is responsibility. And I need to get one fast.

Oh wait--I did!

That's the great news about today--

1: I got a callback from yogurt factory, as they are hiring and wanted me in for an interview,

and a big fat

2: My dad helped me book Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday to film in Hollywood for a movie and a production.

But Kid Will! you must be lying! that sounds too good to be true!

Well, I'm an extra. A background actor. But it's still just as exciting! I get paid minimum wage but if I'm on set more than 8 hours I'll be paid overtime (which is like double for all you kiddies who aren't familiar). I am very excited!

Only thing I'm not looking forward to is the two hours drive to Hollywood...

But other than that, I'm feeling great. I mean, it's like a paid internship. I'm interested in film and I get to be on set with real actors, real crews, and basically the real stuff. Life is good. Ya know, I think one day I'll put my dad in a really really really nice retirement home in the future. It will have a pool. And maybe a bingo room.

...maybe.

Do it. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.

It's easy to type this.

It's also easy not to type this. This bothers me. It's easy to make the decisions, to make the friends, to love your close ones, to work out what you need to, but just the same it's all too easy to let it all pass.

Today I think was rather productive. I learned the entire F.C.P.R Remix song on guitar and Amazing Because it Is as part of my little quota to learn an acoustic and an electric song every week. I felt like a happy little 3rd grader writing it on my white board; like when your kindergarten teacher used to put a golden star by your name when you did something good.

But Will Kid! I never got a golden star by my name!

Hah Bitch! I laugh at you.



(...no but really, I didn't either, but that doesn't stop me from redeeming myself 12 years into the future)

I realize that to engage in something you're truly interested in and passionate about, time flies out the window like gorilla feces at a rough zoo. It's just how it works. Which brings me to my latest aboriginal self-assertive theorem:

That perhaps passion's only measure is time; whereby all else in between is consciousness.

BUT KID WILL I DISAGREE!

No.

You don't.

In fact, you love this theorem.

You love me.

Now you are getting sleepy.

Very sleepy from reading these equally spaced out words.

You close your mouth because it was slightly open.

You get itchy.

Yes.

yes.....

You will comment after you read this blog and say: " Yes, I love the theorem."












So that's basically I draw this from those times (as I'm sure you're quite familiar with if you're a human being) where I would be drawing or doing something artistic or doing god knows what I was passionate about, and before I knew it--I had been sitting there for hours, concentrated. It's as if time had no play it in at all!

Take for instance, the very top MAGNIFICENT douche bag looking picture of myself you are able to marvel at whenever you visit my page. It was a direct result of such a phenomenon.

2009, December 31, New Years Night.
I found myself playing with the effects of Paint Shop Pro. I sat there working on that picture just for the fun of it at 8pm. Working and working, experimenting, being frustrated, discovering, wide-eyed (O_O) , imagination wandering, high event reward giggles of grandeur as I bent effect after effect and manipulated pixel after pixel. Soon I checked the time and it was 12.

In the fucking afternoon.

Where did the time go? I have no fucking clue where it went. But the hours I spent editing and modifying (forget the fact that it was my fat face I was slimming down!) a picture using a wonderful piece of technology were just sucked into all what I can remember as a few minutes...

Maybe life should be this way.

Would you rather spin through it with passion or drag it along in misery?

Seems to me that those with passionate misery have it made.

The Faster You Go, The Faster You Go.

So I logged on today ready to bitch at everyone else for not blogging. But just about everyone (save the fatty) HAS blogged, so this has been a successful failure.

Today I saw Karate Kid (Remake) with Courtney and it turned out to be a pretty coold movie. I did NOT see the ending coming; they really put an epic move on it. So if you haven't seen it yet, although I don't exactly agree with the format of the movie, the ending gives in a pretty good kick. I also learned the Courtney was in an Indie Movie. B.A.

My dad and my sister are in hollywood making money being extras.

I'm still trying to be productive.

I need a job.

I need a weight bench.

I need a pony with race stripes and a red ribbons.

I need to stop needing things....

OR DO I?

Certain of Uncertainty

First week past graduation has been an indeed, interesting one.

I spent Monday-Wednesday in Vegas with my uncle, aunt, and cousin, saw Toy Story 3 (one of the best I've seen), attended a Grad/B-day party, and read a book about a Hungarian/Jewish girl's experience of the Holocaust.

Let's build some momentum for the rest of my life, shall we?


(Check out the bits I taped together!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBbKVKmJS98

Sectum Semptra

Yes, more Johnny The Homicidal Maniac. I added all the color to this one in experimentation (as it was a black and white sketch from a fan-art website) Interesting eh?

I do suppose it might be rather unhealthy to immortalize a fictitious serial killer from a comic book by marveling at his character every chance I get. Oh well, it's summer and I'm stupid, put two and two together.

Today I couldn't stand being left alone for a day. I just needed to prioritize and organize what thoughts I had and to figure out what needed to get done. I would go job hunting again but I think I'll apply to more jobs after I come back from Vegas (Wednesday) with my Uncle, Aunt, and cousin Reece. It should be a pretty fun trip; I hear we're going to see blue people who play instruments. I've heard stories of them. Legends, in fact. I'm sure I will returned to Temecula a new man.

I did something pretty extreme today in my "WHAT NEEEDS TO GET DONE?!?!?!" craze. So I created a weekly chart and a legend of activities represented by letters and drawings that I felt I should engage in to reach long term goals. Nerdy? Fuck yea. But It's better than sitting around or watching porn all day long. Meh. You know, porn is a lot like a game of golf. But I'll get into that some other time.





So There it is. Over my magnetic whiteboard. The musical note represents that today, I took the time and was able to memorize chords and lyrics from a song and was able to ''perform'' it.

I have quotas that I've set to reach by the end of the week; this way I can keep track of how productive my days/weeks are at ease with a fat visual in my room. Yes, that is tape, and the "Today" tag is a note card taped to a magnet.

Examples for symbols include some representing days I've worked out, earned cash, researched the Stock Market, read x amount of pages from important novels (because all novels I read must be important!).

"Holy Shit Kid Will, you need a life!"

And I'm well on my way there mother fucker.

Well on my way there.

JUST DO IT!

You know, if you force yourself to do something everyday for a month, it becomes second nature.
Scientific studies have proven this; thus forms the habit.

Of course, I had to try it myself--so I tried what I always hated doing--flossing before bed. Interestingly enough, in the end of my month's experiment I found that after brushing my teeth I felt empty inside if I didn't floss before going to sleep.

I guess you can program your brain after all.

Comes of course, an interesting question. Can this be equally applied to the greater things in life? Lucrative habits, investments, constant success, weekly exercise, etc.? I mean, imagine if simply being successful and being determined at anything was as natural to you as is breathing. It is entirely possible, I'm sure.

The practice is simple.
However, simple and easy are two very very very very different sides of the triangle.

Will-Kid, why a triangle?

What did I say about trifle questions bitch!?

The Way

All the lights are out.

I guess high school is over.

I guess I have a lot to think about.

I guess I need to get a job, plan ahead, and get down to business.

I'll sleep for now; we'll see what tomorrow brings.

I Didn't Know You Knew That I Knew.

I had thought that I needed a fancy camera to capture moments.

Hah! Cellphones = Top gear of the century ^.^

Woke up today utterly confused because my Alarm clock was shouting for me to get up.

"WAKEUP WAKEUP WAKEUP1!!!!!!!!"
"HUAH? WH---WHAAA!?"
*Shoots Alarm Clock In The Face*
*Rubs eyes sleepily with gun-powder stained fingers*
*yawn*
"Oh yea...Graduation rehearsal!"

It wasn't that bad at all; I'm so excited--but only for one thing!:

I get to throw my cap in the air.

"Wow really Kid Will? Why might you be excited about that?"

Because on a Sunday evening in front of my house, Ewa Beach, Hawaii, 2003; 4th Grade little me, threw my hat in the air. Telling myself "When it comes down, it'll be a high school graduating hat." As if in some cheesy movie where a little boy throws his hat into the sky to have it transformed into a falling graduate's cap 8 years later, graduation day.

"...You're really bored huh?"

You don't know the half of it bitch! I would keep yearly checks on myself.

"Is it time yet? Nope...still in sixth grade..."

"I'm in damn 8th grade, I have forever to go..."

"Sophomore summer...HURRY THE FUCK UP!"

"Wow, check out those seniors rehearsing for graduation. Next year it'll be me. I can't wait..."

"Is it time? HOLY SHIT IT'S TOMORROW!!!!"

So fuck yes; I am waiting to throw that god damned hat in the air the hardest and farthest I'll ever throw anything in my life, save perhaps the newborn baby from my future wife should I find out that I am not the legitimate father.

So, today was overall quite adventurous.

I had lunch with some of my fellow seniors after rehearsal and stopped by Barnes and Noble to read some chapters from:


"HOW TO SCULPT YOUR BODY LIKE A MAN"

It was quite interesting actually. Here are some very helpful tips I picked up if you too wish to sculpt your body like a man.

• A cardio workout in the morning, as soon as you wake up burns up to 300% more body fat because your stomach is completely empty and not breaking down shit.
• Overworking your body (usually longer than an hour) has diminishing returns and often eats away from your muscles.
• If you are feeling sore the day after your workout--you should have a recovery workout (the same workout but 50% in weights/quantity) to clean-up the lactose acids in your muscles--preventing you from feeling "stiff"
• Weight training should be held at least one hour AFTER you wakeup due to the fluid buildup in your spinal discs during sleep; giving them an hour to empty out.

"MY GOD KID-WILL! MY MIND IS BLOWN WITH THIS GODLY KNOWLEDGE! HOW CAN I EVER REPAY YOU!?"

Money. And lots of it.

And your first born child.

So anyway, afterward I went to hang out at Cameron's house with Courtney, Stephen, and Megan and we all played COD for about an hour before going out on an adventure.

But wait--Stephen and Megan abruptly decided to leave.

Those rancid sausages.

Wienies. Hassletoffs. PEBBLE THROWING HAMCUTTING FISH SEWING TOE PAINTING GRASS CUTTERS.

So whatevs! It was just Cameron, Courtney, and I.

We went into a sewage tunnel with flashlights--but had to turn back because much to our inconvenience and utter dismay--the other half of the tunnel turned out to be flooded. It smelled like $hIt and by the time we were out, we were covered in cobwebs.

Yep.

"But Will Kid, why would you--"

Don't ask trifle questions bitch!















Afterwards we started to climb trees. It's been forever since I ever remember climbing a tree but it was quite an experience. The rustling of leaves by the high winds, the gentle sway of the tree itself. It felt safe to be up a tree. It felt peaceful. And it felt amazing--that a small creature like myself can climb such an old organism and feel right at home.

Eventually we later explored different parts of Cameron's neighborhood and discovered wild strawberry and blueberry growth and decided to eat them.

It was good.

Eventually, we all parted ways and I ended up in my house. Practicing singing. With stolen youtube videos of people running vocal exercises that I so cleverly ripped and converted into a mixed, coherent mp3 on my ipod.

In other words--I'm a loser.

But heck, I got to step into a man-made shit pipe as well as eat wild berries off of mother nature's arms.

Graduation, here I come.

Get Back Bitches.

I think I've got most of things down.

I'm going to start planning out my days nowadays. There's too little time to prepare for what's to come, I'm sure.

Yesterday I did a lot of vain shit but something happened. As I lay on my bed, basking in vacant thought, idleness, and sloth--something just fucking hit me. I didn't even think-- I propelled off the bed and, like an excited little kid, started enthusiastically cleaning my room. I opened all my windows, picked up all my shit and installed another bulletin board to the wall with some screws I found in the garage. Then I sprayed some strawberry Lysol around my room and felt like a different person completely. It's weird what a different scent about an atmosphere can do for you.

I wrote how many hours were left in the day on my white board and decided what to do with each of them.

I sat down on my now clutter-free desk and wrote in a notebook what I wanted in the long term, and wrote what I was going to do in the short-term to achieve those little 'goals.'

I was on a fucking mission; because there's been a voice screaming inside me:

Work your ass off. It's time to do it.

Yah.

Today was like puppy dough.

I woke up around 9AM and decided: "You know what Will, you should work out today" so I wrote out what I was going to do on the board and made it law for me to finish it before I could erase it. So I did it. Ran a good 2 miles too on the nature trail before returning home; it's been 6 months since I've ran more than a mile. (My broken leg can take the credit).

Went to Chaparral to pick up my Cap and Gown, and left just as the bell rang to the death of 5th period. Went job hunting and then invited a bunch of the kids to lunch with Josh Lam and a bunch of other Asian friends.

Out of the kids, only Courtney could come though; which is fine because she's a smart mutha jump and it's fun talking about philosophical questions. So we all pigged out at Asian Seafood Buffet.

Afterwords I bought a scary clown to scare my sister with at the thrift store and Courtney bought 2 wine glasses for God knows what reason.

Dropped her off and continued job hunting.

Ended up in Ohana's to ask for a job application but was rejected. A customer later approached me as I left, giving me his cellphone number and suggesting that I could work for him as a full-time Ninja Assassin. I gladly accepted.

No but really, he wanted to offer me a job in setting up steel barricades for events such as concerts and what not. I said that I would most certainly consider it.

So basically I have a job opportunity right in my hands. He even offered to pay me for training.

"Got any muscle?"
"Yea, I've been working on it."
"Just remember, it's the brains the count."
"Yes sir."

Interesting time.

Interesting day.

Graduation should be good.

Know Too Little, Want Too Much

The title says it all baby cakes.

I just want to do everything while I'm young, before I turn into a wrinkly 30 year old.

"But 30 is still pretty young!"

No! 30 is 20 years from 50 which is 10 years from 60 you blind sonuvabitch! What's wrong with you!?

I want to study philosophy, psychology, sociology, our economy, biology, technology, radiology, religion, physics, chemistry, mathematics. I want to major in English so that I may express my ideas more fluently. I want to learn how to play all those damn instruments, write lyrics, sing, compose, act, dance, film, direct, produce, edit footage, travel, take up photography, embrace other cultures, learn a new language, climb fucking Mount Everest, write books, sketch, paint, learn how to do those cool tricks those fuckers do on skateboards, sculpt, design structures, interiors, outfits, learn how everything works from computers to cars to why we revolve on an
axis and why we're so damn awesome as a species.

Put simply, I think I want to do everything.

"Tough luck mutha fucka! The real world will confine you to a job in a cubicle, a paycheck to paycheck life style, and spoiled grandchildren!"

True. I'll see what I can do now though.

I suppose I'll focus on film in this life primarily then.

I mean, there will always be others...

Rhett Trip Beu Shun

Hells bells are chiming once again,

on a backdrop of blood.

Nobody can hear them. Nobody can see them.

But I know it's up to no good.

"Deter deter," comes the wind that warns,

to your deaf ears anyway;

but when the bells end and it's too late

it's your conscience you'll betray.

Pick anything. It's life.

Lately I've had obsessions with:

Johnny The Homicidal Maniac.

There's just something so compelling about his character. The fact that he kills but believes that victims shape the killer long before the act, and how society plays into the role of suppressing individuals until finally they implode.

I want to buy all of the comics.

Jhonen Vasquez is a truly amazing artist and really captures that twisted spirit so many fans have come to love. I had been a fan of the logo for well over 6 years before I finally found out that it was actually an entire series.

Okay that's nice, now how was your day willy wonka?

It was like fire. Just eating everything in random directions. Well, I s'pose I didn't eat everything but I just looked around and took in high school as it was. It's just one of the last days. It'll all be over soon.

I got home at around 2:40

What the fuck? I can't even get out of the parking lot at that time! How do you do it!?

Selling my body, and lots of drugs--I just drive away 5 minutes before because that's when Dance ends!

So Will, you got home early, you must have had a lot of work!

True. I got home.

1. Fell asleep.
2. Woke up at 6.
3. Played starcraft.
4. Went on facebook.

And here I am now.

I'm fucked.