Action!

(Mall shopping bystanders watching the filming take place. The directer is the man in the yellow hat while the stunt men are the men on the left. This scene is where one of the stuntmen run through the table in an epic chase! I walk into the shot with my friend but step back in terror to avoid being crashed into. It's about as epic as taking a shower with your clothes on.)


3:30AM my vision returned.

Being up early is different sometimes. It makes me feel as if my entire perspective of the world during the day was limited to my sights of shortcomings, tiresome objectives, and tendencies to underestimate my ability to fulfill what I deem to be worthwhile.

However, I felt surges of drastically different mindives. This morning.

"Will Kid....uhhh what's a mindive?"

(Mine-Div) Noun.

It's a word I made up to describe an instance of perspective. Think of it as a way of appropriately describing the figment or sentimental mentality you once held at a phase in your life. For example: Think of how you felt in 8th grade. That entire year in a nutshell. You had your music, the way your school smelled, the way you talked, the way you walked, the people you hung out with, your influences, your habits of mind, basically--all that was you in 8th grade.

All could be reminded by a simple scent or a voice from an old friend. All traced to your mentality back then, a nostalgic turn of waves that hinted your imagination to that of which you once had.

Because I have no idea how else to describe something such as that--I made up the "Mindive" concept a year or so ago to aid with the fluency in my explanations.

....uhhh I still have no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

One day you will, Hobbit.

Anyway, the mindives I experienced this morning was unlike that of many. It was a new perspective altogether filled with hope, wonder, and an immeasurable amount of optimism I haven't felt in literally, years.

Packed in the car with my dad and my new friend Robert, we made our way to Hollywood to cast as "tourists" for extras in the premiere first episode of season 2, NCIS.

It was quite amazing.

Robert and I hung out basically the entire 12 hours; breakfast was filling, lunch was fantastic, and sandwiches and fruits were all offered during the day. I ate so much, I couldn't tell whether I was full or not anymore--so I continued to think that I was hungry just so that I would eat MORE. (I'm skinny, I think a little extra weight wont hurt me)

We made jokes at all the Hot Blondes we saw at the public mall (where the shots were filmed), made inside jokes of all the peculiar things we witnessed on set, and were privileged enough to see actually professional stuntmen jump off of mall bridges and run through crowds with small fight scenes meshed in between.

I learned a lot today about how production works, spent a good amount getting more acquainted with my new friend, and ate. A lot.

So after a day's "hard work" earning $144, we all packed into the car and headed home.

Arrived on set: 6AM

Arrived at home: 9PM

Mood: Tired-as-fuck

But I can't kill the day without shedding the memories on this medium of storage.

By the end of the century I'll be dead; but these memories will rerun themselves perpetually. Until meaning overlaps meaning.