Just like Aisling, my life is an indie movie. Hell, you could probably use my life as the basis for a few indie movies. They might overlap a bit, but they’ll all have different central themes and motifs.
But why do I bring this up now? Well, I’ll tell you my good person. My life is currently developing the basis for another indie movie, as we speak! This one is more about self-awareness, existentialism and maybe some growing up.
In this movie, I question my place in life as I move off to college to, basically, start the rest of my life. But what is the rest of my life? Where is life going to take me? What is my purpose? These are some of the titillating questions that will be asked in the movie. They won’t be literally asked, obviously. But they’re questions that I internally ask myself. I’m not sure if I should have inner monologue or not…Hm.
There might also be a bit of romance. But if there is, it won’t take away from the main focus; in fact, it will probably add to the theme of self-discovery as I learn about relationships and romance and all sorts of things. Maybe I will open up my vulnerable heart only to have it crushed! Who knows; we have to wait and see how this movie unfolds.
Perhaps I’m a bit overly dramatic and angsty and I glamorise things in my head, but I think I’m onto something here! And I’m pretty sure a low-budget film crew should follow me around as I deal with life, because I’m basically the perfect indie kid for indie movies. Like, Michael Cera but more awkward, introspective and insightful.
I decided it had been too long since my last vlog. I also decided that I absolutely hate poison ivy. It is terrible. Don’t get it. It’s the reason I am scratching myself a lot in this video, and looking like a weird, itchy guy.
I keep seeing a commercial for a phone (whose carrier I can’t remember; I thin it’s T-Mobile?), and the main selling point is voice texting. I.e. you say “Text Josh. Hey Josh you are super awesome. How do you do it?” Or…something like that. I’m not entirely familiar with how it works, but the IMPORTANT part you need to remember is that you say your text messages.
Now, there’s more than one phone with this capability. And I think you can get apps for the Droid and maybe iPhone to allow this feature. So I guess it’s becoming kind of popular or whatever. And I can see the convenience: Texting while driving is a problem, so voice texting could be really good. But, that’s not even how they advertise it. It’s two brothers, on two different boats, just using voice to text to text message each other.
Outside of driving, I can’t see WHY you would use voice to text AT ALL. It seems terribly inconvenient, since one of the plus sides to texting is that the people near you don’t know every single thing you’re communicating. Here is an example of how voice texting could go horribly wrong:
You: Text Joey. Hey dude I’m with this total asshole right now. What’s up with you?
Friend: Um, I’m right here. I can hear you.
You: Oh, no no no. I’m not talking about you. I have a tapeworm. I’m talking about my tapeworm. He’s an asshole. He eats all my food.
Friend: Oh…okay…I guess.
You: Yeah. Hold on, I got a text. Text Joey. Haha I just told him I have a tapeworm. He totally fell for it. What a stupid asshole. How stupid can you get?
Friend: Okay, you’re definitely talking about me!
You: NO! I’m uh…I was talking to the leech on my chest. I was telling him I have a tapeworm, which, I…don’t…um, yeah.
Etc. SEE? Do you see how easily that could have been avoided by texting with your FINGERS? Here is another example:
You: Text Jimmy. Dude, I got the cocaine and vodka. Our faces are gonna melt off tonight! It’s gonna be AWESOME!
Mom: Did you seriously just voice text someone about cocaine and vodka right in front of me?
You: Oh. No mom. Cocaine is powdered sugar and vodka is vegetable oil. We’re donuts tonight. And, the heated oil is going to melt our faces off.
Mom: Are you kidding me?
Once again, you could have easily avoided inadvertently telling your mom that you’re doing cocaine and drinking underage if you had just texted normally.
So remember kids. Unless you are driving, DON’T USE VOICE TO TEXT. It can have devastating effects!
Exciting news! My grandparents gave my mom some stuff from when I was a kid! (They were apparently storing it for her…? I really don’t know why they had it.) It includes such things as some books I had, a baseball glove, some little shoes and some things from school. The important thing here is the things from school. You see, among these things are my first grade journals.
I don’t really remember a whole lot from when I was that young, so I decided to look through my journals a bit and see what I was like. Well, I made a few discoveries. One, I was a very bad speller. (This really gives me a new perspective on my 7 year old sister. See, I thought I was a good speller when I was her age, so I expected the same. Turns out I sucked, so now I know I shouldn’t expect so much from a little kid.)
Two, I had horrible handwriting. This hasn’t changed, really, although my handwriting has improved. A bit.
But, best of all, three, I was a really weird (awesome) kid. As in, my thoughts and thought processes must have been absolutely ridiculous. My journal is like a gold mine of lols. I don’t know if I should periodically just throw up pages from my journal (’cause there’s a lot) or if I should just put a couple up now. If you guys like this, I’ll keep showing you my awesome journal entries.
Without further ado, two of my journal entries from the first grade:
“My amazing machine is a time machine and an apple maker.” For some reason, I thought it would be a great idea to have a machine that not only transports you through time, BUT also makes apples. Although I seem to have drawn an apple tree that is dropping apples onto a conveyor belt, so I don’t see where the apple making comes in? I can only theorize that it was actually a machine that made things from apples. Like apple sauce, apple pie, apple strudel, apple laser guns to fight off danger when I travel back in time, etc.
“Inside a deep dark cave a t-rex lives with a dragon and he lives with a pterodactyl.” In this illustration, I demonstrate my knowledge of animals that live in caves. And I think I was on to something as a kid. See, dinosaurs (and dragons I guess) didn’t die out. They just moved. To caves. Deep, dark caves. And no one knows about it, because the t-rex eats everyone that comes in the cave, as you can see in the picture.
