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Thursday, July 28, 2005
Dear Die-ary........................
The Sandwich Maker
ACT ONE, SCENE THREE
This scene takes place in Johnny’s apartment. Eric and Johnny have just got done smoking some marijuana and are awaiting the pizza they ordered for dinner to arrive. Eric is playing video games, and they talk.
Eric:
Did you hear about what happened yesterday? The fucking police tried to do a clean sweep of downtown, pulling over every suspicious looking person they could find.
Johnny:
No shit? Did anybody we know get arrested?
Eric:
Naw, no one I know of anyway. They did pull over this group of kids though. The funny thing was that these kids weren’t doing anything wrong. They were just standing there.
Johnny:
That’s the cops for you, sometimes they just have to be windbags, or assholes depending on who you ask.
Eric:
Laughs
Yeah, just like most people in this city!
Johnny:
Laughs, then looks at his watch
The pizza-dude has got three minutes; I don’t know if I can wait that long! I’m fucking stoned and I’ve got the munchies from hell!
Eric:
Right now I’m so hungry I could eat my right shoe!
Johnny:
Same here man!
Eric:
A pause You ever wonder what it would be like if you were rich and famous?
Johnny:
Yeah, sometimes. Why?
Eric:
I was just thinking, how would we be different if one of us made it rich?
Power, prestige, wealth, these things change a person. I guess that is why I don’t like rich people that much, those who have made their own wealth can sometimes be all fucking high-and-mighty. They look at people like you and me and they say, “Wow, look at you guys! I made it rich and you guys went nowhere! You’re still low-man on the totem pole, just one notch under my boot!” If they didn’t have to work for their money though, if they inherited all of their wealth, then they’re even worse about it. They’re princes and princesses, bastards who think our sole purpose in life is to cater to their every need. Well I say fuck rich people! Who needs them anyway? Sometimes I wonder what it would be like though, to be rich. What would it be like too not have to worry about where you’re going to sleep, or what you’re going to eat? How about buying a brand new car, or being able to buy any fucking thing that you want? Sometimes I envy these people. It’s like nothing completely bothers them…except for us poor people, like they can buy their way out of almost anything. Then I think some of these people aren’t even completely human, like they don’t know what it’s like to have to face real issues. I can’t help but wonder though, would I be any different if I were rich and famous?
Johnny:
I wouldn’t mind being rich. On the other hand though, I can see what you’re talking about. I guess that’s why I want to be an actor. My drama teacher always said that there is no money in acting, but I’ve realized that there is opportunity. I like to think that money wouldn’t change us that much. Hell, if I made it big-time, we’d still be friends, right?
Eric:
Dude, you’ve been my street brother for many years now. If I ever saw you on the big screen, I would kick back, smoke a bowl, and say “I know that guy, he’s my best friend.”
Johnny:
Well, you can wonder all you want about what it’s like to be rich. Right now, all I’m wondering is where the fucking pizza-guy is at?
Both laugh
The pizza man knocks on the door, Johnny answers.
Pizza man:
That’ll be ten bucks please?
Johnny:
No problem, here you go.
Johnny hands the man his money and takes the pizza. The pizza man counts the money and leaves.
It’s about time! Dig in man!
Eric:
Yeay, FOOD!
So, what time do you want me to meet you tomorrow?
Johnny:
Ummm…..
Meet me around 3 o’clock at the deli, I should be on my lunch break. From there, we’ll go to the Department of Social and Health Services office so we can at least get you some food stamps.
Eric:
Sounds good. Oh, thanks for the pot and the pizza!
Exuant.
Posted at 05:01 pm by Weylin
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Dear Die-ary.................................
The Sandwich Maker
ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
This scene takes place cross the street from a deli. A small group of students are setting up some camera equipment in preparation for a photo shoot for their photography class. In this group are Rista, Christina, and Jamie.
Rista:
Okay, here’s a nice spot! Let’s get to work.
They start to set up some equipment.
Rista looks through a camera lens.
Hmmm…
A slight pause The sun’s going to be a bit of a problem---here, let’s move to the left a few inches---there we go! Now let’s look at the shadows…They should be okay. Alright, let’s set up the rest of the equipment.
They continue setting up equipment.
Jamie:
I still don’t understand why we need to photograph the deli.
Rista:
Because, Jamie, we need to get an Americana piece for the presentation in a few days… GOD, why won’t this thing WORK?
Rista fiddles with a frustrating piece of equipment.
Jamie:
Yeah, but we COULD have gotten a picture of that other fast-food joint, you know, the one that had the sign from like, the fifties?
Rista:
No we couldn’t have; it was at a bad angle, REMEMBER? The light from the sun would have totally screwed it up, and we wouldn’t have been able to see the sign clearly.
Christina:
Oh come on Rista, just admit it! You wanted to take a shot of the deli just so you could maybe catch a glimpse of Johnny!
Rista:
What? NO! It’s just that…well…
Come on, let’s just stay focused here!
Jamie:
Okay, fine. Let’s do this
Christina:
Yeah, it’s not like she’ll ever TELL him how she feels anyway!
Both Christina and Jamie laugh.
Rista:
Christina, how I feel is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! Now let’s just get this done, and go home! Okay?
Christina:
Sighs.
Fine!
The remaining camera equipment is set up, and the picture is taken.
Rista:
That’s it, we’re done! Let’s pack up our camera equipment and get out of here.
Christina:
I’ll go get the car.
Exits.
Jamie:
I’ll help you pack up.
Jamie goes up stage left, and starts striking camera equipment.
Rista:
Aside
Another picture taken.
Another job done.
I don’t know if I can ever tell Christina just how right she was. Her condescending words hurt me.
Still, I can’t help but be comforted. Someone knows how I feel, and what I should do!
Oh HELL! What am I even doing here? It’s not like he was even working today.
He smiles at me, but how come he doesn’t seem to notice me beyond slight glances and superficial greetings? Do I dare approach him? What is he waiting for?
DAMMIT! What am I thinking? That fast-food sign was a guaranteed A plus: this pic will be a B minus at most!
Why must my heart always take control? Oh, Christina was right! But…if only…if only I could tell him!
Jamie:
Hey Rista, snap out of it! Chrissy’s got the car and I want to go…
Rista, are you okay?
Look, everything will be fine. Johnny will be at school tomorrow and you can talk to him then, alright?
Rista:
Jamie, you are such a good friend.
The remaining equipment is struck.
Exuant.
Posted at 04:59 pm by Weylin
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Monday, May 23, 2005
Dear Die-ary................
The Sandwich Maker
The setting is in front of a building downtown. Eric sits in front of a building. Entering from stage right, and exiting at stage left are business people crossing in front of him, generally ignoring him.
ERIC:
FUCKING YUPPIES! Always thinking about their pretty little cars, and their pretty little clothes, walking around in their own little worlds!
Enter a pedestrian
Hey, can you spare some change?
PEDESTRIAN:
Sorry man, not today.
ERIC:
Alright, thanks anyway man. Have a nice day... Have a nice day my ass!
Aside
He's such an idiot! I heard the change jingling in his pocket; if not today, then when?
Enter a pedestrian
Hey, can you spare some change for a bite to eat?
PEDESTRIAN:
No, but I can spare some advice; why don't ya go get a JOB ya fucking stupid-ass bum, and quit dirtying up our streets with your filth!
Flips Eric off then exits
ERIC:
Screaming after the leaving pedestrian
Hey, screw you man! You don't know me! Youi don't know where I've been, or what I've been through! FUCKING YUPPIES!
aside
I can't believe these people sometimes! So I ask for some spare change, so what? It's not like I'm asking them to castrate themselves! So they tell me to get a job. Yeah, there we go! I'm going to get a job when I have no address, no telephone, and no GODDAMN WORK CLOTHES! Yeah, that'll work for sure! I might as well go and rob somebody!
Enter Johnny
JOHNNY:
Whats up Eric? I was just passing through the neighborhood; I figured I would run in to you, so I got you something...
Tosses Eric a sandwich
You seem a little upset man, whats up?
ERIC:
Nothing!
JOHNNY:
Nothing? Are you sure?
ERIC:
Yeah man, its nothing. Don't worry about it.
JOHNNY:
Okay.
ERIC:
...I just get sick of it, I mean...
Well, you know, you've been there. Dude, you got out of it, you got lucky. You got yourself a pad, the start of an education, food in your belly; Yeah, you really came up in the world!
JOHNNY:
I wouldn't exactly call it luck man, it was pure skill.
laughs
Well, maybe a little luck, being in the right place at the right time and all.
ERIC:
I can remember, back in the day when we were on the streets together man. We used to panhandle and dumpster-dive for whatever we could eat, or whatever would get us drunk! Now look at us man, you got all this shit going for you, and me? I'm still sleeping in the squat behind the dumpster! Man, I'm surprised that place has not been busted yet!
JOHNNY:
Yeah, that was back in the day. It had its rough spots, but I have some pretty fond memories from back then.
ERIC:
Yep...back in the day. So...how's school going for ya? Shack up with any of them fine, rich college girls yet? Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink?
laughs
Johnny:
A few here and there, nothing serious though. I've kinda got my eye on this one girl, but... I don't know how she feels about me. As for school, well, we just finished our production of "Death of a Salesman," and next quarter, we're gonna do Shakespeare's "Titus Andronicus." I think Shakespeare will be a nice change of pace from Miller.
ERIC:
Titus? Man, I just got done reading that last week at the library.
JOHNNY:
You've been reading Shakespeare? When did you start Shakespeare?
ERIC:
Not too long ago man, you know how it is when you gotta live out here. You get bored, so you gotta take advantage of whatever free entertainment you can get your fuckin' hands on. I already read most of the sci-fi and fantasy the library had, so I moved on to something a little more academic.
JOHNNY:
So, what are you looking for out here?
ERIC:
All I need is ten dollars man, JUST TEN DOLLARS! All I want to get is a bite to eat later on, some smokes, and maybe a beer. I've been sitting here for the past hour though, and all I've got to show for it it sevent-five cents. Man, people are being fucking stingy today!
JOHNNY:
I'll tell you what, why don't you come up to my apartment with me, we'll smoke a bowl and talk about your future. You see man, you have a spark. You're reading Shakespeare, and not everybody understands Shakespeare. Ever since I first met you, you were writing poetry and punk music. You have talent, I've said this too you at least a million times before. I want to help you out.
ERIC:
I...don't know man.
JOHNNY:
You always say that!
ERIC:
Well...
JOHNNY:
Well, why do you always say that?
ERIC:
I...
JOHNNY:
But-nothing man, you gotta do something...
ERIC:
I KNOW! I just don't know if I'm ready to try again. I've been out here for years, and besides, you remember what happened last time I tried to stay the night with you? Your landlord pitched a bitch-fit and tried to get me arrested.
JOHNNY:
It's not like I'm asking you to stay the night, I'm not. I just remember some of the people that helped me out. You remember Six-foot Charlie?
ERIC:
Yeah, I remember him! Whatever happened to that guy?
JOHNNY:
He disappeared for about seven months, remember? Where he went was to rehab.
ERIC:
Rehab?
JOHNNY:
Yeah, rehab. If you remember, he used to be one of Spokane's biggest Meth-heads.
ERIC:
Yeah, I remember now, that guy was crazy!
JOHNNY:
He still is crazy!
laughs
A little over two and a half years ago, I ran across him. Charlie had just got out of rehab. He was starting to get his life figured out. We wound up having a conversation similar to the one you and I are having right now. He told me a story that he once read, a story that convinced him to get his life straightened out. He said "Johnny, a long time ago, there were three construction workers. One day, on the job, lunch break was called. The first construction worker opened up his lunch box, and delighted in his tuna fish sandwich. The second construction worker opened up his lunch box, and marveled at the tastiness of his egg-salad sandwich. The third opened his lunch box, and balked at the site that greeted him. 'Aw MAN! Not peanutbutter and Jelly again! I HATE PEANUTBUTTER AND JELLY!' His friends asked, 'Well, why don't you ask your old lady to make you something different?' To which he replied, 'Old lady? What old lady? I make my own sandwiches!" The moral of the story, Eric, is that we all make our own sandwiches. We all lie in our own coffins too, think about that!
ERIC:
Yeah...Yeah, I know what you are talking about. It's just that there's alot of changing that needs to occur.
JOHNNY:
Yes, there is; and if you want change, there's alot of work you need to do. Charlie did it, and he had an addiction to work through, on top of being homeless. If Charlie can do it, hell, if I can do it, then so can you.
ERIC:
So, what happened to Charlie after he got out of rehab?
JOHNNY:
He moved on. Now he's an english teacher at evergreen university in Olympia. He even writes his own essays on the side.
ERIC:
Charlie? An english teacher?
JOHNNY:
Yeah! Kind of hard to believe ain't it?
ERIC:
Do the voices still talk to him?
JOHNNY:
jokingly
Oh, all the time!
Both laugh
So, lets get out of here, we have much to do, and a bowl to smoke.
exuant
Posted at 01:01 am by Weylin
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Thursday, May 12, 2005
This is an interesting monologue I came across today, I figured I'd share with all you theater junkies out there!
The Big Funk, by John Patrick Shanley
Austin, a man in his twenties, introduces himself.
Scene: East Village
Time: The present
AUSTIN: Hi. My name’s Austin. I believe in live and let live. I swear to God nobody believes in this but me. I’m in my house. I’m doin’ what I do when I’m not doin’ what I do. I’m an actor. And people come around, call, people try to get me to go here, do this, believe that, eat this, change my hair, change my clothes, my manners, my posture. I’ll tell you this: it don’t make me feel loved. And this is a battle. Cause people wanna tell you what to do. And they’re looking for an angle, any angle, a way in. If they find out maybe you’re a little shaky about your nose, then they’ll talk about your nose all the time. How’s your nose today? How do you feel about your nose? You must be upset about your nose. What are you gonna do about your nose? Untill you scream in their face and tell ‘em to get out of your business. Or you get a nose job. And if you do that, then they got you. This one part a you’s not you anymore. Its somebody else’s idea of how you should be. You’re on your way to becoming somebody you don’t know. A doll in dress-up clothes. I hate this fuckin’ society I wanna burn it down! But what? No. I don’t. but sometimes I feel like it’s me or them, me or society. I believe in live and let live, but society don’t. You think we live in a time where everybody does what they want? You are wrong! I am not an anarchist fuck you truly. You should talk to me. Somebody should be talking to me. Cause in me and people like me I do believe lies a better world. We don’t know how to make it make it better anymore than anybody else. But I’ll tell you the main thing about me that makes what I just said so. I am a constructive person. What’s that? Maybe it’s a hero waitin’ to happen. But there are no job listings in the paper under hero. Heroes often go their whole lives unemployed. And in a way, that’s what I hope happens. Because what if I’m wrong and I’m not a hero? I’ve never been tested. If I’m not tested, my tombstone should be carved into the shape of a big question mark. We could do something. I don’t wanna settle. We could make things a whole lot better than they are. I know! You can explain why I’m wrong. Why the streets have to be dirty and the politicians have to be corrupt and drugs and starvation, and why there’s cruelty right there in your face and you can’t do anything about it. But you’re wrong! Listen to me! I’m not wrong! We could make things better than they are. Living your life is supposed to make you weary. That’s what death is for. Rest! You can’t be lazy. You need to call up your guts. Cause it’s just cowardice to say, Oh, that’s the way things are. You can’t do nothing about that. I’m telling you, Brothers and Sisters, we could be heroes!
Posted at 02:08 pm by Weylin
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Monday, May 09, 2005
Dear Die-ary...............
Before reading this, please read the post before this one...........
A conversation with Maylene
JOSH:.............
MAYLENE: Hey Josh!
JOSH:..............
MAYLENE: Hmmmm, okay......
JOSH: I thought I asked you not too talk to me for awhile.
MAYLENE: Okay, I'm sorry.
JOSH: No you're not, if you were, then you wouldn't do it!
MAYLENE: I'm sorry, we've gotta go now!
JOSH: Funny you should bring him here, this I assume is Michael? Your new boyfriend?
MICHAEL: I think we should go now Maylene.
JOSH: Yes Maylene, I concure that you should go now. Go and tell him about how you broke up with me so that you could go back out with him!
MAYLENE: Josh, I'm sorry...
JOSH: Tell him about how you used me to bounce back from your relationship with your dickwad ex, funny how you can go out with that asshole for as long as you did, but you couldn't stand me for two months!
MAYLENE: Josh, I didn't....
JOSH: Go on and tell him about how you played mindgames with me by basically ignoring me till the very end!
MICHAEL: Maylene, we really should go now!
MAYLENE: Josh...
Josh: You know Maylene, now that I think about it, I can hardly see whatever it was that I saw in you at first. The only way I can see a remnant of it is by looking at him, and knowing that he's looking at the very same thing I saw in you at one point in time. This makes me wonder if you are not going to do the same thing to him that you did to me.
MAYLENE: JOSH, I'M SORRY! PLEASE!!!!!!!
MICHAEL: Maylene, we're going NOW!
JOSH: Yes Maylene go, but answer me one question first; did you feel anything for me?
MAYLENE: I......don't.......know........
END.
Posted at 06:05 pm by Weylin
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I'm not normally the type of guy who likes to discuss relationship problems. I am the type of guy, however, who is not afraid to show my feelings. This creates a perplexing enigma, Do I add to the stench of people unwilling to let go of their own shit by bitching about past folleys? Or do I act indifferent, and appear apathetic? I am not an apathetic guy, I do give a shit, but it hurts so much to hold on for so long. It hurts so much so, that I am forced to question why we feel the NEED to hold on to our own SHIT for as long as we do. In essence, after all lessons are learned, whats the fucking point? I say hold on to your shit only for as long as you need it, learn your lessons, learn that shit stinks, then flush the fucking toilet and move on. My next post is going to be me starting the processes of flushing the toilet called reality, and sending the excrement called life away from me so that I do not need to exist in that reality anymore. It is a fictional conversation that I wrote out in response to a random thought I had. My girlfriend had just broken up with me too go out with someone else, so I went to a local cafe to ease my suffering through socialisation. My thought was "what if she brought her new boyfriend here while I was here and tried too talk to me?" How would I react? What would I say. The text reflects how I felt, and posting it up here is like flushing the shit down the toilet, its here now, but now its gone...
Posted at 05:50 pm by Weylin
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Monday, May 02, 2005
Sooooooooooooo long since I have posted a serious entry, but what to write about? Ummmm, let me see, G.W. Bush is still an ass-monger. The stupidity of this manhas caused my attention span to wander....................What was I talking about again?
Anyway, I auditioned for, and got the part of Eddie in "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," its playing at Spokane Falls Community College on June 17th and 18th if anyone is interested, the tickets'll cost ya 5 bucks at the door and the show times are 7:30 and 11:30 at night. Anyway, thats my cheap advertisement for the day, here's to being a pawn, and staring at beautiful chicks doing homework right next to me. Hey, even though I have a girlie friend, I can still look right?
Posted at 05:30 pm by Weylin
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Dear Die-ary.............
Things you should most definately do when in Canada:
#1: Smoke a joint while walking down the street, if you didn't then it would almost be like going to Amsterdam and not smoking, it is just sacraligious if you don't.
#2: Say hi to every Canadian you come across and offer them a hit of that joint you are smoking, especially if they are wearing a red uniform with a wide brimmed hat, and horse back.
#3: Walk in to a sports bar populated with off-duty Canadian Mounted Police Officers after offering your joint to their horse-backed buddy outside, and inform them all that Molson sucks ass, and Budweiser is the King of Beers!
#4: After drinking six-or-seven cases of Budweiser.....or Molson......You can't remember after the first few, inform them all in your drunken state that whatever hockey team represents their province sucks donkey balls, and that the Spokane Chiefs (or whatever team represents your city) can KICK THEIR ASSES!
#5: Knowing that in Canada, same sex marriages are legal, drunkenly propose to the first mounty that openly argues with you about hockey teams but only if the mounty is the same sex as you (you're drunk so you may have to check).
Please note that I love Canada, and Canadians so this was all just in good fun. Hell, if you're a Canadian and feel like blasting on America, I'll probably agree with most of what you have to say.>;)
Posted at 04:49 pm by Weylin
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Monday, April 11, 2005
Dear Die-ary.....MY LIST IS BACK.....
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE WAITED MANY MOONS FOR IT'S RE-RELEASE. AND NOW, FOR YOUR PERVERTED ENJOYMENT, I BRING YOU THE UPDATED
LIST OF SHIT THAT DOESN'T FUCKING MATTER.
#1: Your relationship problems if they don't concern me.
#2: Your friends relationship problems if they don't concern you or me.
#3: How fat you are.
#4: What your fucking hair looks like.
#5: What kind of clothes you wear.
#6: How much money you have.
#7: What your job is.
#8: How you look to your friends.
#9: What kind of car you drive.
#10: Where you live.
#11: Where you come from.
#12: who you hang out with.
#13: Who your relatives are.
#14: Who your parents are.
#15: If your parents are still together.
#16: If your parents are gay or not.
#17: If your parents are hillbillies or lawyers
#18: How many fucking pets you have had in the past.
#19: The names of the fucking pets you have had in the past.
#20: Anything that has to do with your athletes foot.
#21: The rash under your breasts or balls.
#22: how many people you have fucked.
#23: the names of the people you have fucked.
#24: The brand of shampoo you use and how much better it is than mine.
#25: How you used to wet the bed as a child.
#26: How many times a day you masturbate.
#27: your insecurities relating to sexuality.
#28: Your sick fascination with mother figures, father figures or Freud figures.
#29: Your neat scars.
#30: The television shows and how they relate to your pathetic fucking life.
#31: Your favorite sexual position.
#32: How big your porn stack is.
#33: How big your fucking dick and/or boobs are (we must include male bitch tits)
#34: How fucked up you got last night and how much you didn't share with me.
#35 How many pairs of shoes you own.
#36 The name of your lame band.
#37 How cool you were in highschool.
#38 How much your lame band sounds like Type O, regardless of the fact that all it DOES sound like is prentensious self loathing goth poetry put to crappy music.....
#39. How you purposfully do not shop at Hot Topic
#40 How "completely not trendy" you are....
#41: How trendy you are period.
#42: Your opinion concerning me.
#43: Your opinion concerning how wrong you feel I am about religion, politics, philosophy, etc...
#44: How many people have seen your breasts or dick at concerts.
#45: How many people you can pick up at the bars.
#46: How many times you've smoked pot.
#47: What drugs you've done.
#48: What drugs you have not done but want to try.
#49: What your first acid trip was like.
#50: When you lost your virginity.
#51: How cool your parents were when you were in high school.
#52: What you, or your date wore to prom.
Posted at 04:17 pm by Weylin
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Current Mood: Tired, just got done working out...
Music: Currently listening to the Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack.
"I don't want no dissension, just dynamic tension..."
-Dr. Frankenfurter
The tryouts for the Rocky Horror Picture show are in less then a week and I am nowhere near ready vocally speaking. I have to start doing some vocal excersises tonight, as well as some breathing excersises. I hope I get a part though, that would be the highlight of my quarter. If I don't get a part then...NO, FUCK THAT SHIT, I HAVE TO FUCKING GET A PART. I MEAN, IT'S THE FUCKING ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW, THE ULTIMATE ROCK-OPERA.
Posted at 03:40 pm by Weylin
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