tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36470642024009944232024-03-04T23:31:08.801-08:00Michael Castellanos!hey, i think its interesting.Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-23210882669851033882010-10-15T00:32:00.000-07:002010-10-15T00:32:07.852-07:00Things are Brewing.Ahhhhh shiiiiiit...<br />
<a name='more'></a>Thing have been pretty busy.<br />
no time to post much.<br />
<br />
just here to say,<br />
things are going to be nuts.<br />
<br />
hells yeah,<br />
finally things are interesting again,<br />
annoying,<br />
but pretty interesting.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">- Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726103921227040086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-30022320290769633042010-09-27T01:52:00.000-07:002010-09-27T03:10:47.487-07:00</ Week One><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jWdAgj1tzXo/TKBUARo_fDI/AAAAAAAAACI/iLcCVSSOBCk/s1600/Schedule%21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jWdAgj1tzXo/TKBUARo_fDI/AAAAAAAAACI/iLcCVSSOBCk/s200/Schedule%21.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Ten days ago,<br />
I drove eight hours north, back to Angwin.<br />
<br />
Ten days later,<br />
I write to you, my dear readers.<br />
<br />
This was Week One.<br />
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<br />
Being back on the Hill is some crazy shit.<br />
Old friends reunited, many friends missing, and new friends found (okay maybe just one).<br />
But nevertheless its been great.<br />
My classes are crazy though. Take a look at my schedule.<br />
So that's what I have in store for me in Quarter One.<br />
But so far so good.<br />
<br />
I can't really think of anything to say here.<br />
My life has not really been moving forward, yet, it has.<br />
<br />
A really good friend of mine just recently had been broken up with.<br />
So I've been trying to help her out and it's totally weird.<br />
I feel as though I'm looking at my past self.<br />
Was I this bad during my breakup?<br />
I'm just telling her what not to do, so she doesn't end up as fucked up as me.<br />
Its just so weird. Everything shes going through is so like myself its driving me crazy.<br />
I know how she feels and it kills me to tell her to not hold onto hope.<br />
To give up on everything you thought was right.<br />
(Albeit her relationship lasted a few months, and mine was a infatuation span of several years.)<br />
But its painful nontheless. Heartbreak isn't something to take lightly,<br />
but sometimes the only thing you can say is,<br />
"Sorry pal, shit happens, you don't get what you want, and you probably never will, or at least not anytime soon."<br />
I dunno, I wish the best for her.<br />
I suppose that's the most I can do I guess.<br />
<br />
On that topic,<br />
I went to speed dating last night.<br />
I'm terrible at this.<br />
Although!<br />
I myself am interested in a certain pretty lady<br />
In fact a couple, (neither of them met at speed dating, mind you!)<br />
but I swear, I've only ever talked to the other girl in person like, ten times or so.<br />
But either way, both are way out of my league.<br />
One is totally different from me but for some reason I find her fantastic and we get along nicely.<br />
The other seems like just absolute fun to be around,<br />
thing is I never see her around,<br />
and pretty much every other guy she comes in contact with is like,<br />
a jillion times more charming than your's truely.<br />
Personally I have a snowball's chance in hell here,<br />
But perhaps this is just my self worth talking.<br />
Seeing as how my last relationship drove my self worth into shit.<br />
Seriously, I have the lowest self worth and self esteem right now, its crazy.<br />
What am I supposed to do with that? <br />
(some confidence-boosting comments would be nice! :D)<br />
Nevertheless, it's nice to find interest in other people .<br />
something about that just makes me feel...<br />
Well, not hung up on other things that will never happen no matter how hard I try..<br />
<br />
But either way, week one has been great so far.<br />
It really is a strange feeling being here and not hating it completely.<br />
Its a huge change from last year.<br />
<br />
I want to recap on some things I have been doing,<br />
but i think i'll just mention out the key points via imagery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I Semi-Adopted a kitty we found in the Cafeteria!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And jammed in an open field!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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We ended the week with a party in my room (327)<br />
Featuring great music, drinks of all kinds, and burgers of one kind!<br />
It was delicious, it was loud, it smelled kinda funky.<br />
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<blockquote color:="" red;="">-Note To Readers-<br />
I plan to attempt to make more frequent and time-relevant posts this quarter as well.<br />
probably more posts, most likely smaller posts about single topics.<br />
ya know, to keep things more....<br />
organized.</blockquote><br />
<br />
Tired,<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726103921227040086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-1962781125561844592010-09-20T01:59:00.000-07:002010-09-20T02:00:44.113-07:00Round Two: FIGHT!Tonight ended my last night of Summer 2010.<br />
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I've arrived back onto the <a href="http://goo.gl/maps/xfEn">Hill</a> Friday night, spent Saturday in San Francisco with a couple good friends of mine,<br />
and spent today hiking (and picking BLACKBERRIES!) in the fog with more good friends,<br />
and more hanging out with friends, games, a movie, rock and roll, and et cetera.<br />
It was a pleasant -if not fantastic- way to end my summer.<br />
<br />
Year Two awaits me with a certain sense of anxiety, apprehension, excitement, fear, and confusion.<br />
But it's nice to know I have friends to rely on this year. Even the ones who weren't last year.<br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(you know who you are, and yes you're just that awesome of a friend, help me not let us fuck it up again! i used to like having you as a reliable friend.)</span><br />
I'm looking forward to it.<br />
Which is weird.<br />
I don't like not liking this place.<br />
I know deep in my brain goo I need to move on to a better school, or something at least.<br />
I have no idea, but I hope whatever decision I make from here on out,<br />
is the closest decision to the right one.<br />
Regardless of the many wrong ones I know I'll make but enjoy. hahaha<br />
<br />
Well, I have class at 10am tomorrow.<br />
Time to hit the showers,<br />
then hit the sack.<br />
<br />
<br />
Goodnight readers,<br />
Wish me luck.<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726103921227040086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-7813633430332285912010-09-12T03:56:00.000-07:002010-09-13T18:29:38.472-07:00The Return ofLadies and people. It certainly has been a while.<br />
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I have been keeping myself busy entertaining myself these past couple months.<br />
I apologize for the dry spell in news. I've just been having such a damn good time.<br />
While much happened this past summer, I feel as though that while it was a vacation from school,<br />
it was also a well needed vacation from life.<br />
Which strangely enough, this summer has impacted my life the strongest.<br />
But I digress, because these past couple months have been vacation,<br />
I feel that the need to recap on it to be... unnecessary.<br />
<br />
The stories gained from this summer will be retold, just not all at once, or anytime soon.<br />
I'll keep them as those untold stories to tell later in an interesting conversation or something.<br />
It'd be nice to have some new stories to tell that people haven't already heard.<br />
<br />
As much as I would like to recap my summer tales,<br />
it would just be too massive of a post.<br />
There are a crapload of people I'd like to thank for the success of this summer,<br />
but for some reason it seems wrong to just list people.<br />
Well, if you previously mentioned plenty are out there reading this,<br />
you know who you are.<br />
Thanks a bunch.<br />
<br />
And as for getting my shit together?<br />
This summer has yielded fantastic results in the gathering of that shit of mine,<br />
but nevertheless, Year Two awaits.<br />
It is going to be another weird --if not weirder-- year.<br />
<br />
Count on it, dear readers.<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a><br />
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PS: i will mention that i have been working on a new film.<br />
read about it on my <a href="http://cinemathoughtvomit.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-alive-and-kicking.html">other blog here</a>!Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16726103921227040086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-58821028370399535382010-06-18T17:50:00.000-07:002010-09-13T18:29:00.232-07:00Year One Complete - What Do I Do Now?It's been a little over a week since I took the seven-hour drive back home from Pacific Union College.<br />
I hadn't slept in over 2 days, and I thought to myself, "I just want to go home."<br />
Thank goodness I made it back alive.<br />
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Three Weeks Ago -<br />
While most people were running about, freaking themselves out with finals, I was sitting at my computer,<br />
trying to finish writing a movie I started over a year ago.<br />
Still not finished, but it's getting better with ever revision.<br />
The weekend before finals week was the most hectic: some diligently studying, some cramming,<br />
others taking advantage of the no curfew during dead-week, and staying late in the 24hr halls,<br />
claiming to just be "studying really late," when we all know a guy and a girl alone at night don't "study",<br />
they're totally "cramming". (yep, this is what those "studious" girls are really doing.)<br />
Myself, I was just sitting around, writing, nothing big. I thought I had no finals the following Monday,<br />
"I'll just do my Design final Monday, and turn it in Tuesday morning at the final," I thought to myself, Sunday night.<br />
<br />
Monday morning, I wake up to my phone ringing, it's 7:32am.<br />
"Hello?" I say, with a perky "I'm-not-just-waking-up" tone of voice.<br />
It's Halstyn, fellow filmmaker, fellow Design classmate. She says, "Michael? is the Design final right now!?"<br />
My heart begins to race, "What!? Right now?" Halstyn says in a stern but frightened voice, "I think it's right now."<br />
I feel like vomiting, I have nothing prepared.<br />
Still in disbelief I tell her to check the times for the final. "Hold on, let me check," she says, still kinda frazzled.<br />
Her voice calms a bit as she says, "Oh thank goodness, it's not right now." I breathe a sigh of relief.<br />
<i>"It's at 9:45."</i><br />
My heart jumps to my throat. "IN TWO HOURS!" I shout at her, waking up my roommate. "CRAP!"<br />
I hang up the phone and rush out of bed, still having absolutely no idea what I'm doing.<br />
I need to find and print out templates for my packaging designs.<br />
I need supplies.<br />
The campus store doesn't open until 9am.<br />
Fuck.<br />
I run around campus looking for large sheets of paper. For some reason I end up swiping like, fifty napkins.<br />
I go to my computer and try to calm myself, I'm just going to find some simple templates,<br />
photoshop them to the dimensions, print them out, and wait for the store to open.<br />
By the time I'm done printing it is 8:55. I run to the store, buy the paper, and run back. It's 9:10.<br />
I have thirty-five minutes to do my Design project.<br />
Four out of Five packages done, I'm half an hour late for class. I think I'll stop here and see what I can still get.<br />
Frantically taping templates and cutting gigantic sheets of yellow paper seriously makes a huge-ass mess.<br />
Leaving the room in such disarray is a big deal for a neat-freak like myself. Sacrifices had to be made.<br />
I get to class to see others making their presentation. I see Halstyn sitting down, she looks over at me walking in.<br />
I mouth the words, "Thank You" to her. If I hadn't gotten that call, I'd still be asleep. My alarm set for 11:30am.<br />
Looking at my half-assed packages, I'm sweating in anxiety. The professor better not raise hell about this.<br />
I'm called up to do my presentation. I whip up a short speech on simplicity, fast food, and edginess.<br />
And I sit down.The professor comments on how well of a presentation it was. I nearly fainted.<br />
The class ends, I walk out, treat Halstyn to lunch (even though I owe her way more), and go back to my room.<br />
The first of four finals complete.<br />
God Damn.<br />
<br />
Needless to say, the rest of my finals are way more prepared for and go much smoother.<br />
I worked tirelessly to get the done. By the time I finish my last final, I had been awake for over two days.<br />
Studying, writing, packing up my stuff to take home, cleaning the dorm room.<br />
Should I leave now? or get at least one nights sleep in before driving seven hours.<br />
I heard the guys wanted to have a party before leaving. I didn't really feel like "party-ing" anymore. I'm spent.<br />
So I drove home. Made it home, and passed out.<br />
<br />
So a week later and what do I have to say about summer so far?<br />
It's been great. In fact, I treated myself to a little celebratory present!<br />
<br />
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<br />
I bought myself a Tambourine!!<br />
finally.<br />
<br />
The summer so far has been pretty booked.<br />
Hanging out with family and friends, going to the beach, concerts, went to a baseball game, hiking, and the et cetera.<br />
Today has been one of the few days by myself. (so far)<br />
So I decided to catch up on my life to my dear readers.<br />
So if any of you guys want to hang out this summer, I'm totally free! Just call me up!<br />
<br />
I will be returning next year to Pacific Union College,<br />
much to the protest of certain people, and my subconscious.<br />
Year Two will be much tamer. I will get my chit together with my studies.<br />
I will avoid the parties. I plan to jam more. I will actually FILM SOMETHING.<br />
Hopefully I will complete the several movies I currently have backed up.<br />
I will use those to get a portfolio and reel put together.<br />
And I will attempt to get out of here and to a good film school and find work.<br />
<br />
Something just doesn't feel right about this plan though.<br />
But every option and choice that has run through my head has yet to feel right.<br />
Hopefully this is the right choice.<br />
But personally, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.<br />
If I hadn't let my personal life, and the personal life of others<br />
get so fucking tangled in my career path and education path,<br />
maybe I'd have an idea of what I'm doing.<br />
But for the time being, I'll just be shooting in the dark.<br />
We'll see what hits once the lights turn on.<br />
<br />
<br />
Stay tuned,<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-89695706976272483502010-05-26T03:30:00.000-07:002010-05-28T00:21:08.089-07:00A Very Important Month [UPDATE]It's been almost a month since I've last checked in with you guys.<br />
Here's a chronological recap of May:<br />
- Cinco De Mayo<br />
- Motor Mountain Biking<br />
- Weird Conversations<br />
- Hospital Trip<br />
- Weekend of Weird<br />
- Film Festival <br />
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May.<br />
Where do I begin?<br />
<br />
<b>Cinco De Mayo</b>.<br />
I went to a small hangout gathering. We hung out there for a while and had some fun.<br />
We got to talking, and I was talking up a storm.<br />
I may have said some things I should have not said.<br />
and some people may have heard who should not be trusted with information.<br />
I don't exactly remember what I said (it may have been said badly or goodly)<br />
But this is my passive way of apologizing I guess. I'll probably apologize in person sometime,<br />
but until then I'll apologize to the anonymous for stuff I <i>might</i> have said.<br />
But other than that. It was a pretty great night. hahaha<br />
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<b>Motor Mountain Biking</b>.<br />
How does one go about explaining such extreme-ness.<br />
I biked around some pretty cool mountain biking trails.<br />
and my bike isn't exactly built too well for mountain biking in the first place.<br />
(<a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3473263&l=446b217bd7&id=834799151">as you can see here</a>) <br />
plus i have a motor strapped to it for an extra kick in the testicles.<br />
(<a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5939109&l=ce19595f77&id=834799151">as you can also see in this image here</a>)<br />
So yeah, it was a good Saturday afternoon.<br />
Went out back and took on some mountian bike trails with a motor bike.<br />
Needless to say, it was ultimate scary fun.<br />
Then as soon as that adventure was over i get a call on my phone: haruka wants to go biking.<br />
So i went AGAIN! (except with significantly less motor this time, and new trails)<br />
Had a super good time, and a long conversation about spirituality.<br />
She is one of the few to only people i can talk to about religion, god, and spirituality<br />
<i>without</i> trying to joke my way out of the conversation and onto a more casual topic.<br />
So that was pretty cool, i thoroughly enjoyed that.<br />
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<b>Weird Conversation</b>.<br />
I was online talking to an old friend of mine who typically asks for relationship advice.<br />
weird, i know right? just look at my track record. hahaha but its mostly for a guy's opinion on things.<br />
which itself it kinda weird too, i don't see myself as a typical guy.<br />
anyhoo, she asks for some input on some stuff, i give her my input and try to ease her worries.<br />
after a small laugh and such, she leaves me with this, well something along the lines of this:<br />
"Michael, if it weren't for you, i would have ended this relationship a long time ago."<br />
i look back on the history of their relationship and think to myself, "is that a good thing?"<br />
am i doing this for her? or for him?<br />
is this my way of giving him the second, third, fiftieth chance that i never got?<br />
i'm not sure. but i do have the best intentions for my friend. i just hope i am actually helping.<br />
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<b>Hospital + The Weekend of Weird</b>.<br />
Personally, the weekend for me begins on Thursday nights.<br />
one Thursday night in particular was the begining of a weekend to never forget, and never remember.<br />
the guys and i were just hanging out in my room, playing videogames, listening to music, watching tv.<br />
we start to mess around and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=5889209&l=cab446f937&id=834799151">duct tape a friend of mine</a>. <br />
while originally thinking this would be the highest point of the night, we wind down and people leave.<br />
My roommate, my neighbor, and i were all that was left, so we decided to watch some Dexter.<br />
after a few minutes in, my neighbor gets up and says his back hurts.<br />
a few minutes later his back begins to hurt so much he feels sick and vomits.<br />
moments later he is in my room in severe pain, laying on my roommate's bed,<br />
while i'm trying to diagnose his pain via google. personally, i thought it was kidney stones<br />
about a minute later he is yelling in pain and i am out the door to my car. we have to get him to a hospital.<br />
i get my car and run back up to my room to get him.<br />
he is on my floor with my roommate and the RA, and he is screaming in sheer pain.<br />
i have never seen a man scream like that before.<br />
after a while of people showing up trying to help, an ambulance and paramedics arrive.<br />
for about twenty minutes they badger him with a crapload of irrelevant questions.<br />
after all of that they head off the the hospital. me and my roommate soon after.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVzmcq0gMjMnMI7A3M0WNIlibvS7pytW_RbTHsR2R2dDJNyxVH2DFzvDTKmftA05pjp_A7kH4JJh2ugYh4e3dLeLfPr5mV-TN2ei_Sva3d1h-S82BqXx2X4_aLxFZ4TjTzcZN06cfUk5e/s1600/0521100832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEVzmcq0gMjMnMI7A3M0WNIlibvS7pytW_RbTHsR2R2dDJNyxVH2DFzvDTKmftA05pjp_A7kH4JJh2ugYh4e3dLeLfPr5mV-TN2ei_Sva3d1h-S82BqXx2X4_aLxFZ4TjTzcZN06cfUk5e/s200/0521100832.jpg" width="200" /></a>by now he is feeling fine<br />
with all the drugs pumped into his body.<br />
Turns out i was right, kidney stones,<br />
a crap load of them. (stay away from ice tea)<br />
So long story short,<br />
we spend from 4:30am to 11am in the hospital<br />
keeping him company.<br />
we're such good neighbors.<br />
<br />
anyway, that was Thursday night.<br />
<br />
<b>Friday</b> night was an entirely different story. <br />
a night i don't care to recall on my blog, so I'll just show a picture.<br />
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It was a night that left me saying,<br />
"i need to seriously cut back."<br />
<br />
for friends whom i know well,<br />
perhaps you'll hear this story sometime.<br />
maybe if you ask me nicely.<br />
<br />
but to my anonymous readers... well, i don't know you guys well enough yet.<br />
That was Friday.<br />
<br />
<b>Saturday</b> I spent trying to fix Friday's aftermath.<br />
In Oakland.<br />
With a bunch of guys I don't know,<br />
and they're all trying to sell me drugs.<br />
My self-control is pretty decent, you readers mustn't worry. i'm clean.<br />
And because of Friday night, i didn't care to get wild at all Saturday night.<br />
<br />
<b>Sunday</b> was relatively tame...<br />
until around midnight.<br />
Sunday night we ended the weekend with Burger Night!<br />
Best burgers i've EVER had. The homemade ones usually are.<br />
thank god for George Foreman.<br />
<br />
<b>Film Festival</b>.<br />
I'm pretty excited.<br />
I get to premiere <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/video/video.php?v=229325189151">Block</a> at the <a href="http://www.cameocinema.com/">Cameo Cinemas</a> with the PUC Film Festival.<br />
May 27th, 2010. Holy crap! thats THIS Thursday!<br />
My own film on the big screen. This is going to be pretty cool.<br />
Plus a Q/A afterwards! what do i say? am i prepared for weird questions??<br />
Excitement levels off the charts!<br />
<br />
<b>Epilougue</b>.<br />
Well i'm winding down this post with more talk about life.<br />
I'm supposed to be getting my shit together. how is that going?<br />
well, last weekend wouldn't exactly agree with me,<br />
but i feel i'm slowly finding the pieces to myself again.<br />
sometimes its still weird for myself to still be myself, but thats what time is for right?<br />
and with that note i leave with this new weird fact:<br />
i think i like it here now.<br />
shit. after telling myself and everyone how excited i am to leave this place...<br />
these people have grown on me.<br />
i might have found an internship at <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000338/">Francis Ford Coppola</a>'s company.<br />
i found a pretty gal here i'd like to ask out on a romantic evening sometime soon.<br />
(but i feel i may really really not be her type)<br />
i have many projects i still want to work on.<br />
and a really good friend of mine is going to be joining me next year.<br />
i think the deal is sealed. i will return for another year here at the school on the hill.<br />
i really hope certain people are okay with that.<br />
<br />
in the words of almost everyone from Arrested Development,<br />
"i've made a huge mistake."<br />
<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a><br />
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UPDATE:<br />
my movie didn't make it into the festival. =(<br />
a little bummed, but two films i did cinematography work for made it in.<br />
so i still got to go up for the Q and A. That was pretty awesome.<br />
in addition to seeing a movie i worked on on the big screen. that was amazing.Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-12357056682033582172010-04-28T21:20:00.000-07:002010-04-28T21:20:21.860-07:00Something Else I Did With My Hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR67w3NiAKKoeu_6UbYfSt1o6pqq-WL8uf86sAi2O9NWnL_KLiu5TLAecsYi5IP7FrgAftEychs6FHd_Nt-0V-csoPDDm9LRlM4mpKSYloqIrxpAKMCepQndVnJGGDtk0G5inxFkkfj9Mb/s1600/women+draft+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR67w3NiAKKoeu_6UbYfSt1o6pqq-WL8uf86sAi2O9NWnL_KLiu5TLAecsYi5IP7FrgAftEychs6FHd_Nt-0V-csoPDDm9LRlM4mpKSYloqIrxpAKMCepQndVnJGGDtk0G5inxFkkfj9Mb/s200/women+draft+-+Copy.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>My roommate and some other people I know wanted to start a web comic soon.<br />
So I decided to hone my drawing and humor skills.<br />
Here is a small taste of what is to come.<br />
What do you guys think?<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-19963613922427530152010-04-28T21:11:00.000-07:002010-04-28T21:12:39.412-07:00Chapter Nineteen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs483.snc3/26417_431913214151_834799151_5657707_4554769_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs483.snc3/26417_431913214151_834799151_5657707_4554769_n.jpg" width="141" /></a></div>It's weird, really.<br />
I've been on this god forsaken planet for nineteen years.<br />
<br />
I ended my eighteenth year with a bang.<br />
(<- as seen to your left.)<br />
<br />
I promised myself to make this the year I get my shit together.<br />
Lets see how that's going.<br />
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Birthday weekend.<br />
Best weekend ever.<br />
For my birthday present, my parents paid for a gas, food, and a hotel, for a weekend in San Francisco.<br />
needless to say i had a supremely wonderful time.<br />
I arrived Friday mid-day, and made my usual first stop at vista point.<br />
unfourtunately the forest up top was closed off AND it was a foggy day too!<br />
so i really missed out on that, very disappointing. BUT, it was still very nice.<br />
checked in around 5. (hes a picture of me after checking in)<br />
<a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs443.snc3/25446_431070764151_834799151_5631683_5440658_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs443.snc3/25446_431070764151_834799151_5631683_5440658_n.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
and after checking in, walked to the bus stop nearby and rode it down to lower Haight Street.<br />
hung out there for about, all freaking day. wandering.<br />
I went to Recycled Records and found Talking Head's Speaking In Tongues for $3!!<br />
i bought it!<br />
but then later on i opened the sleeve and to my surprise:<br />
THIS ISN'T A TALKING HEADS ALBUM!<br />
But all was not lost! Inside was my second favorite Beatles album: Sgt. Peppers!!!<br />
STILL A WIN!<br />
Tried to walk to the Yellow Submarine to get myself a sub, but it was closed.<br />
pretty much all friday was walking. so much walking.<br />
Around midnight I got out of my room to talk a walk.<br />
I passed by <a href="http://super7store.com/">Super 7</a> and strangely enough heard someone say, "Hey! its Michael!"<br />
it was a girl from my school! i never really talked to her, so it was a little weird,<br />
but cool nonetheless. she was in line to see some artist, and so i left and was on my way.<br />
i managed to walk all the way up to Fisherman's Warf (a pretty damn LONG walk)<br />
and took the bus back. While walking back, I passed Super 7 again, she was barely leaving.<br />
Went back to room, and went to sleep. well, at least i tried to.<br />
I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. Nightmares.<br />
i don't even remember what the nightmare was, but it was caused by something totally weird.<br />
The neighbors next door were still having really loud sex, and it gave me nightmares... hahaha<br />
Saturday!<br />
i decided to seek out San Francisco's hidden POPOS!<br />
(<a href="http://strangemaps.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/441-sense-of-popos-secret-spaces-of-san-francisco/">Privately Owned Public Open Spaces</a>)<br />
Unfortunately they were all closed off, or just closed that day.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXykuWTpqGBvoovMhB7mxGO84MvTh9w11diD7YD9Y4LSKpidIgb1hBSgfQPf5oqZNJxucdOvFuLb0aDjeDasGuUfyfvWFWB7G5rwpClRAZwUiOj8IyGVtDbk1OrN8va4xaXxw1z5zojgz5/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXykuWTpqGBvoovMhB7mxGO84MvTh9w11diD7YD9Y4LSKpidIgb1hBSgfQPf5oqZNJxucdOvFuLb0aDjeDasGuUfyfvWFWB7G5rwpClRAZwUiOj8IyGVtDbk1OrN8va4xaXxw1z5zojgz5/s200/IMG_0058.JPG" width="200" /></a><br />
a total disappointment.<br />
so instead i went back to Haight, and hung out there all day again, wandering.<br />
Sleeping in a tree, talking to the homeless, checking out record stores, buying presents.<br />
But the main event was Saturday night!<br />
Rocky Horror Picture Show at Midnight!<br />
best night ever!<br />
it was my first time watching that movie, and the show!<br />
so the dancing and people all dressed up (down?) were an amazing sight.<br />
so i danced with a bunch of ladies who invited me to dance with them, and it was a lot of fun.<br />
upon retrospect i should have invited them to my room...<br />
damn. oh well.<br />
Sunday!<br />
checked out, walked around a bit, and then my Editing Class showed up.<br />
and we watched a bunch of movies at the Sundance Cinemas<br />
it was pretty awesome.<br />
<br />
Well that was my weekend.<br />
Monday I was thrown into the fountain.<br />
here's the picture album below.<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/album.php?id=834799151&aid=228903">http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/album.php?id=834799151&aid=228903</a><br />
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<br />
Well, I'm 19 now.<br />
How's process going on getting my shit together?<br />
well, its still a work in progress.<br />
Things are still weird, but we'll see how it goes...<br />
5.5 More weeks left.<br />
I'm almost done.<br />
But I still REALLY HAVE TO MAKE THIS MOVIE!!!<br />
head explosions.<br />
who wants to be in my latest film?<br />
<br />
byebye!<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-69065488610768377512010-04-19T04:27:00.000-07:002010-04-19T12:42:43.709-07:00I Died a Little Today..Find out what in my life is killing me after the jump.<br />
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I ate this monstrosity.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyJk8UlRgDmOPKztcmLDudHwbNBc0ML74XwSj0IkN-9HS8h1jIPrtM6sTE2jqJUNzOJhj_g2_5L5tPFfUqkaOhq4oUiT1tIX_vBuacAjxglSJIHY2LJASJ1NkBcDE747I32vXZE8ERSZd/s1600/0418102257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNyJk8UlRgDmOPKztcmLDudHwbNBc0ML74XwSj0IkN-9HS8h1jIPrtM6sTE2jqJUNzOJhj_g2_5L5tPFfUqkaOhq4oUiT1tIX_vBuacAjxglSJIHY2LJASJ1NkBcDE747I32vXZE8ERSZd/s320/0418102257.jpg" /></a></div>The KFC Double Down.<br />
Fried Chicken<br />
Cheese<br />
Bacon<br />
Bacon<br />
Cheese<br />
Fried Chicken<br />
no bread.<br />
awful, awesome.<br />
<br />
No Regrets<br />
Never Again<br />
<br />
God knows how many years this has removed from my life span. <br />
<br />
<br />
I volunteered to be a part of the <a href="http://www.shfamilyfilmfest.com/">St. Helena Family Film Festival.</a><br />
And today was day one of an interesting decision.<br />
What my job basically is, is to help mentor and assist kids from age 7-20 in the art of filmmaking.<br />
Kids from all over town sign up for this program, send in their name, age, and script their working on,<br />
and they show up to this program and they (me and a couple other people) help make their movie,<br />
and after all is filmed and edited, they premiere their finished movie at a local theater!<br />
How awesome is that?! I'm really excited for these kids.<br />
full of ambition, following their dreams.<br />
i wish i had a program like this available to me when i was younger...<br />
i used to get really excited whenever my big brothers would help me on projects.<br />
i hope these kids feel the same way.<br />
It feels great though, great experience. (so far)<br />
Only drawback is that some of these kids are pretty ambitious.<br />
like, really freaking ambitious. almost annoyingly... well it was annoying.<br />
And I don't want to be the bad guy and say, "I'm sorry kid, we don't have re resources to film your idea."<br />
It would just break my heart to disappoint these kids.<br />
But nonetheless, I'm really excited for these kids.<br />
They're really excited about film. that's a great sight to see.<br />
<br />
Moving on though, today was a good day.<br />
Mostly because of the above stated.<br />
Got some Jamba Juice half off today with some friends.<br />
Bought a Double Down (good? bad? its a tossup.)<br />
Watched some friends play basketball.<br />
Hung out with roommate and neighbor and talked about highschool.<br />
Strangely good day.<br />
Gave me a lot of thinking to do.<br />
Not sure what I'm doing here.<br />
I hate thinking about highschool.<br />
I hate thinking about college.<br />
<br />
I should probably stop thinking for a while.<br />
I have a lot of work to do.<br />
<br />
<br />
stay tuned,<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-59692918676368626812010-04-16T02:46:00.000-07:002010-04-16T02:46:53.333-07:00Last Few Pages of Chapter 18Chapter 18 in my book of life is winding down. A lot has changed.<br />
Hell, a crap load has changed.<br />
It's almost surreal where I am in my life right now.<br />
Can't say I didn't see much of this coming, a lot of it unexpected, I braced myself,<br />
but life still hits you like a sack of bricks.<br />
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<b>Juxtaposition</b> (or lack thereof)<br />
If someone had told me I'd be in a small nowhere town on top of a hill near Napa, California. I would have probably said something equally absurd. I would have probably said it in Spanish just for kicks.<br />
But here I am, Angwin, CA. Looking for an escape.<br />
Never would have expected myself to be here.<br />
Never would have expected so many people not wanting me to leave.<br />
and to them, I'm sorry, I can't stay, for my own sake and others, but I will be back often.<br />
<br />
<b>Friendships</b> (not lack thereof)<br />
I'm really tired of holding select people on such a pedestal they will never live up to.<br />
But I'm tired of being disappointed in their newly discovered vices.<br />
So I'm hitting the Reset button. I'm leveling the playing field.<br />
I will no longer hold you up to the pedestal I once held you at.<br />
Which is pretty cool. The new people will no longer be treated differently from the old.<br />
The old will no longer disappoint. I will just learn more about them, as if we have just met.<br />
So instead of a, "I had no idea they were like that, how could they do that?"<br />
there will be a, "Really? well thats something new to add to the pile."<br />
(the latter of the two responses are usually held for newly met people)<br />
I have accepted that people change without a letter of notice.<br />
I will still hang out with the people I have found the most kickass to hang out with.<br />
I will still think that people are super awesome whom I have thought previously were super awesome;<br />
Not because of what I thought of them before,<br />
but because they just still do super awesome stuff today.<br />
So really nothing has changed whatsoever in my social life,<br />
I will just have more of a positive lookout on it.<br />
but this is still a work in progress.<br />
I'm not even sure what I'm talking about here,<br />
using words to describe this just doesn't seem sufficient.<br />
I'm don't even know how this will all work out for me though...<br />
This is just an experiment. Any suggestions?<br />
<br />
<b>Relationships</b> (lack thereof)<br />
Another work in progress.<br />
Ranging from myself not being good enough,<br />
someone else being quicker on the draw,<br />
to being a lowly pawn in someone else's much larger story.<br />
(that last one really pissed me off.)<br />
But like I said, its a work in progress.<br />
So dear readers, if you are <i>interested</i>,<br />
speak up! I'm so terrible at this!<br />
A guy like me could use a partner in crime. <br />
I guess I'm just sick of seeing everyone I know becoming so happy, so quickly, so easily,<br />
and for some few: so stupidly, and so carelessly.<br />
But I suppose some people work at it<br />
and some have just fall all into place for them out of the blue.<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Projects</b><br />
I have so many projects sitting on my desktop right now.<br />
It's disheartening when something you love becomes stressful.<br />
I'm running out of time and drive to finish these projects.<br />
That fact in itself has become very stressful right now..<br />
I really need to finish these projects.<br />
For the sake of my future.<br />
<br />
<b>Mental Status</b><br />
Well it seems as though my brain is a little wonky.<br />
That hasn't changed much. Learning to cope with that.<br />
Hell, controlling it has actually become a little fun.<br />
but today was pretty bad.<br />
It was the perfect storm,<br />
every fucking problem in my life was shoved into my face so violently and quickly...<br />
I had my first panic attack.<br />
Got really antsy at first, started sweating, cursing, shaking.<br />
the whole situation was pretty downhill.<br />
I gotta get my shit together so this doesn't happen again.<br />
I'm almost scared i may not have what it takes to finish these last 7 weeks.<br />
i really gotta get my shit together...<br />
I think that whole process will be a major plot point in the next chapter.<br />
<b><br />
</b><br />
<b>Chapter 19: In Which Michael Gets His Shit Together.</b><br />
I feel like a changed person already,<br />
but as I've said before, its a work in progress.<br />
I've yet to change much, but I promise, a change is coming.<br />
For the better.<br />
I hope.<br />
Things are looking up.<br />
i just hope its not one of those, it only gets worse before it gets better.<br />
or at the very least, i hope i finished the part that is 'worse'.<br />
<br />
Help is always appreciated.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-5087907501554856662010-04-05T03:46:00.000-07:002010-04-05T04:00:21.736-07:00"I love you =)"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MqJ_ZanRxOVR1sXBj0sHCIsE9bwRGhjWbf6C1Rw7ThoyFDLhULaC3-AeFsQ5CBC6ePPH433H8X_v3MNXqCREu1AURJvO8gESishpjPFyO7gwSgQgqT0gzaeE_k1ZXyfKISD6KJPNDoSU/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5MqJ_ZanRxOVR1sXBj0sHCIsE9bwRGhjWbf6C1Rw7ThoyFDLhULaC3-AeFsQ5CBC6ePPH433H8X_v3MNXqCREu1AURJvO8gESishpjPFyO7gwSgQgqT0gzaeE_k1ZXyfKISD6KJPNDoSU/s200/Capture.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>I'm not quite sure how to put this into a series of words that makes sense.<br />
I am not too great.<br />
And i beginning to wonder if i ever was, or ever will be.<br />
When i am sad, do i lose my mind, and become way more sad?<br />
Or is my mind lost when i am happy, making me delusional?<br />
Questioning your sanity is never any fun. Interesting, but never fun.<br />
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For a while, a couple weeks back, i was dealing with a bout of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Truman_Show">Truman Show</a> Disorder.<br />
<br />
I can't say i enjoyed the paranoia,<br />
but i really enjoyed the fact that things in my life were finally all falling into place not unlike a swell game of Tetris.<br />
Every situation i was thrown into progressed in very predictable steps. That, or some situations were straight out of television.<br />
I went a little nuts, breaking my imaginary <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fourth_wall">Fourth Wall</a> from time to time,<br />
looking into the vast and distant void and shrugging my shoulders, as if to cut to commercial.<br />
I was paranoid, weirded out, but life was well. Things ALWAYS seemed to work themselves out.<br />
and if not, there was always something or someone there to pick up the pieces of myself.<br />
Every strange situation had a backstory which i figured out soon enough, with a positive ending for each episode.<br />
<br />
This has ended.<br />
<br />
With the departure of my 'Insanity,' i have currently gone slightly insane.<br />
"Michael, you limey fucker! that makes no sense!" you may say.<br />
and to that i respond, "whoa there! let me explain myself! filthy brit."<br />
Things are no longer falling into place. Stuff seems to just happen now,<br />
with bits and pieces of life falling wherever it pleases, not unlike the game of Tetris <b>without</b> someone at the controls.<br />
Stuff just doesn't 'Work Out' anymore. I am beginning to miss the cameras watching,<br />
every move around me meticulously planned.<br />
the writers always made sure i was never sad, that i was never hurt, that i was okay.<br />
show lost its ratings, so it was canned, and i resumed to where i left off: Nowhere.<br />
<br />
Situations like these people have friends they talk to, the elusive "Best Friend"<br />
i haven't had a "best friend" to talk to in over three years.<br />
most people i've tried to converse with on the subject of my life have just pried and gave me shit.<br />
and to them i give my solid, "Fuck You" and "Back the Fuck off."<br />
however i do believe i am on the verge of meeting that someone i can actually talk to about my life.<br />
but how does one spark such a conversation?<br />
"hi there, i have really grown to trust you. i haven't felt so alone in a long time and i really need someone to talk to."<br />
and from there, just jumping straight into my life's story, impolitely tossing my burden onto them.<br />
which in my opinion, is well, impolite, and totally uncool.<br />
<br />
Earlier today i received a 'question' in my <a href="http://www.formspring.me/vaporware">formspring.me</a> inbox saying, "I Love you =)"<br />
My first reaction was along the lines of, "hey! someone loves me! or at least likes me enough to say so, or is stalking me."<br />
this quickly evolved into the mindset of, "no one loves me. this is just some asshole pranking me."<br />
flip-flopping to this, "while no one does love me, maybe its someone just cheering me up."<br />
again switching to, "its probably some asshole."<br />
which got me thinking:<br />
"when was the last time someone said they loved me and meant it? did they ever mean it? i did."<br />
This obviously got me pretty down. so i just settled on the idea that someone is just cheering me up.<br />
that mindset didn't help much after my brain got to it first.<br />
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Two nights ago i could not sleep. My mind racing, heart racing, soul drowning.<br />
Last night i slept from 1am to 2pm, then again from 7pm to almost midnight.<br />
I've been up since then, slouched over my black keyboard and white and gray wireless mouse,<br />
juggling the procrastination of homework, writing, deep thought, and a shower.<br />
i have managed to finish my homework.<br />
<br />
A couple hours ago while taking a break from my homework,<br />
i went onto my favorite animator Don Hertzfeldt's website and began to read his online journal<br />
I read this tidbit from an entry and began to laugh to myself, in an almost solemn manner.<br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: small;"><i>i was trying to text someone on AIM today, but every time i typed it froze and said "an unknown failure occurred."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>what a great phrase, what a great running theme for life.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>whenever i try to do anything there should be an apologetic little subtitle appearing just under my head reading,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"an unknown failure occurred."</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>and as i stand there failed and confused, people could sort of half-smile sympathetically and maybe give me a little treat.</i></span></blockquote>Needless to say, i half-smiled sympathetically and wanted to give him a treat.<br />
Needless to say, i wished for this suggestion to be reality for myself as well.<br />
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I had freeze-dried pho soup today.<br />
delicious as it was, it left a disgusting aftersmell on my upper lip.<br />
unfamiliar and unappetizing, much like the idea of a foreign soup.<br />
<br />
Two nights ago i was told a story that made me lose my appetite.<br />
that same night that story unfolded a bit more, making me sick.<br />
Yesterday i ate a small bag of doughnuts, left over french fries, and a small slice of pie.<br />
as little at that is compared to my usual diet, i was never hungry.<br />
Today i ate a bowl of rice, with some chicken on it, a single bagel, and that bowl of Pho.<br />
But i was still never hungry, only eating out of necessity.<br />
Am i ever going to regain my appetite?<br />
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<br />
The longest story i had to tell has finally ended,<br />
i hate the ending.<br />
it's getting a re-write soon. With my own ending.<br />
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Stay Tuned,<br />
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<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-25546998266016858192010-03-29T01:21:00.000-07:002010-04-02T00:11:53.177-07:00March<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-e_daXlkQPsXs9yTo3LoRrJ-CXbRyTa2EAtlrK6bNU33Lg3dEhBDo7QD9rL7VIYG4H1lx6IAeiOnm1hpVYl-A0BPAorXgAYP183IdiXi5FrAHVvGIFFRxNTxc3vjeeHb1SWtTWRTQ7cJ/s1600/IMG_1597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh-e_daXlkQPsXs9yTo3LoRrJ-CXbRyTa2EAtlrK6bNU33Lg3dEhBDo7QD9rL7VIYG4H1lx6IAeiOnm1hpVYl-A0BPAorXgAYP183IdiXi5FrAHVvGIFFRxNTxc3vjeeHb1SWtTWRTQ7cJ/s200/IMG_1597.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>Hello readers, It's been a while.<br />
<br />
Well what can I say has happened this month...<br />
well, a lot of weird shit.<br />
I don't even know how to put it in words.<br />
its been pretty weird.<br />
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I have hopelash,<br />
Hopelash is when you get you're hopes up high quickly,<br />
only to have them smashed even quicker.<br />
And people wonder why i am sometimes pessimistic...<br />
but perhaps that's a story for later. <br />
<br />
Went to San Francisco again.<br />
as you can see above.<br />
It was pretty groovy. Nothing went wrong and I only lost my patience once.<br />
i need to stop going though. this city is just too damn expensive.<br />
<br />
I am also pondering the idea of breaking up a friendship.<br />
everyone has heard of breakups, that's just part of life.<br />
but is it alright to just tell someone, "hey, i don't think this friendship is working out,<br />
i've put effort into it, but all we do is argue and treat each other like shit."<br />
is that a breakup? or is it more like firing someone?<br />
"hey, you've been my friend and sometimes more for the past so many years,<br />
but you haven't shown up to work in the past long-ass while. You're Fired."<br />
its not like their services are no longer needed. I really want their services more than anyone else's.<br />
But they've seemed to quit or just rarely show up to work and only work for a little while.<br />
and i'm still paying them.<br />
when they do show up for work, what little work they do is top notch and greatly appreciated.<br />
should i fire them? i really would like their services, but i'm being bled dry here.<br />
maybe i can demote them.<br />
is there an undiscovered grey area between acquaintance and friend?<br />
<br />
for the past three days i've been texting back and forth to someone who has kept their name a mystery.<br />
they've just been asking my questions about myself, personal and not.<br />
its been nice. the person let my ask questions back to try to find out who it is.<br />
i think i know who it is now, but i'm not sure. but it doesn't matter who it is, its been nice taking to her.<br />
shes been a well needed self esteem boost these past couple days.<br />
so to mystery texter, if you are reading this, thanks for keeping me company!<br />
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spring break was this month.<br />
spent most of it with friends.<br />
exploring sewers, hiking, pokemon, charades, wasting a LOT of gas,<br />
and dealing with a lot of bullshit.<br />
but i'll skip elaborating on that,<br />
except for mentioning the fact i had traffic school to go to. that sucked.<br />
but overall spring break was a success.<br />
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pacific union college is a bitch. i really hope i get into art center.<br />
if not, i think i'm just going to go back to community college.<br />
i either need to get out of here, or something drastic has to happen.<br />
what exactly though, i am not sure of.<br />
<br />
trying to write a new movie.<br />
its going to be a tough one.<br />
the theme is Sex, and i want it to be a dramatic film.<br />
i have a lot of ideas swarming around,<br />
none of them have a solid ending though, just situations.<br />
i should have already finished writing it...<br />
i haven't even started...<br />
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well i guess thats me catching you readers up on my life,<br />
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any other questions?<br />
<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-53250144326070171062010-02-26T23:59:00.000-08:002010-02-27T00:18:17.011-08:00Madison Johnson, You Tranny Bitch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://c2.puc.edu/wp-content/themes/thejournal121/thumb.php?src=http://c2.puc.edu/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/d_silhouette1.gif&h=380&w=280&zc=1&q=90" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://c2.puc.edu/wp-content/themes/thejournal121/thumb.php?src=http://c2.puc.edu/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/d_silhouette1.gif&h=380&w=280&zc=1&q=90" width="146" /></a></div>God damn this wretched place.<br />
Suspension, police, rats, narcs, and now,<br />
fake facebook accounts used to trap students.<br />
but instead of re-writing the whole story, I'll just link to this post here.<br />
<a href="http://c2.puc.edu/2010/02/26/who-is-madison-johnson/">http://c2.puc.edu/2010/02/26/who-is-madison-johnson/</a><br />
Needless to say this has created quite a stir in the community.<br />
Many people were confused, then outraged, then mildly amused.<br />
In addition to facebook image tagging Ms. Johnson in suggestive pictures,<br />
publicly bashing 'her' on her facebook,<br />
Edgar Van Aces and I have created this little piece of fun.<br />
Jump for it.. <br />
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And yeah, it was pretty fun.<br />
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So, on to OTHER news, such as my own life.<br />
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Hmm, where to begin?<br />
I've been doing a mix of good, great, and awful.<br />
<br />
First the awful: being myself, I am a suspicious piece of shit.<br />
So I have been suspicious of things, but I don't want to mention any of it.<br />
Because I don't egg all over my face if I'm wrong. Even though I usually AM right with my suspicions.<br />
But I hope to god I'm not right.... even though my track record has been like, 10 for 10 so far...<br />
I dunno, I've been feeling pretty godawful about it lately.<br />
<br />
But as for the great and the good!<br />
I dunno, nothing has gone horribly bad, I suppose that's pretty cool. haha<br />
I've been avidly attending school (somewhat).<br />
My brain is still going to crap, but I'm begining to care about things again,<br />
Which sucks because the things I care about tend to leave me feeling like shit.<br />
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Mostly I've been feeling moderate.<br />
Quite very moderate.<br />
<br />
Although I do find it nice that I have connected to a old friend whom, well,<br />
I don't think I've ever connected with much before.<br />
Its always nice to be kept entertained, have a pal to chat with,<br />
and have someone to make fun of, who can make fun of you back on the same level.<br />
And to that person I wholeheartedly say, shout, mutter, "Thanks!"<br />
And I really mean it.<br />
<br />
And on topic of connecting with old friends,<br />
I had a chat with an old friend which made me feel really...<br />
well, it made me feel really fucking great.<br />
here's some excepts from our small chat:<br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:01:00 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>im telling my friend about you<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:01:07 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>about how we go waaaaaay back<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:01:03 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>hahahaha<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:01:27 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>and how i love your mommy<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:01:27 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>-_-<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:01:49 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>she IS my second mother<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:01:51 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>like legit<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:02:07 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>and that makes my...<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:02:12 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>nuugh, i don't even wanna think about it<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:02:36 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>you should tell your friend about my filmmaking groovies, which will then lead to my blog.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:02:55 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>that makes your what?<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:03:05 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>oops, i meant to write, "and that makes you my....."<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:03:18 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>lol!<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:04:06 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>thats not so bad<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:04:36 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>i can be a groovy brother!<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:04:53 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>hahhaha<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:04:55 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>or sister.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:05:11 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>anyway you like it</span></blockquote>then we have this great face pwn.<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:14:12 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>dont you have like, curfew to be attending to<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:14:43 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>why yes i do.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:14:47 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>which is at midnight.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:14:55 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>and i'm apparently already in my room<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:14:57 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>at my desk<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:15:00 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>at my computer.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:15:02 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>you tard.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:15:13 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>makes sense<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:15:22 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>dont make fun of me!!!<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:15:26 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>im blonde<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:15:28 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>ok?!<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:15:29 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>you're anything you wanna be, cross dresser<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:15:34 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>hahahahahahahahahahha<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:15:44 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>you could have been at any wireless hotspot</span></blockquote> a chat of aging.<br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:20:00 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>look at us, such artists<span style="font-weight: normal;"></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:20:02 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>being an artist rules.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:20:12 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>oh how've we grown.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:20:19 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>its nice. <br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:20:22 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>=)<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:20:21 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>from tiny artists<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:20:26 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>to much much larger ones.</span></blockquote> and then we finish with this GEM of a remark.<br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:20:56 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>lammmeee<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:20:58 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>not as much as your face<span style="font-weight: normal;"></span><br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:21:18 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>stfu<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:21:11 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>well, the rest of you too, its all pretty lame.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:21:19 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>lol<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:21:30 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>i am ghetto tranny fabulous<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:21:36 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>the anti-lame<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #204a87;">(11:21:32 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #204a87; font-weight: bold;">Hdumptys42@gmail.com: </span>i'm quoting you on that.<br />
<span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">(11:21:47 PM) </span></span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;">Brian Varela: </span>lol put it on your blog</span></blockquote><br />
<a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs133.snc3/18040_485175105509_286536250509_11192218_5965264_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs133.snc3/18040_485175105509_286536250509_11192218_5965264_n.jpg" width="200" /></a>Thanks dude, made my night.<br />
its been thirteen freaking years.<br />
sweet shit.<br />
my have we grown.<br />
you call it art, i call it frightening.<br />
and yes, he is the one on the left.<br />
and yes, those are both men.<br />
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Here's another shot, just for kicks.<br />
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Brian Varela<br />
Actor<br />
Singer<br />
Artist<br />
Man(?)<br />
Friend.<br />
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Its been an uneventful day,<br />
but it has been an eventful day.<br />
Don't ask my to make sense of that statement, for the love of god.<br />
And I leave with that.<br />
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If you don't want my peaches honey,<br />
please don't shake my tree,<br />
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<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-34467810481696505732010-02-10T22:35:00.000-08:002010-03-10T05:55:59.822-08:00Walk Like a Zombie [UPDATE]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjr67AoaHb96uoga2XjA2b49gljDwb7pgHWVp50Ux9PYJM2FboSimntSMwap9FPGnZSYDQSwKexbAR00T1ub7UzLNx4dyLSf7jhbSrogPHa4iyHaZfzPe_gVnzoRywakGquiie9JKMsqOb/s1600-h/zombs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjr67AoaHb96uoga2XjA2b49gljDwb7pgHWVp50Ux9PYJM2FboSimntSMwap9FPGnZSYDQSwKexbAR00T1ub7UzLNx4dyLSf7jhbSrogPHa4iyHaZfzPe_gVnzoRywakGquiie9JKMsqOb/s320/zombs.JPG" width="320" /></a>Egyptians can SUCK IT!<br />
(Except Egyptian mummies, because technically those are zombies also, only magic-ier)<br />
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Well, as I posted earlier i was suspended.<br />
I spent that weekend having a great time.<br />
Such as going to Gallery Nucleus's Valentines Zombie Walk!<br />
Here's an image of myself zombified, i got in free becausely.<br />
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On the topic of the undead, I am finally going ghost hunting!<br />
Well kinda, just going to investigate the paranormal in Napa.<br />
I hear the areas near the Napa Hospital are crazy, due to it being San Fransisco's Metal Ward a hundred years ago,<br />
so you know shit went down there.<br />
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Also, theres tale of a road, Partrick Road.<br />
Where atop lies a cemetery, military facilities, and forest.<br />
Long story short, Napa's Folklore-y's own, Rebobs, AKA evil flying monkeys.<br />
True story, Google that shit.<br />
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Alas, I will not be venturing alone. I will have have my weapon of choice, Video Camera;<br />
and I will also be bringing a rather pretty assistant to venture with me.<br />
Even though it is going to be Valentines Day, and i will be in a spooky forest with a pretty lady,<br />
i'm pretty sure its not a date.<br />
After talking about how we both seriously hate valentines day, but i dunno, you be the judge.<br />
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Either way, nothing like grabbing a friend and going ghost hunting on the nations 3rd most romantic day of the year<br />
(you know, behind christmas and new years).<br />
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i will be posting images and videos if anything crazy is documented.<br />
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[UPDATE]<br />
Totally Stood Up.<br />
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Good luck with all your endeavors,<br />
I'm always rooting for you no matter what,<br />
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<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-70932816588788483252010-02-01T23:21:00.000-08:002010-02-10T22:35:44.308-08:00Days In Hell + New Movie!So yeah, to add on my last post.<br />
The Axe has fallen.<br />
Long story short, myself, and many others, have been suspended from PUC for three days.<br />
Our sentence begins tomorrow, and afterward, we are on probation for the rest of the year.<br />
not too bad, but still, a pain in the ass.<br />
They made us call our parents, that was a horrible ordeal,<br />
my mom is pleasant, my father kinda scares the crap outta me.<br />
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Also, I'd like to tell of of these past few hilarious days in hell.<br />
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<b>Tuesday Night (Wednesday Morning) -</b><br />
1:00 am, i am called from my homework to the deans room.<br />
my phone is confiscated, i am left waiting in the deans room for an interview.<br />
4:00 am, finally i get called in to talk of this whole ordeal.<br />
i don't get any homework done, Wednesday wasted.<br />
<b>Thursday -</b><br />
was actually really awesome, spent day with Haruka in San Fransisco, and went to see Polysics, good day.<br />
<b>Friday -</b><br />
So tired from thursday, i missed class, in which i had a lot to turn in.<br />
went to go get wings with friends in napa, got food poisoning,<br />
had to go to bathroom really badly, so i drove fast before Safeway closed,<br />
but got pulled over by a cop. no ticket though!<b><br />
</b>but that asshole kept me waiting! i barely made it to safeway!!!<b><br />
Saturday -</b><br />
Drove all the way to Santa Rosa, spent $30 in gas in which no one will ever reimburse me for,<br />
to go ice skating, but they were out of my skate size.<br />
Went to go eat at Denny's, had to use bathroom, managed to get<br />
LOCKED INSIDE OF BATHROOM STALL! PURE VILE EVIL!<br />
<b>Sunday - </b><br />
Spent all day nervous for meeting with judicial committee on Monday.<br />
<b>Monday - </b><br />
Meeting with judicial, got the verdict, guilty, suspension.<br />
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BUT<br />
Monday's not all that bad!<br />
Finished the New Movie!<br />
Hit the Jump for the big premiere!<br />
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Michael and Edgar Make a Porno<br />
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Enjoy, Laugh, Spread The Word, Repeat!<br />
thanks for listening to my life,<br />
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<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-69603215243190039232010-01-29T16:28:00.000-08:002010-02-10T22:36:09.333-08:00Fall of the HammerSometime late in my first quarter here at PUC, i attended a gathering.<br />
This gather consisted of teenagers and alcohol.<br />
As a semi-responsible person,<br />
my actions at this party should not be as so incriminating as they are currently.<br />
This Monday, February 1st, at 10:45, i will be called into a hearing to discuss my fate.<br />
I'm just waiting for the axe to fall.<br />
In the meantime, i decided to make the most of this bad situation and have a good time.<br />
Went back to San Fransisco last night explored a bit, and saw Polysics live!<br />
a super kickass time back in the city i love!!<br />
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well, lets all hope for the best in my current situation.<br />
it looks bleak, regardless of the fact i did not partake that evening.<br />
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i'll post again once my fate is decided upon by a selection of mortals.<br />
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thanks for striving for a stasis,<br />
it really kept things from being weird,<br />
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<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-14979607285256913202010-01-21T02:42:00.001-08:002010-01-21T02:54:41.947-08:00New Blogs!As of yesterday, i've founded two new blogs:<br /><a href="http://diyfucker.blogspot.com/">Do It Yourself For Fucks Sake (DIY Fucker)</a><br />a blog solely dedicated to DIY projects<br />(i've yet to add more than a welcome post, be patient!)<br />and my favorite<br /><a href="http://cinemathoughtvomit.blogspot.com/">Cinema Thought Vomit</a><br />my blog with myself and multiple co-writers dedicated to ideas we all have for movies or short fun things we can film.<br /><br />keep an eye out for those two!<br /><br />on a personal note:<br />i'm still feeling really great.<br />life is quite groovy, albeit still tough.<br />i'm beginning to be worried it might be a brain problem.<br />i am losing track of memory, my perception of things has been quite 'off' lately.<br />keep me and my precious gray matter in your thoughts.<br /><br /><br /><br />you are quite the friend,<br />regardless of your shit,<br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-27591503371325272102010-01-08T00:55:00.001-08:002010-01-08T01:16:26.537-08:00Whats this feeling?Life feels super good right now.<br />i'm far away from the home i love.<br />my coolest friends are over 400 miles away from me.<br />i have almost no money.<br />i have no job.<br />i am at a creative standstill.<br />i am out of shape.<br />i broke my keyboard by spilling chocolate milk all over it.<br />i can't play the guitar at my side.<br />my hair is falling out.<br />i have homework to do.<br />i've lost the connection with the girl i fell in love with,<br />what we once had has died,<br />and i don't know if i could've done anything to stop it from happening.<br />attempts to make connections with other women have been in vain.<br /><br /><br />but i feel confidant, i have hope, i have music, and i feel really good.<br />i'm just not entirely sure why.<br />i'm not sure what i'm hoping for either.<br /><br />has the line between how i should feel and how i want to feel<br />been so blurred i can't tell the difference anymore?<br /><br />what is going on with this fantastic mood.<br />everything is just glorious right now.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos?</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-90357735701475456422010-01-02T19:37:00.001-08:002010-03-04T22:45:12.650-08:00Reflections of 2009Ladies and people, 2009 has come and gone.<br />
lets all see what it has to show for itself after the jump!<br />
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JANUARY - A decent month, much time spent with friends, made 2009 look promising.<br />
Images of the Month:<br />
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FEBRUARY: Toured my future college for the first time this month, i enjoyed it that time. Valentines day came and passed without skipping a beat or making a dent once again. My all-around feeling of the universe is improving. I'm quite happy.<br />
Images of the Month:<br />
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MARCH: The world has become a place of copious amount of awesome, for the first time in a long time, i'm enjoying every minute of my existence. Senior trip was a complete success, nothing went wrong, everything was superior amounts of good times. I sold my drum set to a nice guy, and bought my new Jupiter, my love of my life. i really liked March. It was as close to perfect as you're ever gonna get.<br />
Images of the Month:<br />
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APRIL: The month to out-strange any month you'll throw at me. I turned eighteen. I dressed nice for a date. I celebrated. I had a wild dream come true.<br />
I had a strange nightmare begin.<br />
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MAY: An average month of happiness and uncertainty. The winding down of High School.<br />
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JUNE: Graduation, Celebration, Camping, Mediocrity, Decency.<br />
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JULY:<br />
Comic Con, Hiking, Summer, Fermentation.<br />
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AUGUST: End of Summer, Mt. Sac.<br />
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SEPTEMBER: College: Take 2, Devastation, Redemption? i can't tell if this was a good month, or if i was just kidding myself.<br />
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OCTOBER: Things are looking good, getting used to PUC despite previous abandonment in September, Halloween in San Francisco was fun, October was quite well.<br />
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NOVEMBER: Depression makes himself at home in my soul again. Hope has died. Creativity surprisingly does not suffer. I make new friends, and experience new things because of it. Not too great a month, in fact, a very shitty month.<br />
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DECEMBER: As the year begins to wind down, i come to terms with my life, i accept the shit i've been dealt, and i am beginning to feel better about myself. i am learning to enjoy my life regardless of how much i hate it. i've connected with friends better this month. i'm finding people to talk to about my life. christmas was fun, new years was fun. i partied too hard, my brain cells can vouch for that. i spent a lot of time with my friends, and i savored every minute of it. still quite depressed, but it was still a good month for new beginnings, hope has returned, for nothing in particular, its just there.<br />
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JANUARY:<br />
well, a new year has begun.<br />
my new years resolution: adventure as frequent as possible and say yes to almost every opportunity or favor that arises. they coincide well.<br />
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i'm back at PUC, i still don't like it here, but i'm beginning to not like it less. internet is faster, i have two monitors, i'm dual booting PC and Mac, and i'm always looking for an adventure.<br />
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thanks for reading,<br />
happy new year,<br />
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<a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-69647207752683210562009-12-24T21:13:00.000-08:002009-12-24T21:22:31.489-08:00More Neglecthello there!<br />i feel i'm neglecting this thing way too often.<br />but i guess i just don't have much going on my life to talk about.<br />Merry Christmas Eve!<br /><br />Life Updates:<br />- i lost my backpack, all my photo negatives were in there. ...and my journal..<br />- looks like quarter one journal won't be published anytime soon, sorry.<br />- as mexicans, we're gonna open presents in about three hours! i'm fairly excited!<br />- new film Block is finished!!!<br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/video/video.php?v=229325189151">watch is here!</a><br />and <a href="<br />https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_donations&business=Hdumptys42%40gmail%2ecom&lc=US&item_name=Cinemapod%20Pictures¤cy_code=USD&bn=PP%2dDonationsBF%3abtn_donate_SM%2egif%3aNonHosted">Donate to Cinemapod Pictures!</a><br />- planned and executed my first crazyass party, i don't remember much of it, success.<br />- christmas shopping was less than extravagant. got videogames for my brothers, still need to paint a helmet for a friend, and buy stuff from a folk music store for another. i'm deciding on whether or not to make something for another friend, but after the shit i've been through, i might decide against getting her anything. but i still want to, just because i have a cool idea for a gift. might get stuff for other people as well, just don't have the time or money, maybe later, ya know, late christmas presents. hahaha<br /><br /><br />well thats all for now.<br />stay tuned for my next post: Reflections of 2009.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pleasant Holidays to You All,<br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-6619152928093498672009-12-01T01:11:00.000-08:002009-12-01T01:53:54.290-08:00Eleven Down, One To Go.December!<br />okay, so i'm rarely posting up on this bloggy asshole.<br />mostly because i don't really have much to write about that isn't about self-loathing and me being a sad sack. (which is neither fun to read or write, so i'm trying to do both of us a favor.)<br />i haven't been writing much in the ol' journal for similar reasons.<br />anywho,<br />i went back home for a week for thanksgiving. it rocked pretty fucking hard. being away from this shit hole for a week was fantastic and just what i needed. as you can probably tell, what slim hopes i had of liking it here in Angwin were slowly, surely, and brutally extinguished. so in short: puc is slowly killing my soul and depression is seeping through my once pleasant exterior once again, great.<br /><br />but regardless of how i feel i'm going to pin this little phase on the fact i'm still a teenager, and teenagers are stupid.<br /><br />in business news,<br />i haven't touched Yesterday's News, Vita, or another untitled project i'm working on. i did, in fact finish filming the short Block, i am currently editing it, and will be finishing it by the end of the week. Here is a raw still from Block:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUNXrJbaktbA2XPmBKu_OTXmzSIXwn7H7D2nYO-HrpvvhOMt8IF7uQJukHRDsnYp-tqkmtqjD-_DFl0oKa5LMktHha-BW6Npc_NarojXGbKQyrqtZ06NGvVVwC6cmPCB5pI2MOsKJMszz/s1600/blockstill1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvUNXrJbaktbA2XPmBKu_OTXmzSIXwn7H7D2nYO-HrpvvhOMt8IF7uQJukHRDsnYp-tqkmtqjD-_DFl0oKa5LMktHha-BW6Npc_NarojXGbKQyrqtZ06NGvVVwC6cmPCB5pI2MOsKJMszz/s320/blockstill1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410199897804418130" /></a><br />i'm hoping it will turn out alright in the end, we lost too much daylight on the last available day to film and had to improvise like crazy. it was a lot of fun working behind a camera on a no boundary story once again. but now that i'm procrastinating on my dying computer in this dorm room i call an Editing Bay, i find myself full of mixed feelings. Editing is a bitch.<br /><br /><br /><br />i've decided on not giving up,<br />but i haven't decided on <i>what</i> exactly i'm not giving up on.<br />quite the conundrum.<br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-32334638749342650092009-11-12T07:26:00.000-08:002009-11-12T17:36:34.588-08:00Neglect (i'm sorry blog!)well i suppose i haven't been here in a while.<br />lots of strange new things happening.<br />sometimes great, sometimes awful.<br /><br />i haven't been posting much here since i have been currently "writing" a journal.<br />once the year? semester? quarter? is over, i will publish this journal for free tickets for entry into my brain.<br /><br />Updates:<br />- Need to film movie<br />- Yesterday's News is constantly changing plot<br />- Vita is untouched<br />- New short 'BLOCK' is currently being written<br />- San Francisco is EXPENSIVE and is draining my wallet<br />- Relationships with "tha' ladies": poor, as usual tradition<br />- Currently trying to change Relationship status: (see above update)<br />- Still trying to grow a beard<br />- Doodle-Book has turned into a quasi-journal, possible zine soon?<br />- Learned the difference between Quasi and Pseudo.<br />- May write and publish life stories as script/zine/short story since the subject has yet to come up in any conversations with anyone.<br />- Is keeping a .txt file of quotes people around me have said, just for movie additions.<br />- Bought an XBOX 360, modded it, found out MANY modded consoles are currently being caught and banned. i fear for my 360.<br />- Have been watching many old movies.<br />- I have MANY movies on my list of movies to watch, its actually stressing me out.<br />- Totally missing home and disliking it here.<br />- I'm kind of in a band now? (Classic Surf Rock Band?)<br />- I'm desperate for money and companionship but I refuse to merge the two in fear of what i may become.<br />- Suddenly getting in touch with old acquaintances, or getting to know people more than i used to know about them.<br />And i'm finding it strange.<br /><br /><br />i suppose that's all that's new.<br />please keep reading for further update.<br />feel free to comment, i'd like to hear reactions to my finger thoughts.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />please consider me for the position,<br />i'm really a qualified guy,<br />and yeah, this is me applying for the job nonchalantly!<br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-16960808038223126362009-10-25T19:33:00.000-07:002009-10-25T20:37:46.546-07:00My City by the BayPUC's perks:<br />weather is nice,<br />classes are cool,<br />its proximity to San Francisco makes up for the fact its PUC.<br /><br /><b>Saturday, October 24, best day in a very long time.</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVxgxvoejjWF5H725ZEu6N-gqnXpMXi223VYIh_kALBglCQDLw50BVRkl0HPJC7VYghoeh83C5_4kJuFX9RCLeGDgHZ0WNdpM-VEOLBsTnbl5vMgJgZmNci5uc-laqKUFvEUW9485lLEU/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVxgxvoejjWF5H725ZEu6N-gqnXpMXi223VYIh_kALBglCQDLw50BVRkl0HPJC7VYghoeh83C5_4kJuFX9RCLeGDgHZ0WNdpM-VEOLBsTnbl5vMgJgZmNci5uc-laqKUFvEUW9485lLEU/s320/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739032415047026" /></a><br />Yellow Sub<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPybb_JbZeviZ-g4KChRRXyMA5ldxlmijCWwJsTa0ZvdKoT2ZE65zUa-cxtL4FJuUk2EkV3Z00xZdGLIe9jOEF5oWtEn__m93w4WU7ae1c1xaQGgAgQnbUTZZfbeX88htuXSuxK6WrxYp1/s1600-h/IMG_1454.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPybb_JbZeviZ-g4KChRRXyMA5ldxlmijCWwJsTa0ZvdKoT2ZE65zUa-cxtL4FJuUk2EkV3Z00xZdGLIe9jOEF5oWtEn__m93w4WU7ae1c1xaQGgAgQnbUTZZfbeX88htuXSuxK6WrxYp1/s320/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739035970267314" /></a><br />Exploring<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBppv3t28cBiyPwochg9GTr8NbFVidulLEDwXqHNfOVf-9CIJF3qXFY34hqbMLScRNE5MS6KaFrPx9WN3HzpiFUP8HJ_MUZo8WQ3gzmgUyx0ybKG9AqdOTKPa9DSa9D4mkCs_2QYiCv6c/s1600-h/IMG_1472.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBppv3t28cBiyPwochg9GTr8NbFVidulLEDwXqHNfOVf-9CIJF3qXFY34hqbMLScRNE5MS6KaFrPx9WN3HzpiFUP8HJ_MUZo8WQ3gzmgUyx0ybKG9AqdOTKPa9DSa9D4mkCs_2QYiCv6c/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396739041048209554" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEVwV3uzUQk">Why Isn't Chris von Snidern Famous?</a><br />(Met New People)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmmakermagazine.com/blog/uploaded_images/l35856388315_6022-711621.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 524px;" src="http://www.filmmakermagazine.com/blog/uploaded_images/l35856388315_6022-711621.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNrXej4hgtM&feature=player_embedded">Sorry, Thanks</a><br /><br /><br /><br />[Not Pictured]<br />Met Even More New People<br /><br /><br /><br />[Not Pictured]<br />Ran Frantically Through the Streets of San Francisco<br />(something that has been on my list of things to do before i die,<br />and we did it three times (insert smiley face).)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />like fresh water after wandering through the desert for many years,<br />...just what i needed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />till we meet again,<br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><small><br />Note To Self:<br />$4 toll road to get in,<br />Take more pictures,<br />Make a better map,<br />Pack Many MANY Quarters,<br />Ditch the car,<br />Learn the BART and MUNI,<br />Another $4 toll to get out,<br />have something to talk about on a long car ride.<br /></small>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-73778704826391053772009-10-14T00:55:00.000-07:002009-10-14T01:51:22.238-07:00October 14, 2009well its almost been a month since getting <a href="http://www.puc.edu/">here</a>.<br />hmmm.<br />i really want to go home.<br />i miss my family, my house, my bed, my bathroom.<br />heres my new home:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/roommatesbedand3bunk.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 370px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/roommatesbedand3bunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/roommatesdesk.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 490px; height: 370px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/roommatesdesk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/mydesk.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 490px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/mydesk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/mybed.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 490px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/mybed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />i just had to leave it all didn't i?<br />what a complete idiot i was, thinking i'd be accepted here with open arms.<br />its not like people here aren't nice, no, quite the contrary, most are very pleasant.<br />i just can't fully connect with these people. its like its still high school here, everyone already has their clicks. yes i'm welcome in it, but they're already a tight-knit group of pals. rarely can i find someone to hang out with who isn't already fully engaged in a group, or can easily part from group to group; and to that one person i say, "thank you very much!" regardless if it be from pity or not.<br />i must say though, the classes are awesome.<br />heres a picture of my schedule:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/Schedule.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 244px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v488/Chocobo3121/Schedule.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />my roommate is groovy, he feels he can tell me anything, the feeling isn't mutual however. not because i'm a dick, i just don't like speaking of my personal life, fuck, i don't even like thinking about it.<br />i do wish i had a really good friend over here.<br />or anywhere for that matter.<br />everyone here has that one person they can tell everything to or do anything with,<br />everyone has a numero uno. regardless of whats going on.<br />it almost feels like i've left nothing for nothing.<br />i haven't had the rich privilege of a best friend for few years now.<br />and it totally sucks largely.<br />but i realize, you, my readers, are my best friends.<br />i love you dearly, and hate you passionately.<br />because you're nice enough to read my thoughts,<br />but none of you need me whatsoever.<br />but i don't give a shit, i'll tell you anything.<br />so here's my truth: i came here thinking i would have a best friend.<br />i came here with the hope i would have someone to introduce me to new people,<br />(since i'm not too great at meeting new people)<br />but my one flicker of hope i had in this place was extinguished day one.<br />you are dead to me.<br /><br />on a side note i still have my escape, which was down for about a week and a half, and i almost went insane. goes to show how attached i am to my computer. hahahaha<br />i can sit here and write, read, watch, listen. when engaged in any of those, i get to forget where i am, and for those fleeting moments, i'm home. not just home, but home during a much brighter era of my life.<br />but then reality strikes like the morning after the best dream you've ever had.<br />"it's 2009, you are not home, and you have no one."<br /><br />don't worry too much about me, readers.<br />yes i'm depressed, but i have been for a long time now.<br />(there was that period in which i was happy as a clam,<br />but i don't think that really existed.)<br />life giving me shit doesn't mean i can't keep trying here!<br />fuck you universe!<br />i'm not giving up!<br />-a strange guy who only talks about rock and roll wants me in his band!<br />-for the first time in over a year i'm inspired!<br />-my rage and depression are subsiding!<br />-i'm trying to work up the courage to ask out a pretty girl!<br />-my shoes glow in the dark!<br />-i'm iconic for being Michael, the brooding guy with long hair who rides a motor bike! (people know who i am!)<br />-i have a motor bike!<br />-i'm working on movies again!<br />-a fire engine full of girls my age passed by, they said i was cute.<br /><br />just gotta go out there and try again.<br />hit the reset button of life and work my way through college.<br />although i don't think i'll be here long.<br />this is not where i belong. i'm really not wanted here.<br /><br /><br /><br />moving on to other subjects!<br /> - stopped work on "Vita" since i moved and do not have access to my actors<br /> - i may rewrite "Vita" for on campus filming<br /> - i received the new Protomen album in the mail!<br />you must buy it if you are a fan of rock music, operas, rock operas, megaman, or just any decent music whatsoever.<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Act-II-Father-Death/dp/B002LW06AO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dmusic&qid=1255509691&sr=8-1">buy it now, its so tasty.</a><br />it is a prequel to their self titled album, following a young Thomas Light and Albert Wiley as they first create their mechanical city.<br /> - i started writing a new movie tentatively titled "Yesterday's News"<br />Tentative Synopsis for "Yesterday's News":<br />crappy hitman/mercenary/guy-for-hire races his ex-fiance(a bar owner/ex hitwoman)for one last hit. most likely will be funny, planning a fun twist at the end.<br /><br /><br />thats all the news for now.<br />keep me in your thoughts so that i don't give up.<br />times are tough.<br />thanks for reading.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />everything right is wrong again,<br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647064202400994423.post-33329613058876067352009-09-26T02:05:00.000-07:002009-09-27T01:29:34.811-07:00You're My Best Friendmarking the end of a very long first week of school, i must say: fuck! seriously, to the max, dude.<br />its just weird going to a school where the amount of unity there is amongst itself is ridiculous, and still feel alienated, its strange, really. everywhere i turn i find a new ground to hang out with, only until i feel strangely unwelcomed soon after, or am instantly a third wheel, fuck do i hate being the third wheel. everyone has their groups which can hang out for hours, and each person will have something meaningful to talk about all the time. everyone has their group of best friends, who hang out all the time, or their personal best friend, whom they can talk forever with.<br />the most i contemplate on this, the more thorough i realize: i do not posses a best friend.<br />seriously? what the fuck? i really thought i did, but i was sadly mistaken. is it because i can't meet new people? i'm not a loner by choice here! i haven't had a best friend in years! everywhere i look someone runs up to someone with an unexpected big hug and a silly pet name, or someone is calling someone else up to ask where they are, and to come join them on whatever mundane adventure they're up to. wheres my unexpected hug? wheres my silly pet name? am i unpleasant to be around? am i boring? do i run out of things to say that fast? i'm going so say yes, but conversation has seemed to become a one way street here, once i run out of something to say, it gets to become an unbearably non-michael-oriented inside-joke-ridden shitstorm of a conversation<br />is this post my subtle cry for help? no. its me fucking yelling into a megaphone at your faces shouting, "HELP!" need i sing the lyrics to the Beatles' hit title Help!? which is surprisingly accurate to what i'm dealing with here.<br />(side note! fact: every life experience you're going through, there's a Beatles song about it.)<br />i'm so fucking sick and tired of having to go out and asking groups of my 'friends', "where are you guys going?" "can i come?"<br />when was the last time i was invited somewhere? i can't remember; that's pathetic. no one has called me in a long time to ask me, "lets go do something right now, anything." so dear readers i plead my cause to you, i need a best friend. someone who will wonder where i am, and why the hell i'm not doing something stupid with them. the mere thought that i can probably go an entire weekend standing, sitting, laying, dying, in my dorm room, without anyone once saying, "wheres Michael right now?" sickens me to the core of my soul.<br />why haven't i said this out loud before? i'm not sure dear readers. perhaps its because i feel more confident behind the wall of quasi-anonymity of the internet, maybe. i just need some help here (yes, read the lyrics) because i'm having one hell of a tough time without the help of my friends.<br /><br />topical music:<br />Beatles - with a little help from my friends<br />Beatles - help!<br />Beatles - yesterday<br /><br />god, how insanely sad this is! i have to stoop to asking for help by throwing out a request to the anonymous wind that is the internet to solve my crippling social handicaps.<br /><br /><br />perhaps my interests are just way too specific.<br />thats probably it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />my feet feel like sandpaper,<br /><br /><a href="http://michaelcastellanos.blogspot.com/">Michael Castellanos!</a>Michael Castellanos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/11724079219614003970noreply@blogger.com0