Dream a little dream

Yesterday I realized I had two very weird and very realistic dreams... and I think it's time to tell you about them.

The other weird thing is that both of these dreams were so real to me that I remember them as actual events happening... which, frankly, is a little frightening. Usually IF I remember my dreams it's pretty obvious that they were dreams because they don't make sense.

The first is obviously a dream because it involves Sarah Silverman... and I would definitely remember actually meeting her. We were somewhere, in a grocery store maybe? I don't know who I was with... but there was Sarah Silverman and her boyfriend, whoever he was, and I was totally okay with talking to her like she was my friend. This ones really weird because I had no thoughts about her before this dream... and no one has mentioned her... and I haven't heard anything about her for a while. So why now?

I also told her I had an audio clip of her on Conan O'Brien that I listen to all the time, at which she chuckled. I told her it was all over the internet, apparently. Then I asked her about something... and said I wondered about that for people like her... but I can't remember what I asked her about or what her answer was. How disappointing... it was funny, too. Shit.

The other dream I think I had AFTER the lunch meeting I had which I went to with Mo, because the dream took place on the car ride there. I remember the specific place on the journey there that it happened, too... weird!

Basically we were driving to lunch, and somehow the topic of how awkward it is getting off the phone came up, to which Mo was like "Tiff and I were just talking about this!" I was telling her I was having a conversation with someone else about how I hate talking on the phone mostly because I hate the awkward "I have to go" ending. Because no one really "has to go"... they just want to, or they're done talking.

BUT, no one understands that, or they get offended or something so you have to have an excuse for getting off the phone. Even if it's, "well, I should go." JUST SAY THE TRUTH!! You want to go, jerk... you don't want to be on the phone anymore... it's okay! We all feel that way. Anyway Mo was saying how Tiff is just like "It's over." when she doesn't have anything else to say, and I was like, OH yeah my friend Whit is the only person I have a "phone understanding" with.

But, before I could say any more... she was like, "Whit?" and I had to explain that Whit is short for Whitney and it's a guy and how I know him blah blah blah and then we go on to another topic and so I never finished talking about our "phone understanding."

What's weird is that hours later... around 6:30pmish I thought about it again because for some reason I had this unconscious urge to finish the story. For some reason, it bothered me that I never finished telling her the story, and then I was like... wait... did we really have that conversation?

So I called and left her a message asking her if we talked about that in the car or if I made that up and she called me later and left a message saying, and laughing, that I TOTALLY made that up and I'm crazy. It's so weird... I remember exactly where we were when it happened, and I can't think of what was actually going on when we were in that spot on the way to lunch. Meh!

So... just so I can settle this unconscious urge to finish the story, here it is:
Whit and I discussed how no one's ever bluntly honest with each other, but we decided we could handle it... so whenever we're done on the phone with each other, we just say, "Okay, well I'm done," and that's it! The other person is like, "Okay then, talk to you later! Bye!" And it's over... so simple, so uncomplicated... I love it. I wish I could be like that with all my friends. But they'd all take it the wrong way.

"Am I too boring?!" they'd think... or "Justin doesn't like to talk to me *sad face"... NO... YOU'RE WRONG. I just don't want to be on the phone any longer, or want to go... it's not personal at all. And I feel like that with everyone. So... maybe I'll just start doing that, and the friends that can handle it I'll keep and the ones that can't... we'll... adios, I guess. MUHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Current Status:
Mood: Diabolical
Food: Diet Pepsi
Song: "High" -James Blunt

Jasper

We've named the kitten... and by we I mean Stefanie.

I hate the name Jasper. Now don't sit there and assume I hate it for no reason... because I always have a reason for hating things. "That's not possible because you hate SO MANY THINGS!!" you say? WRONG! I always have a reason, get over it.

The reason I hate the name Jasper is because it makes me think of toy poodles... my Uncle's mother had this little poodle named Jasper, and so all I think of when I hear that name are poodles and it haunts me.

Therefore... I = hating the name Jasper for our cat. I think Waldo would be cute... the roommate disagrees. But we DID have "Find Waldo" on our kitchen to-do list... and we DID find this kitten. So it would mean we could finally cross that off the list.

In other news, someone informed our management that we have a cat... and they're going to come into our apartment on Monday to inspect. Too bad they're required by law to give us notice, which they did, thereby giving us plenty of time to put the cat somewhere else for a day and make it look like there's no cat living there. STUPID.

But they're doing it anyway, and we're hiding the cat... we just don't know where. So if you'd like to hide a cat for us for a day, let me know. Maybe will call him Anne Frank... except he's a boy...

Maybe just Frank.

Current Status:
Mood: Not tired despite it being 5am
Food: Diet Pepsi
Song: "You're Beautiful" -James Blunt

Frantic. And Westley?

There's now a website... so it's official: Frantic is being made. And someone named Westley commented on my blog.

YES, so the website is up for frantic: www.franticmovie.com

Obviously, it's just a teaser site, and will be updated and added to as the production goes on, but as for now we're still in the early stages of preproduction... so cut us some slack!!

Anyway, I'm very excited about it... you'll learn more about the project as time goes on, I don't want to give too much away... so you'll just have to wait for the site to be updated, and of course I'll be posting updates and changes here as they happen.

What I will tell you is that it's a comedy-thriller. So do with that what you will. We're about to delve into the daunting task of casting. For one of the roles alone, we've received over 300 submissions, and that's just from one site... not including the ones on other sites, and submissions by email and mail. It's just crazy.

ALSO, I wanted to point out that a stranger commented on my blog and it made me really happy. Someone named Westley... dont know who he is... but I do like the name Westley. So, way to go, Westley. You can all view the comment he left me here.

On another note, I was talking to my mom today about this whole Orbitz crap and jokingly said it made me want to kill myself. Her response? "NO! Justin don't you consider that!" Okay that might not be the exact wording... but she did say "NO!" and then lecture me for saying it. Meh. I told her I was kidding so I think she's over it. Now it's time for bed... it's about 7am and I've yet to take a shower or, you know, sleep. So... time for that.

Current Status:
Mood: Tired
Food: Nothing...
Song: "The Red Diary" -V for Vendetta Soundtrack

Drinking

I've had a few glasses of wine, and I have some things to say about the way I feel right now and drinking in general.

655

** I'm looking at this six days later (6/12/06) and I don't know what the hell I was going to say, or why what I had to say about my feelings and drinking in general was "655"... so... do with that what you will... because I certainly don't know what to do with it.

My Ridiculous Dad

I love my father. But what a stubborn jerk.

I found out this morning that the reason I didn't see my dad the whole time I was in San Antonio... the reason he didn't return my phone calls or respond to my email... was because he was upset - PISSED - that I charged the plane ticket to his card. Read my last blog entry if you don't know what I'm talking about.

I didn't even find this information out from him... I found out because my grandmother emailed me this morning with a lecture about how poorly I treat my father. To help you understand better, here's the letter:

"I understand you bought a plane ticket so you could visit your Mother. That would have been ok if you hadn't charged it to Doug. No wonder he gets so mad at you. If you didn't have the money you should have cancelled your trip.

We have been married a long time and never bought anything we could not pay for. True, we do not have fancy things but have managed to live ok anyway.

Your purchase, charged to Doug, went over like a lead balloon. Wake up and realize how you are treating your Father. They say live and learn, so learn."

Let's review the situation, shall we?

Exhibit A: I was buying a ticket to see my BROTHER graduate. And I was planning to see my DAD when I was there, too... so this isn't all about my mother.

Exhibit B: Orbitz is REIMBURSING ME for the ticket. I'm not asking my dad to pay for it, nor was it the case that I "didn't have money"... I already bought a ticket and UPS fucked things up.

My father and I are adults, are we not? Can we not handle our own problems by ourselves? If I'm expected to communicate then shouldn't I receive communication instead of a silent treatment? I think so.

So I emailed her back and said just that, then I wrote an email to my dad saying roughly the same thing, but more directed toward him, and more involved. I don't understand why my family makes such a dramatic event out of everything that happens. No wonder I'm such a drama queen.

I think it's in my family's nature to be unsatisfied with anything good. And unfortunately I have those same tendencies, though I'm at least aware of them and fight them like the dickens. Hopefully I succeed. But I know sometimes I definitely do not... Exhibit A: my failed relationships. Exhibit B: me.

We'll see how this goes... I don't think it's a big issue, but apparently I may as well have joined the Nazi forces after systematically killing my living relations and burning American flags while standing on the graves of my ancestors and screaming unholy obscenities. Yeah.

Current Status:
Mood: Very confused, and disappointed
Food: Water... I'm incredibly thirsty
Song: "The Dominoes Fall" -Dario Marianelli, V for Vendetta Soundtrack