kickin' it in the oc

Shout out to Ryan, Marissa, Summer, and Seth. You guys can totally kick Stephen, Kristin, LC, and Lo's ass. I was four miles from Laguna Beach today. And despite what you see on TV, there aren't as many beautiful people as you might think. I'll bet those stupid kids don't even live in Laguna Beach. But I have to admit, the Laguna Hills/Beach area is one of the more beautiful areas of our great nation. Maybe it's just because I'm from the boring, flat Midwest, and I get really excited when I see hills and canyons and shit, but it's still really pretty. On the downside, I think I got heat stroke today. It was so goddamn hot. Every step I took to the west, the temperature went up two degrees, the closer to the desert we got, the hotter it got. Makes sense I guess, but I was still pretty sweaty.

So while I was there, I went to a company barbeque for my relative's company. One of the funniest things ever happened to me. It's pure situational comedy here, but just listen up. I played ping-pong with an Asian man named Fong. Ping-Pong with Fong. I swear to God the first movie I make will have some reference to, if not centered around, Ping-Pong with Fong. I had to restrain myself from laughing as I played. Just thinking about "Ping-Pong with Fong" was almost enough for me to completely suck at ping-pong.

On a down side, it seems that a lot of foods here lack flavor. Good Humor chocolate ice cream bars are lackluster, watermelon isn't as flavor-explosive, hell, even Starburst don't taste the same. But hey, I'll live. Oh, I forgot, at the BBQ I won a $50 gift certificate to Ralph's in a raffle. I always seem to win things at events that I'm not really supposed to be at. I mean, whenever I'm invited to someone else's party, I end up winning something, and feeling a little guilty. Should I give the prize to my host? Should I give my ticket to someone else? Should I even take a ticket to begin with? Social situations and their repercussions. They're tough on me.

Right now, it's 3 AM and I'm in Daren's room helping him edit a movie. New Res. Cinema Floor's "Bust Your Ass" Film Festival. 28 hours to make a 5 minute movie. Sounds sorta easy, since, you know, the 28 hours/5 minutes ratio. But it takes forever. I chose not to actually particpate, per se, since I knew I was going to Laguna today, but I'm a good friend, I'm helping Daren out. So I decided to let y'all know what's shakin' with me. I need sleep, and I need to do homework. What am I doing? Blogging. And editing. Fuck that homework noise. Like ya do.

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Next ish: Hopefully my first editing endeavour goes well. I'll tell you how the film is received at the screening tomorrow night. Maybe I'll get some sleep soon.