a girl named melody.

their once was a girl named melody. she played in a game called secondlife under the name fickle portal. she was a very nice girl to me at first, and as the months changed  and longed into the new yrs of the future….she slowly began to turn into an  unhumored female with a lack of confidence that i found, after the divorce of her wife in second life. i really tried to get closer to her as a friend on the coming months  of the breakup but she never really logged on much and would mainly complain about her ex and how she was in turmoil, or how she hated her new girls or that she missed her alot. so one day me and the friends were speaking via skype, and  we were having a bit of a laugh, and this girl named melody gave me info of i dont think she cares about me or gives a fuck about me anymore. so as she left, i read it aloud in the group circle not knowing that she was listening, and i read it out as a joke. i truly didn’t know that she would flip out like a little girl claiming that i destroyed her trust, and claiming that i was unsorry for it. she went on my facebook and started getting vein because she claims i knew what i was doing, but she didn’t state within her IM that i couldn’t say it allowed.  i really don’t get why she said she couldn’t trust me anymore as a friend, because i still like her, but at the end of the day melody from facebook is very stubborn, vein, insecure and very lonely. for me a friend is forever, and not a single thing will make me stop hating you, unless your a total asshole, prick or mean indivual. she claims that she isn’t my friend anymore, but i told her straight that i am her friend, and i dont care if she doesnt trust me, sometimes friendship isn’t about stress it’s about closeness, feelings and other things like that. she will problem read this stupid post, comment on how fucked up and wrong i am in the entirety of this blogged hallmark moment, but yes alas she is a froot.

 

she really needs to clean the sand out of her vagina as it’s making her cranky. should i ask her if it itches?  second life to me is a videogame and nothing more then a videogame. sure people give me this bullshit of the person behind the avatar nonsense. i find that to be kind of stupid, bland and cliche. their is graphics check , their are      avatars check, their are videogames in the videogame check, their are all types of avatars check. that is all in compliance with a videogame, that people seem to take seriously and shove it up your ass if you think your calling it a game. they go it’s not a game, but well it is a game and nothing more then that. i really dont get why we have to have froot, the annoying frooty faggots, the famously retarded monkey plots called the bum nazi’s of poke me arse 7, and the singled mindedness they give people within the communities that are in their. they think that abrassive humor is hateful and rude, they think being obnoxious is annoying, they think speaking your mind is hurtful.  second life for the most part is a complete bore, and their isn’t much to do anymore. people also bring their stupid real morals and values into the game, where it should be it’s a videogame, i will put my real emotions, morals and feeling aside, because in the end it isnt’t ream and cannot hurt me. they instead they rumage in your face, stating that doing that is sick or wrong. people really need to learn that false reality isn’t reality but reality is less then televison. virtual worlds should be taken as a world to create your inner desires, functions and funness, not saying omgh that is against the law i’m gonna report you. my ex partner said the reason you don’t get along with people in sl is because your not a flower. flower means your very sensitive, emotionally empathetic, sympathy, and watch as it slowly devours your soul.

terrors of a movie set.

Today was the big day to shoot my horror film entitled boring pasta. it was simply supposed to be a big joke making fun of family guy, where it was black and white and the man and women would dance up and down, making pasta, and then peter would run in and start eating the pasta right away, and the wife would kill him, and then she’d make some more and serv it outside in a dish, but then the husband would charge and she’d shoot him in the head, but it didnt end up like that. I retold the story, of a person hitting a bible thumper on the head with a shuvel as she was in the backyard messing around, and         stuff like that .

 

well for the most part working on my set was a total fucking nightmare. know one was listening to my directions, almost zero amount of emotional impact and terror were present in the making of this movie. it was more like i cant do that or wont do this for the last bloody hr or more of the shoot. i wanted my mom to be literally dragged across the grass on the grass. i was viewing it via the camera lens and their was no love in the scene, it was like yea i’m pulling her, i am pulling her slowly, yea i am not gonna pull her rough to make it look scary, dark and distressing, even the shovel hit looking insanely terrible. on my sets i expect a insane amount of surrealism, an insane amount of strong emotions, strong body movement and fear. i was not getting this at all, on the set i was directing on. most of the time my mom is ok to work with on the last two films we did together, but this one she didnt seem to take enoughs risks as it was. i was showing her as i said it to others. lay on the ground, lay on the ground. she replied show me and i’ll do it, i said law on the ground, lay laaaay, then she chickened out and said her ankles were sore and needing to get some padding or some shite like that.

i had to repeat and repeat like i was a bloody robot over and over and over and over like i was a robotic monkey on crack. i really tried to be nice to everyone that was on the fucking set, but it was complete anarchy  for the remainder of it. the first part was very very fun, and then when it came to the intense intense  parts, they started getting really really bad at it. they kept saying oh your dont have to do it like that it’s just pretending. so your stating that pulling someone along the grass slowly and idiotic is gonna guarantee a legit scare? it’s gonna make the audience laugh, and not get the point of it.  it was shot from afar but i could tell they weren’t really giving 110% of the nature of the move, and just skipped along like a little fairy, thinking that pretending to pick up, or pretending to put you in a shed,        around a garbage area or trunk would create so much anarchy between me, my dad and my mom. the i don’t want to do it if i get hurt. sometimes a little accident or two helps the circulation a bit. i guess i expect too much a lot of the time, but when their here with jeff, everything seems to be ok, but when i am around shooting my style of horror without an accomplish, i start swearing, and shouting for them to get the scene correct. the only stressful scene was the dragging, the putting her in the shed, the realism towards the dragging, the shed and the trunk, and no one listening to a single word i am saying, like their a bunch of deaf monkey that forgot their hearing aid or dont make it realistic enough for me.

 

it would be nice, if everything went smooth, fast, energetic, funny, terrifying and horrific all in a single day, without a single complaint. the final product i know from my heart is gonna be a complete trainwreck of a film. i am going to have to get my buddy jeff to salvage whatever he can with it. possibly a fake trailer, a 30 second blurfest or just a complete mess. i know it’s a challenge but i take the horror genre very seriously. it is a genre that is slowly dying off, and having rehashes of the same shit over and over again.

 

thanks parents.