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November 20th, 2005 (11:08 pm)

the story, in short.

10:45 p.m. - a phone call goes like this:
"anna, meet me in t.j. (mexico!)"
"that's absurd, i'm hanging up on you now."

10:47 p.m. - call back
"so. how do we get to mexico?"

other important numbers of this night/weekend, because numbers make the greatness, and believe me, there was greatness.
2: the number of dogs bigger than a whole anna who chased her around a mansion because she does what we all would do when seeing 2 anna sized dogs - run screaming.
90: the speed i was driving when i got my two hundred (200) dollar speeding ticket.
3: the number of cops (internationally!) that pulled me over.
45: the number of minutes it took to navigate out of mexico when we unintentionally crossed the border.
1: the number of driver's licenses (mine) stolen by the mexican police.
25: the number of cigarettes smoked in two countries.
7: the number of times we listened to my arabic cd on repeat.
5: the number of hours needed (and spent!) in a spa to recuperate.
0: the number of weekends that have outdone this one in my young adult life.

rocio and anna's social event of the fall 2005 season:

October 26th, 2005 (11:59 pm)

us this saturday night at higgins building: 108 w. 2nd st. #913 in LA
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you this saturday night if you're NOT at higgins building: 108 w. 2nd st. #913 in LA
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if the expensive drinks, skin bearing beauties and downtown view don't charm the pants right off of you, your two hostesses will.

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August 24th, 2005 (10:19 pm)

notice! to the 2, 3 and, on a good day, 4 of you who have my number and call it occasionally: my phone is now permanently disconnected. i'm not ignoring you unless i am. i'm really enjoying being virtually unreachable. and i'm completely disregarding the lameness of the fact that my only means of communication with you 2, 3 or 4 people is through livejournal.

in other news, i've been so deliciously happy these past few days that i actually like hanging out with myself. you should try it. it's a blast.

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August 21st, 2005 (07:14 pm)

hey, i just wanted to let you all know how excited i am about this year. it's going to be a good one, i promise.

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omg i need a tan! how bout u?

July 11th, 2005 (01:19 am)

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summer loving, had me a blast: the polaroid series (Part One).Collapse )

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June 29th, 2005 (10:29 am)

i may have inadvertently been the cause of the four inch sideway step the fridge in the garage took when the car danced with it, but all three of us, the dancer, the dancee and me, are going to make it. which is a super good thing because it means the internship is still a go. but all that really means is i get to play darts with the boss, watch movies in the basement, and exchange hello's and how do you do's with that guy from that show who was/is kind of famous. dr. no is playing here in the background and the prettiest women i've never seen are dancing in flowy dresses and far too much eyeliner. but these are things that have always been my specialties.

my newest specialties include taking tequila shots with my dad, sleeping on roofs, missing girls and boys from wisconsin/riverside/phoenix/albuquerque/new york, and spending half my days on travel websites where i carefully plan all the trips i'll never take to wisconsin/riverside/phoenix/albuquerque/new york. but for right now i'll watch the prettiest girls dance in glittery dresses in movies where their eyeliners don't smudge the morning after.

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May 30th, 2005 (04:37 pm)

i made friends with the bathroom lady whose name i can't remember. but i can tell you she has 4 kids and dances to fifty cent with the best of them. 5 years of spanish classes paid off in the bathroom of club tequila in rosarito. maybe i just speak it better after drink five of open bar, ladies free club night. i told her i couldn't enjoy myself completely after seeing what i just saw outside those walls. she told me i had a beautiful heart and i cried on her shoulder before giving her a twenty.

life has a way of timing things perfectly. just when i felt that i'd lost every ounce of social consciousness within me, i end up sitting on the steps of club animale, crying about the children trying to sell me shell necklaces on the dirty flashy strip streets. maybe i'm just a sadpathetic drunk. maybe i know i'm a sadpathetic drunk. but am i amused that people are getting arrested on the opposite street corner as we laugh in our drunken stupor? not really.

being in a foreign country reminded me of armenia, although the streets in armenia aren't paved and there's a serious lack of neon flashing lights in capital city yerevan. i'm going back there, i decided on the bus ride back over the border. i'm working at dreamworks animation this summer and splitting the earnings evenly: rent money, armenia money. somebody come with me. i made a lot of decisions on that bus ride. i'm going to go to south africa, even if it means graduating late. there's more change, but it's mostly secret.

this all sounds too somber for what it really is. it's all looking up, kids! changes long overdue are coming to head and it's only going up from there. summer's beautiful. my apartment + every visitor who steps inside of it are finally feeling like home to me. my netflix list took a major shake up to make room for alias dates with my mom. my bffl has reemerged and reminded me what it's like to feel completely at ease with someone. my script is now in stage 1. my dvd collection is now +2. my heartbeat is now x3.

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May 21st, 2005 (03:16 am)

Cotton candy used to be magical. The way it dissolved on your tongue with that tingly bubbling feeling. I used to think it was the most brilliant invention of all. But soon enough you discover that its only sugar.

How do you make yourself ignore the brilliance of it! Let’s collaborate with power plants to shut off electricity to drive up the cost of energy so we can rob an entire state of a million dollars a day after we’ve forced the deregulation of state energy affairs which prevents federal intervention to aid a governor who will inevitably come to be recalled for his apparent inaptitude in dealing with an energy crisis and will then famously be remembered for being beaten by a certain body building Hollywood star. Did someone forget to report that the energy crisis of California was coordinated by Enron? Did I just miss that somehow? But how do you not see the brilliance of it? Let’s establish a mark to market policy where we’ll report profits that don’t exist to drive up the stock price and make billions in the process.

When you’ve just freaked yourself out cause you drove into Bel-Air looking for a gas station and laughed at the guy who used paper towels to cover the handle on the pump and taken pride in flipping off a jerk in a Bentley, hearing of Kenneth Lay’s humble, poverty stricken childhood only as a precursor to his future screwing over of thousands of working people of their hard earned savings isn’t going to make you think more highly of the man. What happened to the girl who knew this stuff, who sought it out, who wanted to make it her own personal mission to save the world. Fuck naivete. I liked my cotton candy ball of illusions if it meant I thought we could do something about it. You’ll see it on your tv and go on eating your dinner, right Hotel Rwanda? But I’ve lost my appetite. I’ve been weighed down, blows to the ego shredding away at my outer walls, trying to mold pure sugar into something impregnable. Cotton candy dissolves before you’ve had time to swallow and before you know it there’s nothing left. Disillusionment doesn't taste so sweet. I want to believe in good, but does that mean I have to accept the inviolable existence of evil? 

Milgram's experiment in 1963 tried to see if regular people could hurt innocent strangers by administering shock treatments to dangerous and even lethal levels if commanded to do so and told they were absolved of any responsibility of it. Two thirds of the study subjects administered the lethal shocks. How do people lose their sense of responsibility in the happenings of the world? How does Lay lose his sense of former self when he drives thousands of workers into poverty? How do I lose this bitter taste in my mouth when sugar dissolves into apathy?

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May 9th, 2005 (12:01 am)

me: you don't need to hang out with people like that...i can't even stand them
brother: y cus there stuck up
me: yeah
brother: well so am i
me: you're stuck up for different reasons
brother: ya, cus im fine

that's right, he went there.

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May 2nd, 2005 (11:17 pm)

59 cent bottomless coffee!Collapse )

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April 11th, 2005 (03:47 am)

i made nutella crepes with my mother today and watched her melt into the batter. my father sprinkled tears on her remains. they smiled that innocent smile of theirs and made it that much harder to inspire disdain in me for their sugary attempts at guilting me into living at home forever. abandonment is not the word. independence, freedom, life. those may come closer.

and yet the most important part here is that i made nutella crepes. but someone stole my clockwork orange dvd. and i have so much work to do that i might cry. what does a director do? and how do you work with actors? but who wants to forget all that and watch "the it girl" with me?

spring break looked like this:

March 21st, 2005 (12:25 am)

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February 22nd, 2005 (12:45 am)

anyone know of any get rich schemes to help the residents of habitat soo zee make rent for the next three months? we're taking submissions for ideas. donations are welcome as well.

so far, selling eggs/sperm, gambling, prostitution and drug dealing were serious options at one point.

fuck. pile it on, universe.

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February 9th, 2005 (03:21 am)

i like the fact that i work at a coffee shop solely because my co-workers are wonderful people.
i like the fact that boys at the shop compliment my shoes and earrings.
i like the fact that i stupidly convince myself to talk to the actress from "real women have curves" everytime she comes in, but can't do it.
i like the fact that i come home from work everyday with a chai and california rolls.
i like the fact that i come home to my best friends everyday.
i like the fact that i write my scripts 3 hours before they're due cause i "work better under pressure."

but then...

i don't like court dates.
i don't like seeing people cry.
i don't like feeling insecure.
i don't like the desire to quit while i'm down.
i don't like viruses that make porn sites pop up.

outnnumbered and outdone again. my despondency of late is a reaction to a realization and this realization stems from an insecurity that's plagued me since those fourth graders made fun of my pig tails, short skort, and big armenian nose. self-deprecation is a pet peeve when it comes to others. i want to slap reality onto the back of their heads until it comes oozing out of their eyes and instills self-worth in them. funny how we dish the advice we just can't take. funny how the one thing that makes me happiest can devastate me when i fail to make the movie i wanted to make. but i suppose it's not too funny. i suppose that's how it works.

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January 26th, 2005 (03:54 pm)

Anna and Monika: (shit talking, shit talking, shit talking)
Anna: Aww, guys, we're so mean. I'm not going to trash her script anymore.
Mike: No, don't worry about it. She's conservative.
Anna and Monika: Ohhhhh, okay. (shit talking, shit talking, shit talking)

I don't know if I made this clear before, but my screenwriting professor is the writer of Raging Bull. Some say he looks like Bilbo Baggins. He says he's an Armenian from Baghdad. On the first day of class, he wrote on the chalkboard with a red marker. Last night,  he partied with "Marty" Scorcese to celebrate the 11 Oscar nominations. Today, he gave us some words of wisdom: "If you can't communicate with your audience, you're not making love to them. You're just jerking off."

[I decided that I like writing movies more than making them. You can do whatever you want on paper without worrying about the logistics of finding locations that will fit the scenes or getting permits for every location or casting the look you want or getting that ideal performance. It's perfect on paper.]

edit!!! and i've changed my mind. i take it back. some moments, some images, like those of tonight's, are indescribable. no attempt on my part to put it into words would do it justice. i'll always see in shots.

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