Joanne, in Admissions.

8.30.06
3:08 PM
You know those petulant, sharp faces that peer at you from advertisements for clothing and products that you will never be able to afford? Well I met them today.
I had an audition at House (the production house on the absolute Western edge of Manhattan) and, at the same time, they were holding some sort of model audition. People, it was sexy/creepy. I felt like I was 6’1 and in a beautiful porno. It was a good way to start Wednesday.
After I got home I watched Le Samourai, a French film about an assassin that follows the code of Bushido. It was interesting to see an assassin movie without huge special effects or Sylvester Stallone. Not the best assassin movie I’ve ever seen, but it was good.
Aside from all this, I am feeling rumpled today. I’d like to be in a soundproof room without windows right now and not at this broken down Hospital populated by overloud stereotypes.
Why must stereotypes be so loud? That is a puzzler. Maybe they think that if they’re loud, people will think they are real and not just annoying shadows of the Real. If they think at all that is. Maybe there is some sort of hive mind. Like squirrels. Loud, stupid squirrels.
I wrote a song the other day. Usually when I do that, it remains at 4% completion: written but nothing else. This one reached at least 10% before I gave up on it. I have the melody for the first four lines and a few demos recorded of different ways to go about it. It might go further, it might not. On the upside, it is very easy to get a myspace musicians page.
Who knows.
May the grace of God deliver me from my enemies.