Name: Alan
Gender: Male
Birthday: June 6, 1985
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Born in the Year of the: Ox
Industry: Communications / Media
Occupation: Network Technician
Location: Roswell, Georgia
Hometown: Louisville, Kentucky
Major: Art
Favorite Place: Curled up under my covers, especially if it's cold out.
Color: Candy Apple Red (like my Strat)
Movies: High Fidelity, Mallrats, Empire Records, Orange County, and Almost
Famous
Actor's: John Cusack, Antonio Banderas, Johnny Depp (Pirate's Owned), Jason
Lee, and Ron Jerem... uh I mean Jack Black.
Actress': (In order of preference)
1) Renee Zellweger(minus Chicago, she was looking kinda nasty in that one)
2) Kate Hudson
3) Elisha Cuthbert (my wife bee-ah-tch!!!)
4) Catherine Zeta-Jones
5) Kiera Knightly (damn she looks good in a corsette)
Show's: “Smallville” (yeah, it's sad I know), “Family Guy”,
“Futurama”, “Everwood”, and “Two and a Half
Men”.
Literary Work: “Self-Reliance” by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poem's: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost and “Annabel
Lee” by Edgar Allen Poe
Author(s): Anne Rice, Brian Jacques, Edgar Allen Poe, Ralph Waldo Emerson,
and Stephen E. Ambrose
Random Question:
Q: You're wearing a sweater that stretches down to your feet. What color belt
do you put on?
A: Who says I'm wearing pants?
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::7.21.2004::
Alright already, we'll all float on. No, don't you worry, we'll all float on...
Well, I've officially decided that my life would be a very interesting movie, and am seriously considering scraping the current script I'm working on and putting my life to page.
Tiff and I have been hanging out quite a bit lately; we don't talk about it, but I can tell when she thinking about it; neither of us are looking forward to going our seperate ways in a few weeks. We both tend to just become very quite when the conversation drifts towards moving. Our relationship has never really been classifiable, we've drifted between being lovers and friends, and back again. Now here we are closer than ever, and she's headed to West Georgia, and I get to stay behind. I hate to sound like a whiny five-year old, but it's just not fair. I'm continually hearing about how great a guy I am, how I always seem to somehow 'save the day' for someone. I mean what about my day, who the fuck is going to save my day? These past two weeks I've rediscovered something that I thought I'd never see again, these past two weeks I've been happy, and it's not just having Tiff back in my life that's caused it, though it is a very big part of it.
Just today she came by my house to pick up a dvd (I got her a copy of 'Northern Exposure', it is one of her favorite shows, and she always talked about it when we were dating) and she just came right in and flopped on my bed (she has also commented on how much she loves my bed; it's a rope bed so the matress is suspended, plus add in the fact that I've got one of those super soft matresses and denim goose feather pillows (in the summer with my fan on they are cold to the touch, and in the winter they hold heat better than my down comforter) my bed is probably the most comfortable thing on the planet) we talked for a bit then she started to fall asleep, so I got on my computer and finished up a couple of pieces that I'd been working on. I turn around a little later and this sense of completely losing myself and the world came over me. She was so beautiful. She was laying on her side with her hands tucked under her head on my pillow. It's not like I've never seen a sleeping person before, but what I saw in her I don't think that I could put into words (this is very bad for me, considering I'm a writer and I must rely on my ability to put things into words for others to understand). I was going to go get my camera and snap a picture cause I had a great idea for a piece forming in my head, but no matter how much my brain told my body to move I couldn't; no matter how loud my mind shouted "blink damnit!!!" it fell upon deaf ears. It was interesting when she started waking up, I had to spin around in my chair really fast and manage to hide the fact that I'd banged my knee on my desk.
It's these little moments of intimacy, that make me truly happy. I take something small and insignifigant like that and begin to think about how purely human that little slice of life is. I think about how simple and pure it is, and call me a 'big pussy', but I just melt like ice on a hot day.
Then that shadow on the horizon peer's it's ugly head my direction, and I can't help but dread what it's going to be like in a couple of weeks. This fall everyone will be gone, and I'll be here in fucking Roswell. I mean I'm transferring out to West Georgia second semester, but the thought that I'm never going to be as close to these people in my life again sadens me to no end. Sure we'll all still be friends and keep in touch, but it will never be the same. Maybe I just care/think too much about these things, but is it wrong of me to not want to lose that???
Geez, I'm so freaking pathetic.
Any how I'm working on an entry that will probably change the way a lot of people look at me, I just hope that I have the stones to post this story, as it tells a lot about me that almost no one knows, but I feel that with all these people going away, they might as well hear things from the beginning.
I've been thinking way too much...
Rob: I'm tired of the fantasy, because it doesn't really exist. And there are never really any surprises, and it never really...
Laura: Delivers?
Rob: Delivers. And I'm tired of it. And I'm tired of everything else for that matter. But I don't ever seem to get tired of you, so...
- High Fidelity
That movie is my fucking bible. Though now that I look at it my all time favorite movies are as follows:
1) High Fidelity (Main character owns a record store)
2) Empire Records (Entire movie takes place in a record store)
3) Almost Famous (Main character fraudently becomes a music journalist)
4) Say Anything (The infamous 'boombox' scene)
5) Jerry Miguire (Nothing musical here, just a great movie)
Maybe I should consider a career in music...
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Alan spun round and round on 7/21/2004 03:07:00 PM
