Old school writing…

34. INT CHELSEA HOTEL – night

Edie is lying on a bed. In the room, there is two men. One, SILVER, is sitting next to her preparing to inject speed into her system. The second, MAX, is rummaging through her silverware drawer.

Edie: Who’s he?
Silver: Don’t you remember? This is my friend, Max. The guy who knows the guy who knows Alfred Hitchcock.
Edie: All right. Is your friend stealing my silverware?
Silver: No, he’s just borrowing it.
Edie: Just because I let your friend fuck me last night, it doesn’t mean he can take my silverware. Did he film it?
Silver: Yes, and you were great.
Edie: Ugh.
Silver: Are you done?
Max: Yeah, it’s a wrap.
[Silver tries on one of Edie’s fur coats.]
Silver: How do I look?
Max: You look groovy. Hey, Edie, can we borrow your coat?
Edie: It looks really good on you.
Silver: Thanks. All right, sweets, we’ve got to go.
Edie: Don’t go. Don’t leave me now.
Silver: Maybe I’ll come back later. Don’t forget to blow out all these candles.
[As the men leave, Syd arrives.]
Silver: Ciao!
Syd: Take off her coat, man.
Silver: She said I could borrow it.
Syd: No, no, either you take it off, or I’m going to take it off for you. It’s your choice.
Max: She just said he could borrow it.
Syd: Take off the fucking coat!
Silver: Hey, man, just mellow out.
Syd: Get the fuck out of here! Get the fuck out of here!
Silver: We were just leaving, man.
Edie: Syd? Is that you?
Syd: What’re you doing?
Edie: I said it all to him. I said it all to Andy. I said it all to him. Is that why you’re here? Are we going upstate, like Andy said? Because if we are, I just need to put a few things into a bag.
Syd: Settle down. He’s gone. Maybe when he gets back, alright?
Edie: Did my father call you? Is he going to lock me up again?
Syd: No. No.
Edie: Syd, could you at least stay the night with me?
Syd: No… Edie.
Edie: Lately I feel like I’m going to die.
Syd: You’re not going to die, Edie. You’re going to be fine, I promise.

Back in the day, old school writing. I was absolutely demented. This is just an excerpt from an entire script I wrote…

School + Album Review

I’m unhappy to admit that my school’s glorious spring break will be over tomorrow. At 6:15, I’ll be happily (hah!) jumping out of bed . Sounds great.

Today, I’ll be running. I’m a procrastinator. I’ve waited nearly two months to even begin this monster author research project, and I’m due to give a presentation sometime this week. Yet I’m still tempted to mess with fate and just prolong it a little bit longer. Such an event would likely lead to chaos later in the week, and chaos that I am very unwilling to deal with. Aside from the author presentation, I’m also supposed to take a practice AP Euro test. It looks scary, because I don’t remember a lot of the terms… here’s hoping I don’t bomb on the final.

Changing topic before I get too stressed to think correctly. ><” Anyone who’s heard Sixx: A.M.’s album, the Heroin Diaries Soundtrack, can hopefully vouch for me. This is one of the most positive negative albums I’ve heard in awhile. Apparently, it’s based on bass guitarist/vocalist Nikki Sixx’s book “the Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star.” To my understanding, it was made to chronicle his life from about December 1986-December 1987.
It’s pretty great though, and I can sometimes be a bit of a rough critic. It’s definitely got some piercing lyrics, but that’s expected when a former drug addict recalls their turbulent lifestlye. It also has a great deal of experimentation, and almost reminds me of a Tim Burton film soundtrack, haha. It’s pretty gripping, and every song seems to have a hook. Anyways… if you want it, here it is: http://www.sendspace.com/file/t22fh6. It’s a zip file….

Now that I’ve done a review, I guess I’ll start that forsaken English project… ><

“We still lived like we were about to die.
After all, we were the drug scouts of America.”

Ahh, media!

A brief intro?

My life is like an open book on a public library shelf, whether I like it or not. That being said, I might as well publish the dirty deets. Just kidding, nothing I do is that notorious. I’m a pleased 16 year old. As much as I suck at these introduction blogs (I promise, this’ll get better as it evolves), I will attempt to explain myself in a few sentences. I guess, if you’ve gotten close to me at any point, you probably know the basics.
I’m the product of a failed marriage, and I’ve relocated quite a few times. I don’t get along with my dad too well, though I try to pull my act together whenever I see him and his family. I tend to overreact when he makes me mad, due to.. past grudges. We’ve had plenty of rough patches, but I’m trying to take part in the whole ‘forgive and forget’ concept. Unfortunately, that kind of thing is easier said than done.
I really dig certain things. Near the top of the list is Charles Manson, Edie Sedgwick, and abnormal psychology. Yeah, they’re partially bizarre, but I don’t care. I fancy 1960s culture. I could go my whole life quoting other people. There’s so many brilliant quotes, it’s all I can do to choose a few to put on my facebook profile.
I have a relatively interesting life. It’s filled with several adventures, mostly because my friends and I are totally cocky, whether that’s good or bad. We’ve done almost everything obnoxious under the sun, but that’s alright. I can’t imagine my life without them. Erica, Elena, and I are fighting the clock war… Kendal and I are celebrating nip day llowel (inside jokes, hah.)
Ah, then there’s Gabe. You didn’t think I’d neglect to mention him, did you? He’s the best. Always making me smile, and always entertaining. Even when we’re on the telephone and the only thing I hear is him yelling at games. xD And, yeah, he does attract ORBS at cemeteries. I’ve got photographic proof. Mr. Pink has goats….
There’s gonna be some juicy stuff in this blog. That’s undeniable when my name is mentioned (kidding! I’m not that much of an egomaniac). There’s gonna be some stuff I’m hesitant to share, but I promise to deliver. ;D Now if that’s not the highlight of your day, I don’t know what is.
To quote the Duchess, “My life has always been a double-strand of pearls around my neck.”