1. HAM.
2. People like Justine Tullier.
3. The Shawshank Redemption.
4. Netflix.
5. Half-Life.
6. RAR files.
7. That where there's a will, there's a way.
8. The soon-to-be-seen Post-Apocalypse.
9. It wasn't a complete fart-fest after the feast.
10. The Brave New Workshop.
11. The real film industry.
12. Homosexuals.
13. Stephen Speilberg.
14. Inspiration.
15. Courtesy when wanted.
16. Life. Rarely.
17. The occasional, once-in-a-lifetime, miracle during Halo 3: ODST that happened and yet, the chance was turned down to put it on Youtube.
18. My fucked-up mind.
19. Alvin and the Chipmunks.
20. Meeting Nancy Cartwright.

(I'll miss more people seeing the videos in the last post.) But it's gone.

I'm improvising this post because I want another thing to look foward to when I wake up on this site.

Oh, here's another video I'm going to get sued for:

dj-padman1, If you just that, I'm not very sorry but things like that happen all the time. But music is a form of expression so I'm sure you're than however I must've implied.

I have some very jaw-dropping, horrifying news. READ THIS.

I was crying and screaming at the thought of it.

I'm estatic! This is the first thing I finally uploaded on Youtube! I know it isn't much but everyone has to start somewhere UPDATE* I updated the slideshow into a Smartmovie so the quality is better:

UPDATE* This is the second video I have uploaded on Youtube so far. It's footage from the short film we did called, "Fresh & Healthy" which I also made a blog on. Click on the link to know what this next video will be about. It's footage I got while we were shooting the film.

I'm sorry if there is a glitch at 0:36. I'll work on that sometime but this was a bitch to upload so it won't be too soon. I'm gonna be experimenting with my Pinnacle software that helped me make this videos. I might put a slideshow of the photos I got at the end when I fix it.

I was recently in the 48-hour film festival 2 or 3 weeks ago. We did a 6 minute long thriller called, "Fresh & Healthy". I was a grip and my mother was the lead actress. (Okay, I may be a writer but everyone has to start somewhere.)

To those who don't know what the 48-hour film festival is, (Which you should. It's held in 70 cities worldwide.) it is exactly what it sounds like. You have 2 days to write the script, get locations, actors, props, shooting and the last day is all for editing. It was my first time being on an actual movie set and it was terrifying and one of the best and eventful days of my life. Funny how most of those days turn out to be the strangest, too. There are also required elements that I'm guessing are random every year. This year, it was Character: Kevin or Kathleen Schnabel, an expert. Line: "I hope they decide soon." (I'm using that from now on in all of my scripts as a salute to this!) And Prop: A sandwhich. That's what all the films are suppossed to have. Most of them did anyway. You also have to pick a genre out of a hat or bag but that was the impression I was under so correct me if you feel like it. I also forgot to mention that most people go on without sleep. I had very little.

My mother and I worked with Quarterton Productions on a 4-6 minute thriller. On Friday we had some time to work on the story and concept before we shot the next day. We figured, "How about storing human organs in sandwhiches?" Why not? I'll never forget the short amount of seconds we spent trying to come up with a title. Mother was Kathleen Schnabel, a sandwhich and deli expert running, Fresh & Healthy, a local Jimmy-Johns without subs ( I think) or Jimmy-Johns. Young actor, Dan Riley played her new coworker who was about to take the job for delivery-man but had to be tested first. It might end up on Youtube soon so I don't want to spoil it but I'll just say it's eerie. The ending was shot in an empty warehouse full of bird corpses. It was awful walking through there at night. We got nominated for 7 awards (Even best of them all!) and won 3. I think it was art direction, cinematography and script that we won.

I'm gonna be a bit of an asshole and review the first film I worked on but I really think we did a great job. The cinematography made me feel like Hitchcock was there. Our story wasn't unclear from the audience's point of view. And mother gave the most chilling perfomance I've been around. As a future director, I have a brutal point of view on young actors, (I hate Twilight) but Riley took the cake.

Here's a sample but this is isn't our film. It was one of my favorites at the film festival.

There were other genre's too. Comment if interested. Here's a link:http://www.48hourfilm.com/ Happy 4th of July!

UPDATE* We just got the director's cut of the dvd but haven't heard anything about putting it on a site yet but we're making progress!

UPDATE*I have some bad news. I got the podcast for Metal Gear Awesome on iTunes but it had that fucking tiny red box that says, EXPLICIT on it and my mom got suspicious. After a lot of stalling, I had to show my mom Metal Gear Awesome. She hated it. Took all of it pretty seriously. I DON'T SEE WHY IT WAS JUST A JOKE!!! She's now going to investigate Newgrounds and I may be banned under her roof from this wonderful site. Sure there is some hentai but WTF IS IT DOING HERE?! This is for artists, not pornagraphy. I find it a disgusting and degrading business-- Hell, it isn't even a business!!! But things like, Well, That was Easy, ::the composer:: and Sonny are things that shouldn't get me banned from this.

Btw, I'm turning 14 tommorow. This has been one of the worst week of my life though.

It's summer vacation for me. I'm free. Yay.

Semi-free. (Btw, Pokemon sucks. Pass it around. To those who already disagree and hate me, get a life.)

LOVE HAS NO PURPOSE AND DOESN'T EXIST. IT NEVER HAS AND NEVER WILL. It's another thing that we lie to ourselves about to be happy and that rarely happens. It's like the world. It doesn't really exist but we decieve ourselves to the lie that it does. (Like "The Matrix" but really, folks)

I definetly don't believe in love or many emotions. Love is topping all of them.

NOTE: Before I go any further, 2 those that enjoyed Of Vice and Violence (My last blog) You can still view it, noobs. 2 those that didn't, it's recommended. Best I've done yet on this site.

I tell you an incident that happened 3 days ago. I was in my english class during school and while the teacher's announcing stuff that I don't care about, he says that there will be auditions for the last school play. I was sitting there thinking, "WTF? There's only nine more days left of this wretched hell." Of course, kids were getting excited but I just sat and thought, "You all can't act." It's not because I hate their guts but they really can't act. Or sing. (Stupid musicals) Or form thoughts. Or do anything other than droon on about today's mindless pop culture icons for that matter. Anyway, I whisper what I was thinking to my friend and we both chuckle. Another kid sitting at my side stares at us and I whisper, "Oh no, I'm sure you're going to Hollywood." He probably misunderstood because he then said, "Did you just tell me to go to hell?" and I reply, "It was sarcasm." How is it that these ungrateful, snot-nosed pricks never heard of that? But 2 minutes later, he mentions that a girl sitting diagonally from me has a crush on me and I doubt it. But then he whispers to her friend and then all hell breaks loose.

They start shouting that she wants me so bad, she wants to have my kids, she wants to lose her virginity to me, she wants me to pop her cherry and obscene shit like that. I sit there the entire freaking time and act like it isn't even happening. I didn't look up because I was reading, "Carrie" and I didn't even know or care if people were staring. I was sweating a little. But I completely doubt that she had a thing for me. Why? She doesn't even know me and I don't know her. I'm not attractive. I don't like to hang around with people or socialize. Those aren't my only flaws.

I want to stay single for the rest of my life anyway. I already have 4-exes. Not to brag. I was emotionally scarred after my last break-up and don't want to be ready for the rest of my life. But she doesn't need to know that just know me. I've tried my entire life to find out who I am and let me tell you... I AM SICK AND TIRED OF TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO I AM.

It a terrifying coincidence that I was at the part in "Carrie" when that boy asks her out to prom. Scared the shit out of me. (Fill in the blank) And no. I was not reading it because it was a teen story. I hate those kind of things! I was reading it because it's Stephen King and I've been really into him and his work lately.

Another scary thing is that since the book is epistolary (Series of fictional documents in this case), It says the prom night incident ocurred May 27th, 1979. 2 days ago, that was 30 years from now. I didn't even notice for a while and when I did, I knew I had to write this.

And in case anyone was wondering, I didn't even speak to the girl or ask her or beg her that it was a sick joke. Another strange thing is that after it happened, she's just been sitting behind my desk on the floor with the big stuffed bear in the classroom. A bunch of her friends come and sit there but I didn't notice until the end of the class the day this happened and said, "What the hell"

The last blog infuriated my friend so I'll kindly ask u idiots to never read that one again.

Ever seen one of Christopher Nolan's films? I own a few and I have to tell ya, you have to be past Mensa to get them the first or second time.

I nearly have all the medals and acheivments on Thing-thing Arena 3. I knew a guy who recently took a car tire to the stomach about a week ago. He's dead and I refuse to speak his name. And yes, the tire was on the car when it hit him. This is like something they would say on SNL if they haven't yet. I can imagine them yelling it out loudly on the weekend... something or other. That news thing.

REPLACEMENT: Ever feel self-conscious lately? It's no wonder. People are judgemental freaks who secretly think they're better than anyone else, no matter how low their "dignity" is. Some will even commit suicide just to prove nothing. Not a damn thing.

I got a lot of complaints over on Instantaction.com about the masturbatin' with sharp razor wire part but this is Newgrounds so if you don't like it, I'd reccomend you don't say anything at all. I have friends.

While I'm on the subject, (Which I'm not. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.) I recently saw The Shining and The Exorcist. If you want my reivew, pm me or comment this blog please. I have a question: If a guy puts rubber band on the gun and puts it to his head and turns the safety off, will it keep going? Just think about it. Also, does he feel it? Huh? I've also recently bought and read Watchmen and then saw the popular video that's on hear a while ago and I finally got the joke. Again, have any comments or questions about it? ASK.

Speaking of films, I recently ran into some dumb sumbitch who made a crack about THE DARK KNIGHT. WHO IS THAT INSENSETIVE?! IT'S LIKE JOKING ABOUT THE HOLOCUAST! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN A MOVIE UNTIL YOU SEE THAT ONE FILM! It was Heath Ledger's last performance and the best one he has ever done in the history of existence! AND HE ISN'T HERE TO SEE THAT! After this anonymous guy was done with UNLEASHING HELL... It was like looking at a cop with a convertible cop car! He maybe hasn't even seen that film and he thinks anyone should have the right to their own opinion about it?! It doesn't matter what the academy thought and still thinks! It is a known fact that film is one the three greatest of all time!

UPDATE: This'll be up here for a long time! Maybe even when I have my first submission finally posted! Thing is, I think this is the best blog I've written! It may not have all of it's points but it's still from me!

I'm running out of material here so I'll wrap up because nobody wants to read any more of this trash.

(Computer voice:) Goodbye!

My... Hold it.

WARNING: The following post contains content that most or some of you would consider over the top offensive. It contains extremely crude sexual content including dialouge from the mouth of a guy my age. If you have illegetimate children and are about to read this, send them to go play with their dollys or whatever. Now, you've gotten this far so I'm not forcing you to read this. It's your own free will. Now this is the freakshow I have to face every day at school.

It is 11:04 am, Presidents day in Minneapolis. I'm writing this from my cold basement because my mother isn't home and she left the computer on because she needs me to fix her iPod and that's already done. I figure I write this because I'm online and I've been threatening to write a blog about this for a week. This is my chance.

I have friend at school. His name is Michael Kennedy. He's the only one out of 2 or 3 friends I have. I hate people. I hate almost everybody at Susan B. Anthony Junior High. He seems like a normal freckled guy when you see him. But I know the GOD-awful truth. He's more insane then I am.

Has anybody ever seen that episode of Family Guy, "The Cleveland-Lorretta Quagmire"? The one when Lorretta cheats on Cleveland? When Brian and Peter walk into Quagmire's house, Quagmire's on a machine that's pulling him back and forth at high speeds. Pretty much a sex machine without the... you know. I don't know what inspired Michael to this on but he calls it "Handles". Like dildos in a way but I never quite got what it was. As a gesture, he will put both his fists in front of him and hump the air. Back and forth, back and forth. Over the year and half I've known him, he's come up with a lot of different versions of it. Reatrded handles, classic handles, rock handles, pimp handles, Michael Jackson handles, Gore handles, Mucus handles, Bowel handles, etc, etc, etc. During class if nobody is looking, he look at me until I look at him, point at somebody, point at me and and do the handles gesture. It's always somebody I hate.

He also makes rape jokes. Like, "You raped theat retarded kid, Eric. You raped that wimp, Tristan. You got raped by Miss Humple, the wonder-bitch." This is going to get more graphic. "I know! Tristan and Eric raped each other in the bathroom while they were both taking a dump and the shit fucked each other as it was coming out and then when the shit was done, Tristan and Eric raped each other with the shit they shited out. If you know what I'm saying."

From the mouth of Michael: "VIRGIN PUSSY IS THE BEST!"

He also called the Saw saga beautiful. He sees a lot of gory films that his parents don't find out about and it cracks me up that they won't even let him see the decade's best films such as "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and "The Dark Kinght". (I just saw that a week ago in Imax and I laughed in his face. It was the best $14.50 I had ever spent. Best experience ever. Better than sex, I bet.)

I have a friend. His name is Michael Kennedy.

From the mouth of Michael, everybody! (Appluase)

We haven't found any other forms of life anywhere in the universe. It seems like a waste of space but hey, I bet they'd end up just like us, huh?

I supposed you all wondered why I called you here tonight. I sat thinking and thinking and I thought, "Why is it that on the radio stations, they only play christmas songs that are from the past, Hmn? It seems like when we come to this we sort of move backwards, never moving foward." As weird as it seems, I don't listen to those stations anymore sense I got Siruis. Go ahead and comment but I won't care about what your responses are to this strange thought I thought.

Last of all, I feel like instead of a painkiller, I'm a paincraver. I seem to fear happiness and want misery. The reasons I can think for this is that I may just want to get things over with. Yet, every time I think about this, I end off with, "Maybe it's because flames to dust, lovers to friends, why do all good things come to an end? Even life."

I plan to become a film maker when I grow up so in a few years, you may find this sayings in such films as, "The Stormwinds chronicles: The horrible people, Speedy, The Stormwinds chornicles: The finale, etc." You'll never know what I may think up next.

Natick the Greatic