I Want To Break Your Fall

Bunch of stuff:

On Thursday night, me, Michael, VJ, Leslie, Pali, and Bri went to dinner on the river, which was where Bri was supposed to buy me my lobster wrapped in steak (or steak stuffed into lobster) for me pitching National Treasure the TV show in class. However, I told her that I had worked it out with our professor beforehand, out of the goodness of my heart, so she didn't have to pay for me (for the record, I wound up not getting a steak stuffed in lobster. Apparently that's hard to come by). At one point she pretended to eat candlewax, and I pulled out my wallet and laid out 60 american dollars, and I figured she'd say "you'll pay me 60 if I eat that?" and I'd say no, but instead she just ate it, so I had to pay her, but to get it back she had me drink a glass of olive oil. All the waiters watched, which I didn't realize until after when I asked a waiter who hadn't been serving us and I hadn't seen before where the bathroom was, and he asked me if the olive oil made me nauseas and that's why I had to go to the bathroom.

On Friday, our class was pushed back until 130, where we wrote a drama about a robot coming out of the closet to her family, which I actually like a lot. Then the actors performed our comedy script for us, which was cool, and then we all took a train to Pisa, saw the leaning tower, ate food, and then realized we had about two more hours until the next bus, so we hung out outside until it came. The next morning we woke up and went to Siena, which was aweeeesome. At one point we went to a wine museum, and they were giving free samples, and one wine was delicious; literally, the best thing I've ever drank, alcoholic or not, and I asked how much it was, thinking I'd buy a bottle. It was 25,000 euro. Not 2,500. Not 250. 25,000 Euro. I want more so badly.

Another thing I did in class the other day was write a love song about the valley of death, which I'm hoping one of the actors will compose and perform for me. It goes like this:

"I Want To Break Your Fall"

When the moon is enshrouded in the mist of my dreams

I bathe in your light to scrub myself clean

And when you climb the hills of my hopes to summits unseen

I follow you

But when you fall

Which you will

Well, then, I'll thrash and I'll scream and I'll kill

Yes, I will

Whoa-oh-oh

Well I wanna break your fall

As we're truckin' on down through the Valley of Death

I'll push all the Devil's vines aside

And kiss you in the sand lappin' up against the tide

Whoa-oh-oh

Yeah-ah-ah

Whoa-oh-oh

Yeah-ah-ah

Yes I will

And don't you know I lost you in the tornado of my fears

And I cried enough to flood the trail of tears

And I shut my eyes tight as I struggled through the years

But I lost ya, babe

Boop boop dee boop

Yeah, don't ya know I lost ya, babe

Whoa-oh-oh

Well I wanna break your fall

As we're truckin' on down through the Valley of Death

I'll push all the Devil's vines aside

And kiss you in the sand lappin' up against the tide

Whoa-oh-oh

Yeah-ah-ah

Whoa-oh-oh

Yeah-ah-ah

Yes I will

And as my throat fills with puke and my ears fill with wax

And my ass fills with shit, well I try to relax

But I imagine your face as you tumble and fall

So I can't get to sleep, nope, not even at all

'Cause you plummeted away from me, babe

Sha-la-la

Yeah, you plummeted away from me, babe

Whoa-oh-oh

Well I wanna break your fall

As we're truckin' on down through the Valley of Death

I'll push all the Devil's vines aside

And kiss you in the sand lappin' up against the tide

Whoa-oh-oh

Yeah-ah-ah

Whoa-oh-oh

Yeah-ah-ah

Yes I will

(Fade out on endless repeats of chorus)

Unlimited Feceeeeeees!!!!!

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Tuesday June 2nd

So, in the middle of the night, I totally electrocuted myself when my cell phone charger ripped out of the wall and I rolled over into it, and that kind of sucked. And by kind of, I mean it really fucking sucked, and I yelled "OW, FUCK!" really loudly and woke up my roommates.

Then, yesterday morning I pitched  my Sibling Rivalry outline to my class, which is my show idea about a recent high school graduate sharing an apartment with his brother who secretly is attending Spy School, only to find out his brother is attending the rival School of Evil Science. It went pretty well, though it looks like I'll need to turn it into an hour long show instead of a half hour, since I couldn't fit in everything I needed to in that small space (that's what she said).

Afterwards, the actors performed the horror script we wrote as a class, and then we finished writing a comedy script for them. After that, I went into town with Leslie, Pali, and Tony (all from my class). We got lunch, where apparently two sandwiches is cheaper than one coke, then gelato (I got a mix of Kiwi and Fruit Salad, which was maybe the best decision I've ever made in my life). We walked towards the river and down the side of it, just to get more of an idea of the city on foot, and came back at 7 for dinner. After dinner, a bunch of people, including myself, hung out in the lobby, which is what we usually do, and watched The Soup and then the first-ever two episodes of Lost, because a lot of people hadn't seen it. All the people who hadn't seen it kept saying "this show is stupid" while it was on, and as soon as it ended, they were trying to figure out who would buy the next episode to watch immediately.

Here are a bunch of pictures, just copy/paste:

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Country Prize 2: Journal of Confidential Information

Yesterday I spent the day inside, and read the script for Independence Day, and the script for Raiders of the Lost Ark. What surprised me the most, I think, is that the script for Independence Day blows my nuts, almost to Terminator Salvation levels (although at least the script for Independence Day isn't offensively bad). However, it's plain and not very well written-- My excuse for that, though, is that they probably sold the idea to Fox, since that's what Dean Devlin and Roland Emmerich usually do, and then their script wasn't as important since they knew visually what they were going to do and just had to establish the order and the dialogue. It reads more like an outline than a script, anyway. And I don't really care: The movie is fucking bitchin', and that's all that matters.

Raiders, on the other hand, is incredible. Every little detail, every single punch and gun shot, is written out implicitly, and it's extremely well written. It's cool, too, because it's an early draft, and there's a lot of stuff in it that isn't in the movie (like a sequence in Shang Hai that was never even filmed but is both awesome and hilarious, if not slightly unnecessary). Both of these scripts are available on imsdb.com, if anyone cares to check them out.

Today we had class at 10, though I went a bit early to ask my teacher if it would be cool to pitch a National Treasure TV show in class, since one of the girls offered to buy anyone dinner if they'd do it. He said it was cool and he'd play along, so after we finished writing a comedy in class, I pitched "Country Prize," where Genjamin Bates is searching for a fabled prize which the Establishing Parents of our Country left transparent clues to on the back of the Bill of Rights (at "Genjamin Bates," Michael actually spit water he was sipping from out of his mouth, which is one of the funniest things I've ever seen). My idea for the second season was Country Prize 2: Journal of Confidential Information, which would follow more Genjamin Bates adventures.

I spent the rest of the day writing an outline for Sibling Rivalry, my 30 minute sitcom idea, which I finished. It still needs work, but I'll present it in class tomorrow, I guess.