i want to be what you are

Moving is the single most pain in the ass thing ever. Especially when you are moving from state to state. Packing up all of that stuff and moving in with someone is new and exciting as well. Having to figure out what you have two of, what to get rid of. All of that space has to be mixed together and sometimes it's hard to figure out. But I think we've got it pretty well. In any case, everything is moved in and unpacked. Except for a couple of boxes I've stuck in the garage.

And my equipment for work. That still has to be kind of hooked up. It's so many wires and gadgets. Then there were the Oscars and I had to go to that. That put a hold on everything. The Oscars weren't totally bad this year, but I've seen better. It was a lot of drinking and going to the bathroom, but I enjoyed myself. You always meet fun people in the bathroom.

Plus I think I've got someone to play in my movie. Well if I get to direct it, that is.

But the best part of all of this? No rats.

I really need to move. I can't stand this place one more second. There's rats. Actual rats. Not mice. Rats. I caught one.

Maybe I should just get a cat, but I think I'd rather just move.

Thank you for the roses, Deacon. They're gorgeous.

And yes, any time you want to see me, I'm all yours. Just let me know when you get here.

One of my newer trailers is finally in theaters. It's with Pelham 123 but anyway, it's already online thanks to some lovely lovely people.

( I'll put it under here )

It's called Shutter Island. It looks pretty good. I love doing scary trailers best I think. It's way more fun than the other ones. Well comedy's are pretty fun too.

Thank you for the present, Deacon.

Forgot my birthday.

Whoops.

Oh man I'm almost 40.

Okay so I'm kind of panicking a bit. We start shooting on my movie in like a week. Like really start shooting this movie that I'm directing and I'm filled with all of these .. thoughts. I'm totally going to ruin this movie and I'm not going to be any good and I am

Freaking. Out.

I need a drink, but I hate drinking alone. I think I might have a panic attack. No seriously. It kind of feels like I'm going to pass out and my head is swimming and my heart is pounding in my chest. And it's only a week away. How am I going to survive a whole week like this?

Oh god I'm gonna throw up.

Why do I feel like I'm always too busy to write in this thing? I've been having meetings and I think they're actually going to let me direct. There's this amazing screen writer who just .. wow, I mean it. The script he gave me to read was amazing. I haven't ever read anything like it before. And he says he really wants me to direct, to have this be my directorial debut. I showed him some of my stuff and he really liked it. So it's just a bunch of logistical and financial situations.

I think it'll be good for me though, having this producing background I know already what it takes to make a movie and what's going to be in budget and what's not plausible to do.

I've also been thinking about getting a cat or a dog. I know I keep thinking about it and then I say I'm away all the time and won't be able to care for it. But I think if I get something small, I can take him or her with me. I just don't want to be one of those people who carries their animal in their purse. Lots of people have pets when they have to travel a lot right? They just stay at hotels that don't mind pets.

Either that or I'll have to settle for goldfish and those aren't exactly cuddly.

I think I've finally chosen a dress for tomorrow.



Still going by myself. And not to an afterparty. I think I'm done with all the one night stands for a while. And afterparty=booze=drunken sex=badness.

This better not be boring as all hell. Maybe I'll get to grope Hugh Jackman. Wish me luck.


(OOC: Pretend this isn't the dress she wore last year. No really.)

It's finally been released.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808404206/video/11988602

Trailer for the movie I just produced. It's a Quentin Tarantino movie. I'm privileged to have worked on it.

Let me know what you all think.

Back into the office where we're putting everything together for the movie. At least I get to be in LA for a bit longer. It's Valentine's Day coming up, and then the Oscars. I have no idea if I'm going, I mean I've had a small tiny part of producing some of the movies up here or there but nothing major. And it means buying a dress.

So if for some reason I decide to go, I need help figuring out dresses. Anyone want to help with that?

Golden Globes are exhausting.

I'm thinking about getting a kitten or a puppy. I'm not sure which. Getting both would be a bad idea right? I mean I could get one that are the same size and a dog that won't grow that big. If they're raised together from babies it wouldn't be that bad, right?

I also had this really weird dream where I was in a horror movie, but Jack Black was the killer so I kept laughing and not really taking things seriously.

I also have this .. urge to try directing. That's just insane though.

I'm officially home from Turkey. I came back after the holiday and spent New Years Eve here. It was odd, though the cast and crew shared some drinks. I've been working my ass off but my work here is done, at least in this country. And I am officially back home in LA. Thank god, I've never missed my bed so much in my life. All my plants are dead, I guess I forgot to get someone to water them. Figures.

At least I get to work in my office again. I want food, like from all over. I just want a whole big huge plate of every food that I have missed in the past month. If anyone wants to join me, I'd be obliged. No sense in eating on your own.

[Private]

I think it's good that I've had this time to myself. And by time to myself I mean me getting laid. It's kind of nice not having to worry about what things mean and what's that and knowing it's just sex. Really really good sex, sure.

Now if I could just stop working so damn much.

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I think I'm going to start with ice cream. I feel better then I have in ages, I think I deserve it.

Look what's finally come out.



I'm quite proud of it. All my presents have been sent home already for everyone since I doubt I'll be able to be there. I guess it could be worse. I could actually have a reason to miss Christmas at home.

Edit: Looks like we're postponing shooting for a couple of days. I'll be home around the 23rd if someone needs me for something.

I need a vacation like you wouldn't believe. It's nice here, don't get me wrong. I like being places I haven't been before, but I'm exhausted. I'm pretty sure I've never worked this hard on a movie before and it's not like I'm even doing something like stunts, I'm just making sure things are coordinated. But Quentin's a tough bastard to work for. He's hilarious though, I like being on set, it's fun watching everyone.

But yeah, I'm in desperate need of a vacation. I don't know where or how yet. I still keep thinking about getting a dog or a cat. But can I do that if I don't know how around I'm going to be? I just hate being all alone when I have to go somewhere. Guess if I didn't want to be alone I should stop traveling so much.

Things are too complicated and that's saying something when all I do is make movies. On the plus side, Hugh Hefner's pad is extremely awesome. I should post pictures to make you all horribly jealous.

Oh god I forgot it's Thanksgiving on Thursday. Shit.

Guess I'll be alone for that too.

[Private to James]

What do you want for your birthday?

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I've been invited to the Playboy Halloween party this year.

Anyone want to go with me? I don't really want to go alone having all of those younger women in tiny costumes show me up.

They started shooting Inglorious Basterds (yes that's the way he's spelling it) a couple of days ago. I've only been around a fraction of the time, I've got too much to do then stand around and watch them shoot a movie though I wish I could. But so far so good, things are running well and people seem to be getting along. I'm in my hotel room, and it feels like I've been here forever. I'm starting to forget what my own home feels like. I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. It does make me sad that I'm never around to do things like date, or have a pet. I've always got people coming in to check my apartment and get my mail and that's it.

There's no one to snuggle up to besides five extra pillows here in my hotel room. There's no one to ask how my day has been. No one to run to the store with at 2 am because you're bored. I'm mostly even too busy for my friends. I haven't seen them in ages. But I can't just stop what I'm doing. People depend on me. Everyone on this thing seems like they're in high school/college or they're married. I don't really fit in, do I?

I guess I'm just waxing poetic for a bit. Feel free to ignore me.

Oh I did pick up some computer game based on the origin of Dracula. Van Helsing's voice got on my nerves, and my counterpart was pretty much a waif who passed out all the time. Oh Stoker, how I both love and loathe you.

One of these days I'm going to remember what it's like to actually go to sleep at a decent time. I go back and forth between the west and east coast I get like 4 hours of sleep a night and I never know which time zone I'm in.

I'm practically living on lattes and espressos. My poor bladder. I kind of feel like Tweak.

Someone tell me a bedtime story.

The next project I could work on is with Quentin Tarantino in his Inglorious Bastards movie.

Should I sign on? He called me personally and asked me to. It makes me feel like I can't say no. I mean, I love Quentin movies, and making Grindhouse was amazing.

Ah decisions decisions. The main problem is that I'm supposed to be finding my own project to do and do that one by myself, I get to pick. But I haven't found one yet.