My "Write Right Now" Rite Night

I got a text at about a quarter after nine from my buddy Spencer. He and Eric (another film school buddy) have a blog where they write a one page script every single day. On Fridays they have a guest writer contribute as well. The text informed me that their guest had dropped out and they invited me to participate. I said "Yes."

They have inspiration for each day (a picture, a clip, a song, anything), so this is what I was writing from.

I got my script e-mailed to Eric within the hour. It's basically a bad joke in one-page script form. Bad like "*groan* That was a bad joke!" Not bad like "You're no son of mine!" Check it out here. I noticed at least one typographical error. Nobody's perfect!

Don't ask me what I'm doing.

I am herein attempting an explanation of my current life situation.

At present I am living with my aunt and uncle in Hemet, CA. Now hop on Google Maps/Earth and see where that is. I'll wait for you.

Yeah, that's where I am. I know, right?

Rachel, meanwhile, is living with her padres in Family City, USA. If you're unsure where that is, punch "family city usa" into a Google search and the first result is your answer. The second result is a Wikipedia entry that would have helped me earn my Citizenship in the Community merit badge. (Not that I didn't earn it, because I did. Heck, I got my Eagle. And I did it all sans internet!) And this is one more spot that you can get some Family City news from earlier this year.

Sure we are "separated" technically, but come on! That is not what's going on. I am down here trying to find a job doing video/film editing. Upon securing said job I will find a place to live closer to said job. Then Rachel will join me and find a job of her own. Together we will make money...money enough to barely get by...the American Dream!

Let me see...what else do I need to tell you?

(Who - me. What - my situation. When - ? Where - Hemet. Why - job. How - ?!)

Okay. I have been here for three weeks. And I don't have a job yet! Yeah, that's the "how" that if anyone has any advice for me I'd be very appreciative.

There you have it, ladies and gentleman. I should just say "lady" because I think my wife is the only person who knows this blog exists. I can't blame anyone. I didn't even know it existed until recently.

I have a blog?!

I guess I created this a while ago...as you can see (whoever you are) this is the first time I've written anything on it. I should probably make this first post really lame so that no one has any hopes or expectations for returning. If you do come back...you will quickly learn I like ellipses (and parenthetical statements). And so I will now relate a random story from my life:

Just before my family and I moved into our house in Orem (over 22 years ago) we lived for a short time at my grandparents' house in Lindon. I was three-ish. I remember playing downstairs with this toy hotplate thing (where if you spin a knob I think the colors changed between yellow and red).

So (you'll also find I love the word "so") I had food on my mind. Nearby was some dough with which one might play. I decided to taste it. It was extremely salty; I did not like it. I needed a drink. I figured what I had done was wrong, so I could not ask an adult to get a drink for me because they would find me out. Being a genius, I went outside to get a drink from the hose which was easily accessible to almost four year old me. As the warm, rubbery-tasting water relieved my tongue of the salt which had been attacking it my grandpa stepped outside.

"What are you doing, Steven?"

I started bawling. I had been caught. I explained the whole event to my grandfather who, thinking back on it, was probably quite perplexed.