Time to get productive on future plan making. I've been putting it off because I keep thinking of other things I'm interested in and I keep telling myself I don't know enough about my ideas to actually follow through on any of it. So without much more introduction; here is inside my head right now (in 3rd person because I'm a straight up asshole) matched up with some links for future development of the plans.

So the main idea begins in a little town called Vancouver. The young man has returned to the west, this time on his own. He's on a quest for education (related to film/television), life experiences, friendships, romance, music, a job and the general sensation of well-being/fulfilment. He has many options; and none are in any particular order other then the order they are written in below.

-Writing for film and television

He likes this idea because he does fancy himself a writer from time to time. He has always been an "ideas man." Perhaps all his hypothesizing is what made him so indecisive, but we digress. As a student in a pure writing class he would likely have fairly long nights. (all-nighters more likely mr. procrastinate) He would enjoy his homework, even when he tells everyone he would rather kill himself then write another paper. Narratives and scriptwriting are fun. Inspired creative writing gives him a joy that nearly nothing else compares to. A job is still possible but likely not one with many hours as he expects his workload to be somewhat time consuming. Post education, having a job in a writing room for a TV show would be fab, or even writing his own web/TV series or working freelance.

http://www.vfs.com/programs/writing

-Sound for Film

Four years ago he once imagined himself as a foley artist. He was very pleased with this concept for a future version of himself but ended up taking a different broader direction. The work still interests him though and he spends many a night dreaming of standing in a studio with a pair of coconuts and a huge moving picture of a horse, making the clip clap of the horses hooves into a very expensive microphone. This program also offers a chance at a career in different areas of media (not just film).

http://www.vfs.com/programs/sound-design
http://www.artinstitutes.edu/vancouver/media-arts/professional-audio-visual-d-216712.aspx

-Documentary Film Making

Ah the life of a documentarian. Travel, constant learning, endless stories, interesting people, inspired discussions... This is truly his dream job so it makes sense that he should want to train himself in the art of making documentary films. He wonders though if he would be any good at it.

http://www.capilanofilm.ca/ (have to go through a link, under programs)

OK, my laziness has already gotten the best of me. I have the attention span of a... I don't know, I don't really have an attention span. A NOODLE!

www.kcrworks.com/portfolio/sketch/ some really cool things

I was hoping to go out tonight because I've wasted all my other nights off doing jack all. So I drove to Carlisle and had dinner with a friend and came back because I thought maybe I'd go to the bar and try to meet people by myself seeing as everyone else is busy and have normal monday nights. But I'm home now and I really don't feel like trying to make conversation with people who will probably just think I'm weird and avoid me. When did I get so fucking awkward? I know I've always been a little bad with my shyness stopping me from making sense, but I used to do things atleast. I did way more shows, did activities like skating and dances. Why can't I be care free like I was. Why should I care what people think to the point that I'm afraid to be myself around them. Why did I move to a new city if I'm just staying in avoiding strangers.

Maybe I still feel like they all have cooler stories, more interesting lives, have more sex, have been more places, heard better concerts, more clever ideas.
-\X!*Fuck it. Stop. You are you, now fucking live it. Do something on purpose. Like writing, practice writing... isn't that what you want to do?

[DELETED] Don't write that though, that is private.

Try something like...

Breath upon the glass clouds the crawling crystals. The needles try to creep into celestial patterns across the window; fate would draw a finger through the pristine cluster of ice in a smudge. Some child's crude drawing, or perhaps a vulgar word wiped through the frozen breath of a distracted youth. Two simple sheep; locked together in copulation. Funny, but only if you know the would be artist.

I am - with all do respect - a moron. But at least I don't lose sleep over it. I've already had the best times of my life but I believe one day I will out do my past and that is something to look forward too.

some lady came to a work christmas party at the hotel I work at today. she got so drunk they had to carry her fat ass out on a luggage cart. she puked all over the floor and I had to clean it. I hate my life sometimes.

On the bright side though, I think I am starting to communicate with people better... but that might just be me.

I need a hair cut... also I think I am decent photographer and really want a better camera.

OUT OF TIME from Андрей Скурьят DREE on Vimeo.

One Room - I Want You from HeavyRoc Music on Vimeo.

Sitting in the dark not being very productive on a day off besides some music practice and some long daydream/thinking time. Thought I'd interrupt the tangent my mind is going off on right now with some narrative. Plus I haven't written in a while and writing directly into my blogs post box is oddly comforting. Here we go.

the lake

"This one... this one for sure." I say as I set down my towel and begin removing my shoes. I am at the edge of a pristine lake. The bottom is invisible in the blackness of the waters depth. Around all its edges I see a warped world turned upside-down.

I can hear someone call from very far away. "Why that one?"

The question puzzles me for a moment and I am forced to think instead of act. Hesitation; my first mistake. But the inquiry is valid, what makes this lake special? Perhaps my journey holds the answer.

I've spent the better part of the past year living out of the water in search of a new home. My skin has dried and cracked, my gills have congealed and filled with smog. I don't think after enduring what I have until this point that I would waste my time again by settling in just any pond with clear waters... so what is different this time? I must have stopped here for a reason and the only way to find out the potential of this place is to jump in.

Uncertainty holds me back, standing naked on big rock by the lakes shore. With one foot I test the temperature. Cold shoots through my toes and I pull back. An hour passes and I am still standing there, my cloths beside me, staring longingly into the water. Part of me tells me that if I stop being a pussy and dive in; my body will eventually adjust and I will be at peace, I will know then what it was that brought me to this new home. But the hesitance will not leave my blood, I cannot forget the signs I read while hiking here.

"Beware Waters: Instant Hypothermia"

While I have grown accustomed to frozen creeks and glaciers, the blackness of the water beneath me appears beautifully foreboding. I stand and shiver wishing these waves would just sweep me from their shore and drown my indecision.