MagnoliaFan134

"Some people would say, well if that wasn't in a movie I wouldn't believe it" I have a recent obssession with this film called "Magnolia", it was the finale film for me for my paul thomas anderson quest. What can I say? this film is great, I can't explain why, and I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but this film has such a power, especially its climax.
this is a relatively short post.

cheesecake factory:
After being thirsty thanks to a well made coke advertisement, i decide why not, i don't soda regulary anyways. My sister ordered one first, making me seem as i jumped on the bandwagon, but i didn't care at that time, i was just thirsty. My mom ordered a martini extra dirty (that means the pour some of the olive juice into the drink) with bleu cheese olives.
When the drinks came, my mom recieved hers first and she was sitting to the left of me, and my sister was sitting on the other side of the table. my sister was second to get hers, but as he was reaching across the table to hand me my guilty pleasure, the glass shattered in two. the bottom hit the frail martini glass, splashing everyone with coke, vodka, and green olive oil. glass was in the bread.
as soon as i got home i started to re=write a script adding a scene similiar to the night's incident.

david and i
our lives are so parrallel it continues to creep me.

the rest
ney. rehearsal. hannah. blasphemy.

"These strange things happen all the time"
posted by Justin at 7:08 PM

Rite

"Have you been hanging out with to many white people?"
asked the robust blackman, a replied with a sheppish smile wjhile my hand was retaliating back to my sweatshirt pouch.
"How old are you?", at this point i was too pissed off and confused to talk averagely, yet I still held that idiotic fake grin, "15".
"your, too old to support this orginazation." I walkied fast to leave but trying to act as if it was normal, but i was offended, and in this post i'll explain why.

shoulda:
coulda. woulda. retard.
I walked away thinking of what i wanted to say, but being the cowardly bastard i was i assimilated with the situation and disn't take action. I'm always like this then I start to fantasize of what i should have or could have done, to make me feel better about my bravery.
After going over it sometime in my head, i came up with something I should have said. I came up with two options.

1. I picked the cotton for the master,(pause for a
'what?') your the reason racism is still around.

2. (silently) Shame on you. Your organization is
responsible for promoting racism. May god
have mercy on your soul.

But, again, I didn't and i wish I should have.

tired
white boy.
I'm sick of being called white because of the way i choose to talk, and how i present and carry myself. The black stereotype has basically ruined my young adult life. Now everyone has the mentality that every black person must absolutely exactly the same. I sorry but if I don't say "nigga" every five seconds or own 3o,ooo cell phones, or wear clothes that cost more than a two story house, then i'm sorry, maybe everyone should realize that your complection doesn't make you who you are.
Why can't I talk as if i have common knowledge, or dress a certain way. As a filmmaker one of goals is to breakthis barrier between the definition of cultural behavior, because there is no such thing, we are who we are no matter what we say

the rest.
sexual. type. nike. cent.

Sorry to depress anyone that has read this, but i'm fucking sick of this shit, and people need to know, because i won't do anything else.

posted by Justin at 4:23 PM