The gig is tonight. I have some gall to invite people when I’m not paying. I’m hijacking the Mag:net thing really. It’s ingenius.

Now if only I can make sure that my new haircut isn’t a disaster. Maybe I should bring a hat, just in case.

The bad weather means I’m getting a haircut tomorrow instead. Right before I meet my friends for Louie’s gig. How… awkward. For me, that is. I’ll have tiny bits of hair on my neck and my clothes all night.

My skin’s breaking out. I thought one of the perks of becoming an adult is saying goodbye to zits. Turns out I was wrong.

Joey posted the links to his and Emily’s LJs recently. I’ve always know that he and she blog but I’ve always been reluctant to check them out. I’ve had the experience of knowing too much about some people through their blogs or the articles that have been written about them and it makes it awkward when you meet them in person later on. It’s okay for people who become online friends and who equally know some things about your life because of the net, but for certain kinds of people, it’s different.

Like I used to sporadically read Ping’s LJ before I had the chance to work with him. And I know about five or so people who are either acquaintances of his or are friends’ with his brothers. But whenever the opportunity to strike a conversation with him occured during filming, I just clammed up. I didn’t know what to reveal and what would freak him out. It’s hard to admit you’re something of a stalker. Haha!

Same thing with Corey Deuel. It took me days before I finally told Pat we should forget about interviewing him. I just know too much about him! It’s embarassing. Meanwhile, I had no problem talking with a dozen other international billiards players.

I think it’s the backlash of my unhealthy obsessions.

So yeah, since I still hope to meet Joey and Emily someday, I think I’m not going to read their LJ.

Okay, maybe once a month.

This is my countdown to doom.

I sort of, kind of have a job now. It’s a freelance telecommuting thing and whether or not it’s part-time or full-time depends on how much I decide to do. I’m preparing myself to transition to something semi-permanent. Fine, maybe something permanent, period. I just don’t know if it’s transitioning towards or transitioning back. The timing really sucks because I am jumping to the unpleasant side of my twenties. I console myself by saying that this is not defeat. (In Austrian cyborg accent) “I’ll be back!” At least now I want to do things on my terms. Being 26 will grant me that, at least. I hope. I’m taking the Mark V. Reyes road to rockstardom. Did I mention that the short film we did in January of 2007 is a finalist at this year’s Cinemalaya? No? But it is! And it had a world premiere at the Santa Barbara Film Festival and last month, it was at the Tribeca Film Festival. The Mark V. Reyes road to superstardom works. Now I’ll just have to look for my version of Starbucks.

My mom said we can get haircuts tomorrow. I used to want a haircut. And a dye job. But now I can tie my hair back again and that’s kind of necessary because it’s so damn hot these days. I no longer know what style I want since getting a haircut got pushed farther and farther from my mind.

I always get a haircut when I’m ending one phase and beginning another. A haircut at this point in my life is so ominous. Nothing will ever be the same again, will it? (Cue suspense music.)

I sent this email to some of my friends and I’m posting it here for posterity:

Title: Commiserate with me

guys,

I’m crossing over to the dark side of twentysomething next week. If you’re free, my friend’s band, MaHaSa, has gigs on the 13th (Tuesday) at Mag:net Katipunan and at RJ Bar in Makati on the 17th (Saturday)/(Doomsday). No, I’m currently living in poverty so it’s not my treat. We’re going Dutch. If you don’t mind seeing me wallow in self-pity, kindly reply with whichever day is better for you–13th or 17th. Katipunan sounds really attractive due to proximity and RJ is such an old person’s place, but then again, I AM old (or will be on the 17th). By the way, MaHaSa plays blues-rock (loud music for old people) which is not for everybody (though they’re good; I like them) but at least the noise will drown out my rantings, yeah?

I don’t know who else is playing but the guitarist has been instructed to let me know ASAP.

So, any takers?

kicking and screaming,
The Misery Chick

Oh and I’m totally accepting donations of 120mm films. (Haha, tacky, but it’s worth a shot)

I haven’t been blogging as much because I am elsewhere on the net. Searching for opportunities, learning new things, googling. I haven’t been on Facebook at all in ages either, which says a lot. I still read fanfiction though. I’m busy, not dead.

I have been on more crossroads than Britney Spears. But the one I’m at right now is pretty ominous because I turn 26 in 10 days. I’m super uber scared and whatnot. It’s like waiting for the apocalypse only to be let down because you know there’s an “And then…”

I hope I can get rolls and rolls of 120mm film for my birthday. Then I can chronicle my 27th year in style.