Douze: Keep me company through the night

What a frightful day.

I don't mean that in a bad way. Far from it, since I sit here at the end of it all, delighted at what I've done. I'm just thinking about how there were at various points of the day moments during which I'd be downright frightened at whatever it was I was doing.

When I got back from walking Xena, (which I'm doing this week because Eric... well, that's a long story in and of itself,) I called this guy, Ed, at Classic Bowl, about the job. So he's trying to get me in for an interview, and I'm like "hm, wow, I'm busy this week," and he's like "yeah, well, there's gotta be some time this week we can get you" and I'm just thinking "oh God, shit, fuck." So after a quick lookup on Oakville Transit's website, I map out a bus route and find myself determined to get down there.

Bad move. I wound up going the least direct way possible, finding myself in no less than 2 distinct parts of Oakville I didn't recognize, and eventually at Clarkson station before making it back to the Hyde Park/Vega/Dundas area I know as home to Classic Bowl. I left, it was quarter to 3, I told him I'd be there "in like an hour," the end result being my walknig in through the door at about 5. After the incredibly short meeting, I called mom for a drive home and we theorized on how, if I'm to work at Classic Bowl, I can actually get to and from said Bowling alley. There's a strong likelihood I'll be working late, pass bus hours, and even so the bus is far from direct.

Anyhow, it looks like I'll be a bowling alley porter, which seems to me to be a nothing job with little pay. More trouble than it may very well be worth, but here I go anyway.

So after that whole adventure, I gave myself less than an hour to eat and grab my shit, so we could trek out to Milton, grab Neabel, get everybody into costume, shoot some stuff, and come back. In the mood for an evening drive (soundtrack courtesy of the hilarious new Dane Cook CD,) I accompanied Chris Brown and Neabel back into Milt.

So after all these escapades, I'm fairly wired for the night. I just want to unwind, maybe write something, relax a bit, pretend the rest of the universe has shut down except for the sound of my clack-clacking keyboard.

I've still got quite a bit of work to do, in the movie and in terms of getting my life together. I'm getting my schedule for school tomorrow, and that's one less thing to think about. I'm on the right path and I'm too far to turn back.

It's just one thing. That one thing that could somewhat be described as that aching, cavernous yearning in my soul. Human desires. To be free of grief, to be done with my movie, to be romantically involved, etc, etc. I'm taking aim and shooting down all those little things, one by one, taking care of business in a flash. And it's getting better all the time.

I don't know when my movie will be done. I've got two shoots left scheduled, and that might be the end of that, but the matter of editing could take weeks to straighten out. I'm thinking I might burn off one simple DVD of the film, and premiere that, and then complete all the features such as the featurette, trailer and even, hopefully, commentary. I'm just still rather concerned as to whether or not it'll be done before everybody moves off. People, such as Alyssa, are already going in some cases.

So at this point in the night, I feel somewhat isolated. This blog is my only communication to the outside world. I think I've said all I have, so I think I'll go, rest, unwind a bit.

Keep on rockin' my friends
-Mr. Scotto