3.29.2006 I've decided exactly how famous I want to be. I want to be famous enough that Sofia Coppola would make a mixtape just for me. A mixtape of all the moody songs I'd never heard before--but that would, even upon a first listening, send a perfect shiver up my spine. Oh, and I'd be able to blast my mixtape from the rooftops, for anyone to hear, without feeling the slightest tinge of shame. I mean, it wouldn't be like I'd downloaded those songs after hearing them for the first time in a movie trailer. On the contrary--those songs had been given to me--in probably the most intimate of all mediums, a mixtape--by my close and personal friend, Sofia Coppola.
I was thinking about it, and I really don't think I'm going to be hit by a car. So if that happens--man, was I ever wrong.
1:27 AM
3.25.2006 I realized the other day that I really don't give a fuck about what anyone is wearing, ever.
2:13 PM
3.24.2006 Yesterday was one of those uncharacteristic days where I was overcome by the sensation of needing to buy jeans immediately. I seem to experience this obsession for one day every three or four years, so I've come to accept it as perhaps the strangest part of my natural cycle. But even though I accept it, I still don't enjoy it--it's too powerful and too consuming (and also there's no worse way to spend an afternoon than pants shopping).
1:35 AM
3.12.2006 I'm on a business trip! I'm writing this from the king-size bed in my hotel room! How cool is that!? (These are exactly the kinds of comments that makes me feel like I am not yet an adult).
3.08.2006 I pray to god that I'm never accused of a crime that attracts the attention of the New York Post. They're ruthlessly biased in a way that seems like it should be unconstitutional.
3.06.2006 I'm going to start posting again. I'm sorry for the long, extended break I've taken. I can't really explain why it happened. I still have ideas for posts several times a day, but somehow I've lost the drive to write them all down. Reall though, I'm not so much apologizing to you as I'm apologizing to myself as an old man. A lot of really interesting things have happened to me in the past year, and Old Man Ben's not going to have a clue what they were. (Hey, Old Man Ben! Did you lose your hair? Did you end up having the knee problems I've been forecasting all these years? Let's hope not! - Young Man Ben)
I'd also like to apologize for the page design I've had up for over a year. The 'Three Long Months' design was meant to chronicle the process of me working on my senior film. This would have been perfect, had I not immediately abandoned the journal--and then, two months later, the film project itself. I didn't even end up making a film for my senior project. HA! Three long months, indeed.
Thanks to everyone who emailed me and bothered me to post more. I wish I didn't need prodding in order to stay active, but sometimes I do. Anyway, I've missed this. I'm going to try to start over again. Bear with me.
