Sing Me A Story I Haven't Heard

I should be in bed right now, but I don't feel like falling asleep yet (strange) so I figured I'd waste my time writing a really overdue blog thing.

If you haven't noticed, I'm in New York City. And New York City is debilitating when it comes to keeping up with internet-related activity... or anything that isn't really vital. My life is pretty repetitive, but I've been working harder than a dog. (a seeing eye dog, that is). I landed two jobs this summer, which is pretty awesome. The first being the internship with Big Beach, which just came out with Little Miss Sunshine. (www.bigbeachfilms.com) If you haven't seen that movie, you should. It's a really great flick... and Big Beach has been awesome to me. I started at like three days a week, and that eventually turned into four.. and then a little over a week ago they asked me to step up to a full time position for the remainder of the summer which was hugely awesome for me. So I'm a Personal Assistant to one of the producers for a while. It's cool. I get to be in on a lot more of the insider info than I was before.

My other job is at Equinox Fitness, where I'm working the front desk for some spare change... that's about as close as it is to a salary, but it's been enough to get me by. The only shitty thing is that I had to wake up at 4am a couple times a week to get into work by 5am. And there were some days where I'd go straight from my morning shift at Equinox to Big Beach and work through until like 7 (now it's like 8) pm. It BLEW. But this is my last week so I don't have any more 4ams! wooooo! And man, for a while there I was working weekends, too... so I think I had a stretch of like 16 days where I worked every single day. It was terrifying.

Anyway, it's all good now that it's all winding down. I might even get some more time to go out and explore. I feel like I've gotten to know New York pretty well even without going to every museum or tourist activity. I've done enough to feel like I lived out my stay here pretty well, and the work that I put into my internship was my main priority anyway, and that definitely paid off. Literally. So, it's all good in the end. And I've read a shitload of screenplays, (most of them bad) which makes me feel like I've seen a TON of movies (most of them bad). At this point, I feel like I've read every type of story out there.

As far as New York goes... I've developed an intense love/hate relationship with it. I hate the subway at 4:30 in the morning. I hate the tourists and the whole Times Square vibe. I hate the dirt and the poverty and the rats. But I love the efficiency of this city, and the work ethic is admirable and easy to get swept up in, but I hate the exhaustion at the end of a long day.. the way this city sucks out every last drop of energy, begging you to pour anything you've got left into the half-priced, but still so expensive, mixed drinks at happy hour. The people aren't half as mean as I expected, but con artists are everywhere.. and after a while you stop trusting the nice folks and start appreciating the people who lay it all out on the table without bullshit. Everyone's an actor. That might be the one thing that I love about the city. Everyone's an artist. Everyone is working a job that's only second priority, while trying to make it as something or someone. So many people in the same boat, supporting each other in a weird way, making it all happen. That's pretty awesome.

I went to a Yankee's game, and it's funny because I'm a Sox/Cubs kind of kid.. and I never much cared for the Yankees but I didn't really all-out hate them, either... or so I thought. Man.. being at Yankee Stadium was... like, wow, I really do hate the Yankees. Watching them win made my stomach churn. Their fans are all so scuzzy (granted we were sitting in the nosebleed section), but they're all like dirty and trashy. I hate to say it but I'll be damned if I ever root for that team. I wanted them to get their asses kicked so bad. They're a rich team but I feel like it's that dirty mafia kind of rich... not the hard working educated kind of rich. But hey, that's just the vibe I get.

And now that I've pissed off every Yankee's fan who ever walked the earth, I'm going to head out. (and i'm sorry if you're not a scuzzy, uneducated, or trashy Yankee's fan. but man, look into, like, reforming your team's fan base.)

I've got a week left in this city. And as much as I'll be happy to get back in touch with my life and with the beauty of beaches and the countryside... a part of me is going to miss this filthy city. It really grows on you... the way ivy might slowly creep up and suffocate a brick building. Suffocating, yes, but beautiful in that suffering kind of way.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:

me: go see LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE.

Let the Sun Illuminate the Words That You Cannot Find

Even though Keith is probably the only person who still reads this thing, I figure I'm about due for an update. Mostly because I'm bored-out-of-my-MIND.

It's been raining, which has really limited the amount of cool and unusual things that I can do with my time before officially arriving in New York City. I went there last weekend and it was pretty alright. Rained then, too, though, so everything looked really dank and uninviting. DANK is probably one of my favorite words.

I'm trying to find a part-time job on the side of my wild-and-crazy internship. I've finally resorted to the gym search... seeing as I've worked at one for the past year or so. I've got mad gym skills. I'm crossing my fingers... and so should you. Because if I'm not busy with a job within the next week, I'm going to off myself. "Off" doesn't actually mean "kill" in this context... but it's pretty dramatic. I'm sure I'll throw some furniture around or something.

So I'll be spending most of my time with Matt at his aunt's place on the Upper West Side while she's away. It's sweet. Directly across from one of the biggest housing projects I've ever seen - which is conveniently located as my only "through road" to get to anywhere else in Manhattan. Walking through that place in the daytime is maybe 100x more frightening than walking by the Saint Paul Street ghetto at night. Just thought I'd share.

So Matt's aunt has a cat. She's like 20 years old and Matt doesn't want me to touch her for fear that she will die. Come to think of it, her dying on Matt's watch would be both horrifying and hilarious. I touched her, anyway. And I think she liked it.

The rest of my time will be spent with Lisa. The one, the only. Upper East Side -only 3.1 MILES away from me! We'll make it work. We're ... that type, I guess. I'm only mildly excited about this and I remind Lisa about my "mild" excitement daily, where, ironically, I use many hundreds of exclamation points within our correspondences.

So now I'm counting down the days. TWO.

By the way... just converted my driver's license from Illinois to Massachusetts. Um... who said it was okay to charge 90 dollars for that?? I don't think I was involved in that decision, because I would have most certainly NOT agreed to that being a good idea.

Until we meet again.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
christune1114: rodrigo wants to know when you are coming back to visit... and he says that guessing is not good enough.
KyllyansRed: ha! because he misses me THAT MUCH!
KyllyansRed: oooooh!
christune1114: actually... he does.

I Got Mad Skills

Finals are over. Thank God. I am in the midst of packing -which is really the only reason that I decided to write another post- for New York City. It's going to rock. Why am I packing three weeks before I leave? I don't know. I guess I want to get a head start?

I need an address book. I have all these addresses and nothing to do with them. Maybe I should start utilizing the interweb.. or.. something that my computer has. Nice. Anyway. I'm not gonna lie. I've been pretty damn productive lately. It's way impressive.

On a lighter note, check out my summer plans:

June 2-4: go up to NYC for the weekend to scout for jobs.
June 9: go up to NYC to LIVE for the summer.
June 20-something: start my internship with Big Beach Films. (fucking OH YEAH)
August 20-something: back to Boston
August 30: Leave for Sydney, Australia. -ammaaaazing!

How fucking kick ass is this summer gonna be? So kick ass!

The only issue is that I've gotta pack for all of these things ahead of time, because I won't be able to come back to my apartment AFTER NYC and pack for Australia separately. UGH.

Anyway. I thought I had cool stuff to talk about but it turns out I only feel like talking about packing.. which means I should probably get back to doing that...

I'll update again sometime soon, I'm sure.

Ps. So pumped for New York right now.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
suVTjuliet: pick out everything you want to bring, then divide it by half

Somebody Told Me

I do realize that it's been ages since I've posted. Almost two months as I have been reminded.. but listen, I'm sorry, I've been busy. With stuff.

I'm making a movie. It will be amazing.... if the shoot goes well next week. It's been a bitch trying to set everything up and get everything going in pre-pro, but I think we're finally rolling... and if there is a god, it will all work out "swimmingly."

Catch me in the big leagues, biatches.

What else is new in the world? Saint Patrick's day is over.. Megan's birthday is over.. MY BIRTHDAY IS FUCKING COMING UP! Wow, that got me really excited for such a split second. I went CAPS on your ass. But yeah, I'll so be 21 in less than two weeks. AND CHECK IT! April 10 is gonna be the day we finish filming... so we're gonna turn in the equipment, and then I'm gonna work... (which kinda sucks... but maybe i'll show up drunk or something?).. and then I plan on being drunk for a long period of time. Too bad my birthday is on a Monday, though. I have to wait like 4 whole days before I really get to go crazy with everybody.

I should totally be working on cover letters right now. I've decided I want to get an internship in NYC. Boston, or NYC. So.. that better happen, and I better have amazing living arrangements and make lots of mad dolla bills ya'll on the side... or else.

And then I stabbed a man.

That's really the only logical way to end a story (or a blog) that just drags on and on without a point or exciting climax.

Connor punched my dad in the nuts recently. Dad says, "Hey Connor, what did you learn today in Kung Fu class?" Connor says, "Watch this, daddy, it's called 'the golden dragon.'" He then proceeds to nail my dad in the nads, to which my dad replies, "watch this, connor, it's called the 'golden knee buckle.'" ..... and then he stabbed him.

See? See how clever and witty that was?

Don't mock me.

QUOTE OF THE DAY
Loller Hockey: Wow, I'm quote of the day, that's quite the honor and accomplishment. I'd like to thank all the people who helped make me quote of the day - Killian, myself, AOL Instant Messanger, Killian. I couldn't have done it without any of you. And finally, I'd like to dedicate this award to the big guy upstairs. Thanks, Jimmy.

Shot Full of Holes

So. I'm about due for one of these, I guess. Dudes, check it. Boston got dumped on with snow. It's ridiculous, but... we were due for one of those, too, I guess. Let's just hope that the rest of February is all wintery and then as sooon as March rolls around it will all get warm and maybe THIS YEAR we'll actually have more than a day of Spring time! Is it wrong that I can't wait for Summer weather to come back? Is it worse that I've been saying that since Fall?

Dick Cheney killed a man! Alright, okay... he shot a man (who did not die) in the face with a pellet gun. Still. Cheney uses guns? Since when? He's not dead? The man seriously never gets any press because he's never at anything important nor does he seem to have any say in anything important. I kinda feel for him. The only time he gets any press is when something awful happens to him. Like, when he has all those heart attacks and hospital visits... or, when he shoots a man in the face with a pellet gun while hunting for quail. (I'm sensing a hospital conspiracy theory) And how did that happen, anyway? Was he aiming for a quail... while some dude jumped in front of his gun? Or did he not have the safety on? Should I have read the entire article on it? Probably all of the above, or none of the above. Maybe the dude just has a lot of pent up rage. Maybe he just wanted to say he shot a man in the face. .. even if it was with a pellet gun.

My brother and I used to collect BBs. We didn't have a BB gun. But man, some of those BBs were really pretty to look at when in a jar.

Check it. For my film studies class we've got this director coming in tomorrow. We've been studying only him for the entirety of the semester ... and he sucks. Jon Jost. Sucks. He's a pretentious dude. Forgive me for hating pretentious dudes, but I hate them. And he's coming to our class tomorrow. And we're supposed to ask him questions. And all I want to do is berate him for dedicating his life to art that doesn't really speak to anybody, but that he thinks should. So I think I might ask him this: "How do you expect your audiences to respond to your work?" which basically equates to "What are you trying to say? Do you really think people care?" which equates to "Why are you doing this?" which equates to "What have you done with your life?" which equates to "Do you realize how lame you are?"

I think that should go over really well. My guess is that nobody is going to ask him anything. All 16 of us are just gonna sit in that tiny little room and stare at Jost, who will awkwardly stare back, hands clasped, asking "any questions? anybody?" And we'll all avoid eye contact so that he doesn't call on us. And it will be awesome. It's gonna be Valentine's Day. Maybe I should ask him if he'll write ANOTHER painstakingly slow/awkward movie about how men and women are incompatible and void of communication skills and naive and broken inside and end it in the dude killing himself or dying like he always does. And maybe he'll call it "V-Day Massacre." But it will look just like "Slow Moves" or "Sure Fire" or "Rembrandt Laughing" or.. "Last Chants for a Slow Dance." Why doesn't he ever kill off the ladies? Not as profound? Hm. Pretentious? Yes. Take THAT, Jon Jost!

Did you know that they denounced Pluto as a planet in our solar system? Did you know THEY CAN DO THAT?! I'm seriously dumbfounded. I mean, sure he might be small, but... he's like the Rudy of the Solar System. You can't just kick him off the team for being a little smaller and more distant than the rest of the gang. He's still got heart!! You scientists don't know anything about planetary love. I still believe in you, Pluto. Hang in there. Don't do anything crazy. My friend Winslow and I have decided to make a support group. He gets the credit for the acronym: P.I.M.P. = Pluto Is My Planet. We're gonna make T-shirts. It's already a done deal. We will make millions.

Save Pluto.


QUOTE OF THE DAY

misdew39:

KyllyansRed: holy shit! yes!!!

Like Drinking Poison, Like Eating Glass

I have amazing roommates. Seriously. And I love them for it.

Anecdote: I wake up alone on my couch at 5:30am, completely hammered and disoriented... and with a strange vibration in the pit of my stomach. I get up, somehow manage to walk to my room while stripping down to my underwear, throw on a tank top... and then miraculously run to the bathroom with just enough time to hurl into that porcelain yuckflusher. (I held my own hair back, thank you very much). But as I look up, I see Megan in the doorway, and Neda behind her.. and we continued to have a slumber party pow-ow in the kitchen, eating bread and drinking water. WHO ELSE but the BEST roommates would GET OUT OF BED (especially for Megan because she had to wake up at 7 for an extra-curricular dealy this morning) to make sure that everything was okay (which it was... ps. i was a virgin alcohol-induced-thrower-upper), and then continue to engage in hilarious conversation? And Sharyn is also great .. totally don't blame her for sleeping through that. Had to throw that in there.

Oddly enough, I read some horoscope that told me that Jan. 27 would be the worst day of the YEAR for me, but I think it just turned out to be the funniest.

But seriously. Best roommates ever. I'm so happy. I'm also so hungover.

I could talk about school and how ridiculously RIDICULOUS this semester has already been.. workload and all. But who wants to hear about that? No one. People just want to see pictures of drunk Killian.. and pictures of drunk Killian you shall have.

The night started off with a series of "rocking out" pictures


seriously LOVE this picture below. Note Sharyn in the corner! hahahah


and then led to a series of "going to all our parties" pictures.
(including a little "Carlton Dance" demo by Eileen and Neda)



Dance, Dance


Interlude.

Chocolate City Party. -Really don't remember ANYTHING from that. hahaha. (except for the 6 tequila shots)
And then I don't really remember much except for trying to play a paper towel game, and breaking my necklace that Andre fixed for me. Thank goodness. And then sitting in Andre's room waiting for Neda to bring me water. And then walking home with Tim. OH! And flirting it up with freshmen so they'd join the frat. hahah. We got hammered. Well, I got hammered. Sloshed. Smashed. Whatever you want to call it. It was great. A good weekend back. Even better than last weekend... when we.. did the same stuff.

Keep in mind: his isn't so much a "look what happened to me it's so funny" post as much as a "day in the life of a drunken Killian" post.

So, to continue:
Walking home with Tim.
(such a pimp.)



we were all so very very very very drunk. especially tim. and me.


The next two pictures I have to explain in detail. We come home. I am ridonkulous. We decide to drink some water and eat some white corn chips or whatever. We're eating away, talking, going over events.. doing what drunk people do.

And then it happens. I drop one of my chips. It hits the floor. I look at it. I look at Neda. Neda looks at me. I go for the chip. The only thing on my mind is that fallen tostito chip. I must save it.

Neda: "No Killian. Do NOT pick that up! Don't pick it up, Killian! No! Stop! No! Don't do it....Killian!"

And then my face hits the floor. MAN DOWN!!

It was an amazingly not-graceful fall.
I don't know how long I was down, but I was down for a long time.

i don't think i've ever seen myself laughing so hard in a picture before
and there's that damn chip! just chillin' like nothin happened.


and no - i am not whale tailing. that's a string from my top.
haha seriously these pictures are so my favorite. oh, heart.


So, in short, throwing up at 5am was worth it.
Because although I am suffering, those pictures are classic.

And although I do not love tequila, I love my roommates. =)

"We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the walls again
We've got crosses on our eyes
Been walking into the furniture"


QUOTE OF THE DAY
psully1303: yeah you are
Auto response from KyllyansRed: s o fucking druksn