I just watched the little mermaid.

it is not helping my mood.

its all sing-songy and happy and "your one true love" and shit.

i wish life were like a disney movie sometimes. Everyone is friendly and sincere. the priests have boners, and not for little boys. your greatest obstacles are actually as simple as ramming a ship into a giant, angry, magical octopus sea witch thingy, then poof, she's dead. and above all your prince looks like john hamm in high school (please tell me you got the 30rock reference). sigh.

idk where i am even going with this. its 4:20 in the morning and i'm up watching disney movies? what the fuck is wrong with me? i'm in los angeles, following my dreams. it's sunny everyday, and despite what the locals have to say, it is warm (lol @ 70 degrees being "cold").

despite all of that i am kinda sad and lonely. i think i am going to start up my romantic comedy now that i have a few specs and Game On finished. sigh.

idk if it is not having xbox live(i get my tv tomorrow, damn you UPS!), not having pot, moving across the country and not knowing anyone (again), or my worry about failing in the film industry, but my stupid fucking depression and bipolar like habits seem to be forming again.
and the insomnia is back (or did that ever leave?).

I mean the fact that I am updating my LJ at this time is a big sign. again, sigh.

but i will say, this picture makes me very very happy.


don't ask me why...

well LA is going good so far.

although everyone goes to the gym and works out. it makes me feel fat when my roomie talks about calories as she's eating almonds with ketchup on it and i'm eating In-N-Out burger b/c I never had it before.

I met a cool friend Robert. We play rockband and the like. always a good time. went to the observatory (highest point in LA), and took cool pictures that I am too lazy to upload at the moment.

I should hopefully be getting a job at gamestop. the one that is right between sunset/vine and hollywood/vine. They have stars on the street right outside of it. lmao, how awesome is that?

the other night I went out with Robert to Happy Endings bar. that place was pretty cool. they had (several) beer pong tables...at the bar and people were playing. pretty rad. then we headed over to the beauty bar in hollywood. that was weird, i felt so awkward, with my jeans and my say anything purse, while everyone else was in heels. Then i spotted a guy in a star wars hoodie and i tried to start a nerdy convo with him, but he was disintrested. sigh. oh hollywood, where star wars hoodies =/= nerd.

moving to LA tomorrow. fuck yes.

i just sent out my boxes and after this load of laundry I'll be all packed up.

today has been hectic, thank god for pot, xanax, and Say Anything's new album.

my plane is at 7am so i most likely won't go to sleep.

dinner and drinks w/ a few friends tonight.


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on friday Sara is driving down and picking me up in LA and then we are going to spend the day in San Diego. this weekend is going to be fucking sweet.

if you truely desire i will add you. you will get to know alllllll about me...

this journal is mostly friends only. i think i have posted ten outside of my friends. they are after this post.
if you want me to add you don't just add me..COMMENT ON THIS ENTRY
really...it's quite simple
aka...

COMMENT TO BE ADDED ASSHOLES

Max Bemis, my hero

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My final project for Production II at Columbia College Chicago.

Avery can hear people's thoughts. She never intervenes, no matter how grim the things she hears. One day she comes across a young woman and a man that thinks about raping her. She must make a decision to continue her dull, meaningless life, or become something more.

it's not the best quality (youtube sux) and there was some problems with actors not showing up and stuff, so some of the acting is not particularly stellar, but I thought it turned out well considering.

It's nice to have some time that I don't have to sit in classrooms for 3-4hrs on end at a time.
Too poor to go on a real ~vacation~. Plus I have tons of shit to do over break to prepare for final films and shit.


So it's been a while since I've updated about my life.

Well let's see.
The workload at school is heavy. I see why tons of students drop out of the film core by the end of the first year. But I have a feeling that most of those people went to film school because they thought it would be ~easy~.

Right now I am taking (4 classes worth 17 credits).
Production II Weds/Fri 8:30am to 12:30pm

Screenwriting I Weds 3:30pm-6:30pm [a class i don't need that they wont let me wave out of]

The Origin and Fate of the Universe Thurs 9am to 12pm [all about quasars, dark matter, dark energy, black holes, the universe on a large scale shit. and I fucking ADORE it]

Acting Techniques for Filmmakers Mon 6pm-9:50pm.

My production teacher thinks I am a good writer and says that if my final turns out well I should enter it into festivals. My screenwriting teacher thinks I'm a great writer. My acting teacher thinks i'm a good actress. Last but not least my amazing Physicist/cosmologist Origin and Fate of the Universe teacher almost creamed his pants when I asked him the difference between String theory and M theory, and actually thinks I'm smart!

so Life is going pretty sweet right now... other than being poor, and not sleeping all the time
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( 'Origin' my Production II final short film script. Roughly 6 minutes. )

It's only 11 pages. It's a short film, tell me if you like it...

Premise:
Seth Merrit, a young broke man take up the job of paparazzi for cash in Los Angeles California. He gets assigned to follow his favorite movie star Sterling Midnight. After a month or so of following him signs of what is really going on appear to Seth.

Looking through his photos on his computer Seth notices that girls enter Sterling’s domicile and never seem to leave.

( Shutterbug )

I've just been really busy.
I haven't updated much because I feel like it would be the same shit, diffrent day.
This is pretty much my life since I moved to Chicago:

Hanging out with Phil, Tash, Nick.
Writing the Grey Matter Novel, and screenplay
Finishing up Game on.
School.
Posting on ONTD.
rinse. rinse. repeat.

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Eventually I shall put up the episodes I wrote for the online sitcom (as well as the videos when we put it up), and Game On, and more of Grey Matter both screenlay and Novel.

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I am going to post the first chapter of Grey Matter on here. You can tell me what you think. And if you already have read it (ariel, sara) it is newly edited, and has some more added to it.
Tell me what ou think...

( Grey Matter: Chapter 1 True Colors )

I would definately play Jessica Hynes (nee Stevenson) charcter 'Daisy Steiner' in Spaced. The British Tv sitcom that was directed by Edgar Wright, circa late 90s/early 2ks.
Hands down...

Fall semester 12-16 credits (full time) 8,975.00 for tuition.
Plus...
Orientation fee (one time) 70.00
(Full time)Healthcent fee (per semester) 35.00
Registration fee (per semester) 50.00
U-pass (per semester) 90.00

Fall semester grand total (minus housing) 9295.00

Full tutiton and fees for one school year
18,520.00

And then housing is 7k-10k (depending on what I choose).

So for a full year I am looking 25,000 to 28,000.

Oh and moving expenses to Chicago.
And a new computer.

Soooo ill need about 30k.
Fuck me.

The Graduate finally returns to Seattle, after like a fucking year.
May 27th motherfuckers. El Graceland baby. Be there.

I am not going to Portland tomorrow.
but I am going to see Say Anything in Seattle on Sunday.
I don't care if i get kicked out because of it.

I've got to work tomorrow and babysit my brother after that.
and trust me, I would much rather be kickin it with Alex T. Kent then working. Or babysitting for that matter.

I get my car on Tuesday. Provided I pass my drive test. Which i will btw.
Gotta go, must go to work at Gamestop today.



OH SHIT, ARIEL IS TALKING ABOUT KIDNAPPING ME.

So on a whim I decided to make this...
I was going to lj cut it. But then I was like fuck it, deal with it.
I will expand it later, but for now, I must sleep.
List of things to do before I die.
1. Kiss Maxim Adam Bemis. Even if it's only on the cheek.
2. See the pyramids of Giza, in person
3. Get a book published, and distributed.
4. Live in New York City (Manhattan) for at least 6 months
5. Find that one person who restores my faith in humanity.
6. Leave planet Earth.
7. Get 200,000 dollars so I can afford to leave planet Earth.
8. Smoke a bowl with Seth Rogen
9. See the Grand Canyon
10. Drive through Death Valley California at night, in a convertable.
11. Write a screenplay for an American live action Deathnote.
12. Travel to Pitsburg and slap Jordan Michealman open hand, right in the face
13. Reproduce
14. Sing to one of the guards standing outside of Buckingham Palace.
15. Stand at the base of MT Everest. I won't climb it, only because I know it is a physical impossiblity for me :-(
16. Make a playlist of every song ever written about me. And have it prepared for my funeral.
17. Actually read all of Haunted by Chuck P.
18. Go snorkling and or scuba diving in the great barrier reef.
19. Audition for American Idol... Just Cuz. I doubt I'd even make it TO Randy/Paula/Simon
20. Go atop of the Space Needle/Tokyo Tower/Eiffle Tower and write my favorite quotes on postcards collected from all around the world, and then throw them from the top.
21. Stop smoking cigarettes.
22. Have a cocktail with Chelsea Handler
23. Visit every place in the 1,000 places to see before you die book.
24. Finally learn how to speak nihongo (Japanese) fluently. Right now I'm lacking on the fluent part.
25. See Finch live one more time.
26. Get at least 1 tattoo
26. Get my lip peirced again
27. Get the cover of Wired
28. Learn to play the guitar well
29. Learn to play the Piano (even horribly)
30. Swim in every ocean
31. Write a memoir
32. Meet Caprice Crane
33. Take a ballet class
34. Have a pint of Irish beer in a small local bar in Dublin
35. Beat Dragon Force on expert in Guitar Hero 3
36. Watch all 7(when they are all out) Harry Potter, all 6 Star Wars, and all 3 Lord of the Rings back to back. Marathon baby.
37. Stand near a volcano in Hawaii
38. Visist Hiroshima
39. See Niagra Falls from the U.S. And Canadian sides.
40. Sail the Mediterranean
41. Make Benjamin Thomas Brockmen like Say Anything
42. Smoke weed with Simon Pegg
43. Visist all the Greek city state ruins

So Ariel and I got to talking tonight. And decided to pick our top 10 favorite Say Anything Songs.
And my lord, that was fucking difficult. So we then decided top 20. And honestly, it was no help. Still fucking hard.
But here it is.... After much painstaking thought, here is the list. Serrrriously one of the HARDEST things I have ever had to do. They just have SO many songs. I mean it must be around/over 100 by now.

SHARIYA LYNN'S TOP 20 SAY ANTHING SONGS of ALL TIME:
1.Slumming It with Johnny
2. New Pizza
3. All Choked Up
4. Woe
5. By Tonight
6. Untill the Bombs
7. Signal the Rifleman
8. I used to Have a heart
9. Yellow Cat (slash) Red Cat
10. We will Erase all life on Earth But Us
11.Retarded in Love
12. Joel on Other Planets
13. Into the Night
14. That's That
15. But a Fleeting Illness
16. We killed it!
17. Plea
18. Ants in My Pants
19. An Insult to the Dead
20. Spay Me/ The Church Channel
(Idk if its technically 21 gtfo, I couldn't decide.)

Honorable Mentions(Aka VERY hard to leave out):

Little girls
Spores
Colorblind
Died a Jew
Resounding
Try to Remember, Try to Forget
Sorry Dudes. My Bad
(Dreaming Of) Manhattan
I Want to Know Your Plans
Little Girls
Goodbye Young Tutor, You've Outgrown Me
That is Why
Total Revenge
A Walk Through Hell


Why this post? Becuase, after so much effort into a Aim Conversation, I felt I deserved its own lj post.

I know there is a reason I'm in this too deep.

First order of buisness.
Christan won Project Runway!!! My favorite from episode 1. Ballllller.

Secound order of buisness

Ok, I revised my essay for college. No one commented last time. I really need input. Please tell me if you think its good.
( The question )

( The Answer Revised )

Seriously, I NEED your oppinions. Help a sista out. For sho.

So as you are well aware I have decided to go back to college, aka Columbia. And I need to apply. So I am posting my application essay, so could you please, please tell me what you think. Even if you don't normally comment, could you do me a solid and tell me what you think? It would me much appricated.
THE QUESTION
Your essay must be at least 400 words, but no more than 4,000 characters. The essay is an important part of your application. Please take time to complete it in a thorough and thoughtful manner. Please select one of the questions below.

Risk-taking is a part of the creative process.  To break new ground or to veer in a new direction requires a certain blend of courage and "blind faith", a hopeful confidence that your message will be heard and understood, and - most importantly - valued by others.
Many successful artists, musicians, performers, writers, entrepreneurs, filmmakers, producers, etc., take creative risks to move their artform forward, and, while many risks have proved successful (maybe even revolutionary), it's also true that just as many have flopped.  Whether exploring a new idea or form, proposing a show, writing a grant proposal, or presenting their work to the public, the greatest artists have faced rejection and were forced to find ways to persevere.
Big or small, tell us about a time in your creative or artistic life when you were criticized for your creative decisions or told "no".   Did you abandon your new idea?  Refine your new idea?  Or did you reject the criticism and proceed full speed ahead?  Tell us about your though process during this time.  Do you regret not following through on your idea?  Or are you now grateful you didn't go out on such as precarious limb?  How do you think the criticism or denial affected the further development of your creative work?

MY ESSAY:

Once I was taking a creative writing class in community college. Every two weeks we would eighter bring in a short story, or bring an installment of a bigger story. Then after a few days the whole class would critique the work in front of the author.
For the first session I brought in the first installment of "Jamison Parker... Is a Real Boy." The class got together and critiqued my work. It was a pretty greusome critique to take. They said my charecter development was off. They told me an American girl shouldn't be writing a novel about a British boy. My main charecters outlook on life was too bleek, etc. etc. It was pretty brutal. So the next day with my pen to paper, I had a choice to make. Continue my story, which I knew had potential, or start anew from scratch. After much thought, I decided not to change my idea nor my charecters. If my Titanic accoplishment was going to sink, it was going to go out in style; full steam ahead in the iceberg infused waters of my classroom. I figured if one group of people didn't like my work, that doesn't nessisarily mean it was awful. There might be one person out there, and this story could possibly change their life.
Two weeks later I brought in "Jamison Parker... Is a Real Boy: Part Deux." The mood of the room had changed by the time it was my turn to be critiqued again. Once the teacher asked who would like to speak first on my work, everyones hand shot in the air. My first thoughts were, "they can't wait to bash it again, maybe it wasn't such a good idea afterall." To my surprise everything I heard was not only a good review, but they actually loved it.

One student in particular had previously stated that my novel was "garbage," and that he wouldn't even have read the secound part even if it wasn't required. But now he was singing a frightfully different tune. He said that by the time he got to part two, that he was so mesmorised that ge was actually infuriated when it ended on a cliffhanger.
I didn't learn anything technically about writing, from that class. But I did learn a valuable lesson. Wether being a writer, musican, journalist, or dancer, there will always be someone who tells you that your album sucks. A magzine giving your movie a one star review, or someone telling you that you don't have the proper technique to be a dancer. But that doesn't mean you should give up. You can always deleted a paragraph here, a sentance there. You can always rearrange a song, and write a new riff for verse two. But if you don't write it in the first place, not only will there be no sense of accomplishment, but there will always be that "what if" factor. If I would have given up, I wouldn't have the amazing novel I have today.
From that one lesson I gained the knowlage of following through on your vision, of any work. Sure you can make alterations here and there, but your vision is what makes you an artist. That is the greatest lesson an aspiring writer can learn. Its something that the best proffessor, in the greatest university could never teach.

so many of you know my myspace was deleted without my permission. i was going to keep it that way, but instead a few months later, i made another one. myspace.com/shariyalynn. so add me and such.

not having a computer has put quite the damper on my life.
so much has been going on... and not going on, that i dont have enough time in the day to type it here.

but there are a few things that i must mentio.
getting to have a drink i the bar with the lovely maxim adam bemis.

In Defense of the Genre is absolutely fucking amazing. and you need to get it.
say anything still owns/pwns everyone else.


i am moving to cap hill in january with a few girlfriends.
it shall be sweeeet.

It has been a while. Mostly because I don't have a computer anymore.

I am now 21!wohooooooo.
So lets go out.

If any mf out there has any questions for hello goodbye please give them to me. I have to interview them in like 2 days. And I haven't made any qs yet.
Much ablidged....
(I think I spelled that wrong)

was fucking nutzo.

it was fun.
i got mikey a pass with me so he helped out.
I interviewed:
Flogging Molly
The Starting Line
Bayside
The Rocket Summer
Chiodos
and
Tokyo Rose

but thats the tame part.

after the show. shit got out of hand.
how you ask?



( Lots and lots of fucking pictures... )

yeah.
out of control and such.

Fo sheez.

So the last week has been the strangest shit.

Hotel rooms. On monday night
With dishes that desperately need to be washed.
Smokin. Got dictched for the bar. After driving to seatac. In the rain. I drove.

Tues.
Good show.

Ended up kickin it with nbfs as they say.
Got hella drunk. And high. Hotel rooms.
17 yr olds hooking up with 28 year olds.
Hrs apon hrs of lol.
The closest I have ever came to rofl in real life.
Met an amazing boy. Named alex.
And some other tight ones.
The graduate is off the chains.

Weds.
Drove to portland for the same show(the auditchin {lol}, my american heart, the graduate, and 1997). It was a little unexpected.but it was fun.
Merchtables.
A scene queen.
Lols insue.

I know I am being vauge. But I feel like I can't say shit in livejournal anymore. I feel like I would be braging. Or someone would give me shit.
But whatevs.

Ill just say a lot of driving drinkin smokin laughing.

Oh and something else thatwas strange. The drummer in 1997 asked for my number. After only talking to him for like 10mins. Wtf? Whatev he's cute.

But I still love merchboys more than bands.