Before 2012 I had never met any celebrities, much less celebrities that I actually gave a shit about. And between January 28th and March 10th, I met five. Five celebrities that I actually give a shit about.
Evan Peters.
Ryan Buell.
Frank Turner.
Chris Pontius.
Johnny Knoville.
Let me share something with you:
I MET FUCKING JOHNNY KNOXVILLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY WTF. My longest standing celebrity crush. Literally the one celebrity I would want to meet above all others. Because love and I decided to be spontaneous and drive to Austin to try and find him. It wasn't an ideal situation because he was being rushed and we didn't get to tell him how much he meant to us or show him our tattoos, but still.
I don't know what this means. I want to think that it means things are headed in a good direction for me this year. Like maybe this is the year. I bought my camera and love and I are already on our way to filming more. I've written a script for a short and I'm working on a script for a feature that we could film this summer. To be completely honest my brain in sort of fried at this point. I'm trying not to over analyze everything (or anything) but it's hard. I just want some sort of direction.
I know that I'm meant to be a writer. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. But what I don't know is how to get there. What road should I take? I sort of just want to throw my hands up and say "fuck it" but I can't. It means too much.
I hope that this feeling I have isn't just blue balls from the universe. Because that would suck massively.
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