The Last Day of July

I have decided to create a new profile, and I am going to use an email response to another profile for my profile. Online dating is the worst. I need to get out more.

Howdy-

I was aimlessly browsing through the expanse of ads in craigslist (I was originally looking for a file cabinet, but that got really boring) and I clicked on your ad. Intriguing. You have actually sparked my interest enough to actually respond to one of these things. I'm a 21 year old Lakeviewian student who works at a coffee shop for my day job, and am a Line Producer for a production company by night. I also like to fuck, but I have to say it's been getting kind of old for me recently.

I've always had unlucky encounters involving committed-sexual-"I like you, you like me"- going out together-holding hands on the street- relationship-type-things, generally (well at least in our case) pertaining to myself and another (homo)sapien with a penis. Nothing has ever gotten past a couple of months, and it's usually my fault, because I get bored, or disinterested. I'm also a very busy guy, so I blame it on my schedule.

This is not to say that I don't want one-- I totally do, my social life tends to get in the way. My circle of friends is massive, and friends are a big part of my life. This factor is another which tends to get in the way. I don't want someone who is a social butterfly, but one who is able to fend for themselves if I brought them to a gathering, or a bar. Basically, I want someone who can be themselves, and doesn't need me to live, and isn't (always) co-dependent (I have to admit, sometimes I'm sure I can get clingy, but who doesn't).

I consider myself to be pretty humorous, my friends call me witty, but I wouldn't go that far. I'm getting much better at managing my time, and I used to be late for everything, but that's changed also. Oh yes, I'm uncut. I'm a southern gentleman (always lived south of the Mason-Dixon line before I moved here), and I know how to treat people with honesty and respect.

I can't teach you how to ride a motorcycle, but my roommate can, and she's awesome. I love sports, so that helps, and I can defiantly show you interesting places and people. I'm trying to get my ticket to move to the front of the line.

I would say I'm a good speller (at least when I concentrate on it), my parents were huge sticklers for English and grammar during my childhood. I rock at Scrabble, and I'm not being modest. My love for movies is almost sick, and people find me odd at times, because I can spend my off days watching Netflix movies all day (I do have a subscription).

Okay, I'm sure I've bored you enough, and if you'd like, I would be interested in setting up a non-date/hey, what's up/My name's Christopher/nice to meet you/type deals.

That's enough for tonight.

I await your response

~Christopher.


PS. I decided to attach a picture, there's more where that came from. I hope you're not horribly grossed out by me. I should say that I'm not the 6 foot dreamboat, but I'm a 5'7 sailboat with a invisible really fast motor. (I have been told that I have a yacht down south;) I'm about 130# and am pretty lean, but I am not the washboard abs guy, well not yet at least. Maybe when I can afford a gym membership I will, but I'm not that guy. I love ice cream.

My Day

3:45 A
Go to Sleep

5:15 A
Store calls. Partner didn't show up. I'm the next on the scedule to go in to work. Since I'm about to be an RMT, I have to do what's best for the store, so I go in.

5:35A
Get to work. Open the store. Badmouth partner that's not there. (we call our employees partners)

7:30A
Time I'm supposed to be at work.

8:00A
Relief comes. Partner down, we handle the morning until

10:00A
More Relief

12:00P
Deposit is off, we get SLAMMED.

1:00P
Partner Leaves, one Arrives.

2:00P
I'm supposed to leave, and so is another partner. Not enough coverage. I stay.

2:30P
I start to take lunch. We get slammed again.

3:00P
I close my till. More and more customers.

4:30P
I leave.

5:00P
Arrive home, can't function. Notice face looks abnormally FUCKED up. Don't recognize myself.

5:30P
Take nap.

8:00P
Wake up. Received 6 phone calls while asleep. Granted, no one had called all day.

8:15P
Get in shower, prepare to eat for the first time today.

All the Real Girls

All day I have planned on watching that movie, because I knew it was coming in today from Netflix. I had a good day, up until the fact that I realized my landlord checked the mail, (we all have a mass mailbox, and she usually brings up our Friday mail) and she didn't bring it up! Understood, she may have been busy, but she should have at least put it back in the mailbox. I now have no plans for the night, and I'm getting more depressed by the minute. I hate the fact that all of my friends aren't single, and the ones that are have plans. There's something about going to the bar by myself on a Friday night that scares me, especially when I look like crap (like today). Whatever.

I'll clean my room.

About cleaning rooms. Anyone know how to keep a room clean? Well one, I guess I should get a bigger closet, but unfortunately, I didn't luck out with a big closet like my apartment last year. Wow. The things we take for granted. My closet is smaller than a water heater. I need tips on conserving space. My dressers are full, but I need to expand my closet space. Any ideas?

We got the official forms from SAG today, so now, after filling out 15 pages of preliminary paperwork, I have to fill out the real forms (35 pages) so we can become an official SAG signatory company. At least we won't have to do it again. I've been having the most fun working on this film, I can't believe we shoot in less than a month.

By the way, if you or anyone you know anyone who is interested in becoming an investor in a promising production company, let's talk. I'm your man. I have ways, means, and swing.

Futhermore, if anyone knows anyone at film festivals, let me know. I have swing at some (I will not say which ones, for fear I will ruin my chances if I announce it) but anything will help.

www.conearts.com. The site has changed. A bit.

titty.

I like the way that word rolls off of my tongue. Say it. titty. Either way works. Pronounce it with more of a 'd' as the tongue bounces off of the pallet of the mouth, or, with the harsh 't' as the tongue slaps the back of the teeth. titty. After saying it over and over for a while, I forget what the word even means, I just know I like to say it. Titty. Titty. Titty. I want to make up my own definition for it. Fairly vulgar, I know, but hey, who isn't.

It's pretty.

Pretty Titty.

I start my Asst. Manager promotion at SBUX in a week. A week from Friday is my last day at my store, then off to another for 60 days, then I get my store where I'll be the Asst. Manager, provided I pass my interviews. That's titillating.

I should sleep.

I just saw "My Summer of Love". There were tittys in the movie, but it was a pity it couldn't have been better.

Pity isn't as cool as titty.

Night night.

Ponder

Why is it that most of the people I meet online already have boyfriends? I'm sorry, but if I were in a realationship, I would not be cheating. I do find it extremely flattering on one hand, and of course I think it's hot. On the other side of things, I don't want to be that person who "breaks up the relationship". Granted, it's totally not me in any way shape or form, because I am not the one cheating.

Now, if it were an open relationship, that's a different thing. Totally different. To be in an open relationship is a mutual understanding.

I am not looking for a relationship, but I think it would help my conscience if I wasn't messing with a guy in a relationship.

I have to sleep

Location, Location, Location!

Today we have wrapped on Location Scouting for CHURCH STORY. It's about time. We should have a secure location now. Next is actually securing one. Since a church is one of the top 10 places to film for free (I made up the top 10 list myself, I'll post that sometime for other filmmakers), we now have to talk to all of the churche's governing board's. My advice as the LP/UPM, is to ask our top three choices, and see what each of them says. If they all say yes, then that's ideal, because we then get to choose. Our director, on the other hand, thinks that's a not so hot idea. He would rather pick one, ask them, wait on their approval, and then go to the next round. That doesn't make sense. What happens if this church says no? We are back to the drawing board, where we have to go through a whole approval proccess all over again. Not Kosher. Sorry, but we don't have the time for that. I have to figure out a way to tell him. I've already drafted up the contracts, shooting schedule (well the prelim. one) and everything else. These churches are going to take at least 2 weeks to get back to us. We don't have that kind of time to wait and wait if the first says no.

Besides Location, the rest of everything seems to be falling in place. We still need a couple of more crew members. No worries about that though, Chicago is filled with talent. We just have to find the ones who want to work for free.

Fun times.

How Old Do You Act?

You Are 28 Years Old

28 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

AC

It's 100 degrees outside, and I just installed the window AC unit in our apartment all by myself. I feel accomplished. My roomie hates AC, but there was no way that I was going to fry in this house. I still have to straighten it completly out, but I'll do that when she comes home. Shit. I can't believe it. The unit was SO heavy. I'm sweating my ass off. Talk about my workout for the day/week/month. I think I am just going to go buy some duck tape and make a quick fix, so we're not losing air. We need a new filter for it. We should try to blow the heat out of the house with the fans, so it'll cool quicker. That's what I'll do.

Lucky Me

My ass.

Somtimes I think I am the most unlucky. But it's okay. I shouldn't believe in luck anyways. So I just came from the bars, and I'm a little toasty. I'm like typung with my eyes closed, because I should sleep. sleep is good. well tonight it is. shit. So I went to meet this guy names jedd.. hHa not jedd from Beverly Hillbillies, but Jeff. We were at the same bar, but we missed each other. Then..

We went to SPIN. I had never been there before, so I thought it was a good nithg to go. Sure. no cover. always a good reason to go. shit. well. it was meager pickings of the un attachesd ones. Well I met this guy named Matt, and he was realyl cool. Cute, funny, the whole 6. Not quire 9, but he was making there. Well anways, I went OUT OF MY WAY to inrroduce me, Because I don't have to do that, and she shunned me at the end of the night. 2 coffee cakes.

I on't even know wha ro write. I gave Almubmory a ainning.

Shit. i called jeff a dunkend calls. I am stupa. Haha.

ok sleep. i will decicipher this hit in the morrpw.

muxh ro ralk.

Defying Gravity

I am sitting here hungover on a Wednesday. I am listening to Defiying Gravity from Wicked, the best musical in the whole world. I don't have work until 4, but I shouldn't drink during the week. It's bad for the soul. I have to call SAG today, and set up an "experimental/short film contract" anyone know anyone in the SAG office?

LOOK!!!

We're OFFICIAL!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!

Click on Church story.

Cha cha cha Changes

I want to catch up on what I've been doing for the past few months. I decided that I have to actively make a change in my life if I want it to go somewhere. I can't wait for things to come to me, I must go after them with the same drive and intensity I had when I moved here. It was time for me to stop being lazy-- to wake up and smell the shit I was getting into, and get out before I was a slave to it. Time to stop complaining, and make a change.

I bought the new Harry Potter book, did the whole reserve at midnignt deal. I'm in college, still waiting in line playing games with 8 year olds. Fancy that. I am not going to actually have time to read it, because I am in the process of reading 2 other books, both on Film Production.

I have landed the amazing position as the Line Producer/Unit Production Manager -UPM- (if you want a detailed list of what I do, write a comment, I don't want to bore you of my job) of a short film called CHURCH STORY, written and directed by my friend, the talented writer and director, Stephen Cone. He's got 2 feature legnth plays coming out next season, and this is his first short film. It's a real, feature short. We have investors, a crew from LA, and a great cast of equity SAG actors. Expect a website by the end of the week. I love it. This is why I worked for the Festival.

I don't think I'll be working at the festival this year, for our shooting dates are at the end of August, then I get to deal with the amazing job of post. I'm the one who gets to send out all the entries to festivals, set up screenings, etc. The job of the producer is never done, and I love every minute.

Things with Sticky Candy didn't work out. The man who owns the company is the biggest fraud. He's talented in many ways, but I can't work without some sort of contract, and just a verbal agreement to be paid. 6 months of work, and only $100 cash was not worth it. I want to do things right.

Starbucks is the best company in the world to work for, if one has to be a slave for "The Man". Apple and I weren't getting along, for a detailed list of reasons, again comment. Starbucks rocks. They are willing to promote anyone who is willing to do the work. I'll be an Assistant Manager by the end of Fall, making more than enough money to pay for school without getting a single loan.

This is my last semester at Harold Washington, thereupon I will be off to the wonderful campus of UIC (deo valente). I've been accepted, I just have to finish the credits. It's the greatest commuter school in the country. I can choose to be as actively involed with the college, or just go for my degree, and get my carreer myself. My intent is to declare a double major in Marketing and Creative Writing.

Here's to a new leaf.

Thanks for reading.

PS. I am faced with a dielema. Once production wraps on this project, my name will officially be attached to this company, and henceforth anything I do in the "industry" I will have to go by the same name (basically for archive intents and purposes--IMDB to name one). As we all know, the name Christopher Guest is taken. Yes, I could be Christopher Guest (2 or II) but that doesn't appeal to me. Another option I thought of was Christopher Layne (just using my middle name) and I was stuck on that idea until I hired our Script Supervisor. Guess what his name is- Yes. Christopher Lane. Different spelling, same phonetics. Recently, the name Christopher Layne Guest sticks out in my mind. I've always loved my whole name, but is it too much? Should I go my Layne Guest? I love Christopher too much to drop my name. If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear your opinion. I have less than 2 months to decide.

Profiled. Again.

I woke up in a jolt, looked over at the clock. 5:04. Fuck. I was going to be late. I've only been late to work once since I got the job in February. Why didn't my alarm go off? No time to think about that. I needed to get to work. Dressed in 2 minutes. First pair of khakis and a black shirt I saw. Keys, wallet, check. Out the door. No cash. Shit. I flagged a cab anyway.

"Chicago and Franklin". He knows I'm in a hurry, I was still tucking in my shirt when I got in the car. It's his job to get me there. Instead he says,

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask, do you have any money?".

"I have my card," I say. It's a law, cabbies are required to take credit cards.

"No no, cash only"

"Fine! I can stop by an ATM when we get there and get you cash. I'm in a hurry ok".

He pulled over. "Get cash here." I complied only because I was late. I can't believe this. He doesn't trust me. He wouldn't have done this to any white collar man in a suit. I live in Lakeview for Christ's sake. Not a bad part of town by ANY means. I got cash, and back into the cab.

"let's go" I mumbled fuming.

"Did you get money?"

What the fuck. No, I just got back in the cab hoping you'd give me a free ride. Son of a bitch. Of course I got it.

"YES"!" I scream. "By the way, I'm not paying for that stop".

"The meter was already going, sorry sir," like he's going to get out of it that easily.

The drive down LSD is smooth, other than the fact I'm scared for my life because he's nodding off while driving

"Excuse me, are you ok"

"I'm fine, long night, not a lot of customers" I don't give a fuck. I just want to get to work as quickly and SAFELY as possible.

"Well, you seem sleepy"

"Sorry, sir" I was keeping a better eye on the road than he. He ran 2 red lights, and didn't stop at a stop sign.

"I'm not paying for this cab ride, if you can't drive without endangering me". He woke up then. Stupid fuck.

We get there, fare is $13.50. I handed him $10, and got out of the car.

He honked at me, and sped off.

I'm not usually an asshole like that, infact, it's very rare that I'd EVER treat someone in that manner, but hell no. Today was not my day to deal with that. I'm a 21 year old grown adult, and should be respected and treated like any other, not a delinquent off the street.

I had good things to say in this post too, but that event stuck in my mind, and I can't remember anything else.

I'm back.

Birthday

So it is now July 12 2005. I am sitting here writing in my blog. I can't believe it. I'm 21 years old. I just went out to the bars by myself. My friends are taking me tomorrow, but I wanted to go by myself tonight, to see what I was getting into. I had a good time. I only went to 2 though. First Hydrate. I didn't like it at all. I had a drink there (because they were only a dollar, which is why I went in the first place), and then I went to the everfamous Roscoe's. I actually liked it. I totally thought I was going to hate it. It really is the everyman's gay bar. Just chill and relaxed. I had a good time, and actually saw someone I knew. I wasn't expecting to encounter anyone at all, but I'm glad I did. Actually, I totally saw a guy I had sex with, but he didn't really remember me. We had the whole awkward glace look. I knew it was him the second I saw him. But then hey, bottoms. Can't live with them, can't live without them.

All of last weekend I was feeling really depressed,because I realized that I am now 21, and I haven't met many of the goals I have set for myself. Granted, yes, I had many obstacles, and yes, that's life, but I wasn't going to take that as an excuse. I really beat myself up. I then realized that I've come much further than I think, and maybe I am on the track to success afterall.

Okay, I know I have tons of updating to do, and I'm willing to stick with it. I have to much to tell. Tons of exciting things. More later. Prob. Wednesday.

Thanks.