“I think with Mark, up until the end, Eduardo’s hoping at some point Mark’s going to go, ‘Look, I’m really, really sorry, man. I really messed up. I love you so much, and I just was jealous of you for this. And I acted out like this. Can we be friends again? I’ll give you back as much money as you want. Let’s move in together and we’ll play basketball every day, and we’ll cuddle at night and watch reality TV.’ Part of Eduardo in those depositions is just waiting for that moment.”—Andrew Garfield (via ward0)
It’s been hot as hell, so I’ve opened my bedroom window a week or so ago, and my blinds too. I’ve never realized that there was a Jewish center or school or something behind my house on the next street, but point is they play basketball on the roof.
Now, I’ve been alone this weekend so instead of getting changed in bathroom (which I do whenever anyone is at my house because my dad won’t put my door up) I’ve been getting changed where ever I want, mostly my room. The problem is I forget that my window is open and that the Jewish boys hang out on the roof.
So today (and yesterday) I was in the middle of changing when I heard the basketball bouncing and realized I was in plain view of them and just ducked down so fast. Why can’t I remember to close my blinds? Jeeze.
“I do the dance from Boy A, just drop a pill and see what happens. No, I don’t do drugs. I said to [JT] on numerous occasions that I want him to teach me how to dance, but he hasn’t done it yet. He doesn’t seem to be interested in helping me out with that. He’s busy. He’s tired. I’ll find a different dance teacher.”—
you search from a persons page ONCE and they will now show up when you type in the first letter of their name for weeks. You type in the letter, “A” and a friend from high school who you haven’t talked to since graduations day’s boyfriend is listed. Type in another letter and get that semi-friend who don’t want to send a request to because you aren’t sure how they would receive it. I can see them thinking, “surely she had to search for me to find this, right?” And now your paranoid whenever you go online facebook. What if that semi-friend is right next to you and you check facebook? They are like, “Hey, you know what? We aren’t friends (but you’re totally awesome)! Send me a request.” You try to get of typing their name, because you don’t even have friend in common! The only reason they would pop up is because you searched them already! So you suggest their email address, they say no, no my name is easier. So in a fit of mental panic you just shut off the computer by unplugging it with your foot, “Fuck, what happened? I’ll send you a request later man!”
In the early years of highschool my friends and I were at the mall just walking around, like you do when you live in the poconos and have nothing to do. Anyways, we wondered into Sears and looked at all the fridges. And we found this gorgeous one and we called it, “the black pearl” and then whenever we went tot he mall we would go and look at it, and our reflections in the black doors. It was so shiny! And finger-print proof! And sometimes if I went to the mall with other people I would take them and show it to them!
“We’re paying with love tonight
It’s not about the money, money, money
We don’t need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag”—Stalin’s reaction to the Marshall Plan (via historysaidwhat)
my friend just gave me a soda, “for free” and he handed it up to my upside down so i thought it was going to explode when i opened it but i couldn’t think of the word so i said, “is it going to throw up on me?”
Teenage girls, please don’t worry about being super popular in high school, or being the best actress in high school, or the best athlete. Not only do people not care about any of that the second you graduate, but when you get older, if you reference your successes in high school too much, it actually makes you look kind of pitiful, like some babbling old Tennessee Williams character with nothing going on in their current life. What I’ve noticed is that no one who was a big star in high school is also a big star later in life, except athletes. For us overlooked kids, it’s so wonderfully fair.
I was never the lead in the play. I don’t think I went to a single party with alcohol at it. No on shared pot with me. It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I even knew marijuana and pot were the same thing. My parents didn’t let me do social things on weeknights because weeknights were for homework, and maybe an an episode of The X-Files if I was being a good kid (X-Files was on Friday night), and on extremely rare occasions I could watch Seinfeld (Thursday, a school night), if I just aced my PSATs or something. I had a great time in high school, but it wasn’t the high school experience you seen on teen dramas, where people are in serious romantic relationships, and hanging out in parking lots or whatever (isn’t that loitering?). I had fun in my academic clubs, watching movies with my girlfriends, learning Latin, having long, protracted, unrequited crushes on older guys who didn’t know me, and yes, hanging out with my family. I liked hanging out with my family! Later, when you’re grown up, you realize you never get to hang out with your family. You pretty much only have eighteen years to spend with them full-time and that’s it. So yeah, it all added up to a happy, memorable time. Even though I was never a star.
Because I was largely ignored at school, I watched everyone like an observant weirdo, not unlike Eugene Levy’s character Dr. Allan Pearl, from Waiting for Guffman, who famously “sat next to the class clown, and studied him.” But I did that with everyone. It has helped me so much as a writer you have no idea.
I just want ambitious teenagers to know it is totally fine to be quiet, observant kids. Besides being a light to your parents, you will find you have plenty of time later to catch up. So many people I worth with—famous actors, accomplish writers—were overlooked in high school. Be like Allan Pearl. Sit next to the class clown and study him. Then grow up, take everything you learn, and get paid to be a real-life class clown, unlike whatever unexciting thing the actual high school class clown is going now. I think our class clown is doing marketing in Warwick, Connecticut.