Greg Sestro’s The Disaster Artist, published by Simon & Schuster in 2013, documented the fruition of 2003’s all-time-worst movie The Room. Earlier this year it was announced that James Franco would direct an adaption of Sestro’s memoir and that Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg would produce.
I’ve been thinking long and hard (teehee) for the past couple of days about social media and entertainment-based technology in general. I need to improve my overall quality of life and I have little doubt that distancing myself from it all will help severely. I’m talking deactivating/deleting Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, etc., and saying no to my Xbox and N64. Netflix will be put on the back burner (with a few date-night-related exceptions), and I’ll only watch TV if it’s with my family or to watch the Sox. In their places, I’m going to force myself to read, clean, exercise, explore, get out in the sun, and try my best to live life the way I did when I was a kid before smartphones and MacBooks and whathaveyou.
I’m going to start cutting ties with things tonight. Hopefully by next week I’ll be completely detached. It may not last long, or it may last forever. It depends on what I do with my time and what I’m able to achieve.
If this is the last post I make here before then, farewell! I’ll see you guys soon!
I don’t say it enough in public forum, but I’m absolutely head-over-heels in love with my girlfriend. The girl is straight up 8-hour long daydream material. I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s been about 2 and a half years and I still feel as anxious and giddy thinking about her as I did when we first started dating. I can never put into words how I really feel about her when I’m with her so I just stare at her and tell her she’s pretty like I’m some sort of 12 year old with a crush on a girl way out of my league. I’m so awkward!