So I'm still fuming because this guy that I barely know one-upped me last night and it totally made me mad. Here's what happened. I mentioned that my favorite movie was The Matrix and he starts telling me that the movie is an allegory for the new testatment. And I'm like what? What the hell is this guy talking about? I think I was mad because I hadn't thought of this connection before and it pissed me off that this guy, who I didn't think was all that bright, thought of it before me. Then what's worse, I had to admit to him that I was only arguing with him because I had to admit that he might be right.

GOD!!! I felt like I was back in a corporate board room where I was the only woman in the room and some jerk off in a tie was one-upping me in a meeting and embarrassing me in front my boss. And it's such a guy thing to do, to totally one up each other all the time, whatever the time and place. And I had to get used to it if I was going to climb the corporate ladder where I was most of the time I was the only woman. I hated having to learn to do the one-up thing. But what I hated most of all was being one-upped by some corporate goof off.

I know women are supposed to want to climb the corporate ladder and break the glass ceiling, but what it does, what all that climbing really does, is make you think of every man you meet either at work or socially, as a potential competitor, as a potential jerk who's going to embarrass you and one-up you in front of people you know, as someone who stands in the way of your next promotion, the enemy really, the guy who's standing between you and the corner office. And it really doesn't matter if you meet a man socially either. You get the same feeling.

My best friend says this isn't a way to meet a man and find my soul partner, not if every man is at some point going to piss me off because he one-upped me or make me respect him less because I one-upped him. It's twisted, totally twisted.

I don't know how to get rid of this feeling either, because I was in one-up mode for so long. What's worse, I got good at it too, the one-upping thing, but I hated myself the whole time I was doing it because I felt bad about having to be so competitive with a guy. A male friend of mine says guys don't take the one-upping thing personally, that it's just a thing that guys do with each other and they don't think anything of it.

But god, that guy I barely know just pisses me the hell off. I feel blindsided, only because I think I totally underestimated this guy and I got caught unawares which makes me so mad.

My best friend also said that if I get into a one-up game with this guy I barely knew, then he'll start treating me like a guy and not a girl, and I'll get caught up in the one-upmanship game, which I totally hate.

I don't know though because now all if I feel like is I just want to one-up the shit out of him and wipe that stupid smirking smile off his stupid face. I'm like way too emotional about all of this. I think the best reaction for me right now, is to not have a reaction and to wait for my anger to go away and for god's sake, not try to one-up this guy, not when I'm in this emotional state, because right now I'm too mad and not thinking straight.

What a situation I've gotten myself in. I thought once I stopped climbing the corporate ladder, I'd never have to play one-upmanship game every again. Boy, was I wrong!

I feel like I've been running around like a chicken without a head since I didn't make any concrete writing goals after I finished my screenplay. I finished my screenplay on May 6 and I've been on vacation for a month, which has been fun but definitely directionless and a little depressing. Depressing only because when I'm not writing, I start focusing on the petty things going on in my life. Writing grounds me to what is real and important in my life. Thank god for my bloggie though, because without it I wouldn't be writing at all, well except for my daily journal.

These are my summer 2002 goals.

1. Rewrite # 1 of Playing Catch with Dad Screenplay - rewrite to be complete and ready to be handed out for review in group by August 5.

2. If Rewriting class firms out for an August start date, then finish second rewrite of screenplay by 5th session of class.

3. Finish Rewrite #1 of Crazy Eddie by June 15. Don't forget the Beat Sheet

4. Finish first draft of Shopping Center Carnival by June 30

5. Over vacation in July - finish first draft of scifi comedy short story working title - The Girl from Planet Orr. Story to be based on the function of the conjunctions - and, but and or, not quite conjunction function, but close. More like a love story between the girl from planet Orr and the man from Planet Annd, plus I'm throwing in the people from planet But. Not sure if this will work as a scifi story, but what the hell I've had worse ideas. First draft to be completed July 15.

This is sad. I'm like one of those people who need goals to get anything accomplished in my life. Talent in writing is such a subjective thing. Who knows if I have talent as a writer? What I do know is that I can set goals for myself and then complete them and discipline and work seem to be integral to the writing life. Everything else that comes along in my life, seems to trivial and minor compared to my writing. I was a workaholic in previous jobs so maybe I'm just tranferring all my workaholic energy to my writing. Who knows? Writing is becoming essential to me, like breathing and eating. I have to write at this point in my life, whether I want to do it or not. Kind of drag in a way, to be tied to some thing outself of yourself, like your writing, but fun too because writing is a creative act which enriches your life in every way.

I think I must be more of a romantic than I thought, because I just rented and watched the movie Serendipity and totally loved it. It's so sappy but so damned romantic. I love the concept of the universe giving you signs to show you who you're supposed to spend the rest of the life your with. Not sure if I believe in the concept that there's only one true love for you, because then the theory begs the question, well, what happens if you don't find that one special person. Does this means you're screwed forever and will live a life of patheic loneliness?

John Cusak looked very thin and very young. I think he's older than 35, the age he's supposed to be in the movie, so maybe the film makers made him lose weight. Cusak is usually very appealing and he was, but I couldn't take my eyes off the veins bulging in his neck. He was definitely way too thin. He looked much better in that movie Grosse Point High with Minnie Driver. He looked more muscular and more like a normal guy.

Kate Beckinsale was her usual cute self, although she looked very thin. Maybe she always was really thin and I just never noticed it before. God, who was the freak that played her new age boyfriend. He was so scary with his bushy long hair and asian outfits. Total pig of a guy masquerading as a SNAG - the sensitive new age guy. His character should serve as a warning to all women. Just because they're SNAGs, doesn't mean they won't treat you like shit and be a total chauvanistic pig to boot.

Somehow John Cusak's character doesn't come across as a SNAG. He's more like a overgrown confused college boy, which has its own appeal. But Cusak has never been a SNAG in any of his movies, although his body proportions in his movie was screaming SNAG.

I also rented K-PAX which I actually enjoyed. The funniest bit was when they were driving to the space observatory and Kevin Spacey saw a balloon with an alien on it. How funny is that. Then Spacey watched the alien balloon flying up to the sky. I was laughing out loud.

Spacey is such a technically brilliant actor and god, there's just something very charismatic about him, even if you couldn't see his eyes for most of the movie. It was all in his voice. He's like a voice out of the Jetsons. Cosmic.

Jeff Bridges was his usual confused self. Typical for him. I think his best portrayal was in The Fabulous Baker Boys.

Even the ending of K-PAX was interesting. It really made you think. Did Spacey take over the body of the killer and use it for his own. And if he did, then that explains the theory of alien possession. But if he didn't, then the crazy killer guy has one hell of an imagination. But then how do you explain Spacey's ability to see ultraviolet light and him stumping the astrophysicists. And what happened to the woman in the who couldn't speak?

I loved all the crazies in the movies. There were so appealing and funny. I felt there characters were written with such compassion and humor. I loved when the crazies saw the blue bird of happiness and how excited they were. I love it when I see blue birds, which I also call blue birds of happiness. Does this mean I'm like one of the crazies in the movie? Isn't it scary when you see behaviour that you do done by crazy people in movies? Does this mean if a movie was ever going to be produced about your life, that you'd be portrayed as a crazy person in an asylum or if not, your behaviour would remind people of how crazy people are portratyed? I really liked the crazy people and totally empathized with them. What this empathy means I don't know.

I really liked the soundtrack for the movie. I loved all those Nick Drake songs. Maybe I need to buy that retrospective of Nick Drake, the singer from the VW commercials. I don't really like his kind of music, but they were very appealing in this movie.

I wonder if the universe will lead me and show me the signs to my soul partner for life. I hope so. That would be so cool. I think I need signs because I'm catholic and well catholicism is all about signs, or at least that's they teach you or what I got anyway. I believe so totally in signs and if I don't get signs, I so don't believe what's going on or at least I don't believe they're not really ordained by god. So I totally need my signs, especially when it comes to love.

Dogtown and Z-Boys is one of the best movies I've ever seen of its genre. It ranks up there with my two personal favorites,Endless Summer 1 and Endless Summer 2. I remember seeing my first skateboarding championship in 1975. It was so radical and so hot. I was too young to know who it was, but my little girl memory tells me the dude was cute as heck with his surfer dude long hair.

A fascination with surfing, skateboarding, canoeing, windsurfing and ocean kayaking is one of the few things I've held onto from my island girl days, when I was flitting around in a bikini, body surfing and dying to date a surfer type guy. I love the whole surf/skateboard and the whole water sports sub culture, only because I grew up with it and hell, I even had my own skateboard and was pretty darn good rider for a girl.

Oh yeah, I forgot. I love BMX bike riding too, only because I used to dirt ride down hill with my bike and pop wheelies and try to do all kinds of tricks. I was quite the tomboy. I was thin and I had short hair and no rack whatsoever and guys wouild come up to me and ask me if I was a boy. Then puberty hit and the rack got way too big and then the hips, weigt and everything else came and well, welcome to womanhood. What a drag, at least at first, until boys noticed and then it was Hello Bikinis, long hair and trying to figure out the best way to shave your legs and underarms so they were ultrasmooth and sexy.

I read the review for Dogtown in the Chron and the little man was sleeping, but the NY Times gave it a great review and now I know why. If the movie ever comes out on DVD or video, I'm definitely going to buy it. I wish they'd put out a soundtrack to it too. I should see if they have a website so I can send them an email and let know them how much I loved the movie. I think I could watch that movie over and over again and never get tired of it.

That movie brought back one of my goals, which is to collect all the surfing and skateboarding movies and DVDs out there. You know, start my own beach bunny girl surf and skateboard movie collection. I used to love to skateboard too. I never tried surfing, but sandsurfed, bodysurfed and boogie boarded instead. Also tried windsurfing in Bali once and ocean kayaking in Mexico, right where they filmed the beach scene in that movie Y Tu Mama Tambien. I haven't seen the movie but from the promos, I recognized the beach and rock, only because I kayaked everyday around that rock. I guess I'll have to see the movie just to see if the area is Huatulco, a resort area I vacationed at one December.

What else? I bought some running shoes and didn't play cheap for once and spent $85 on a pair of running shoes. I tried on about 8 pairs before deciding that I should stick to my favorite brand ASICS. I was dying to buy a pair of New Balance shoes, because everyone says they're much more comfortable, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I've always worn ASICS running shoes. I ran three New York City marathons in ASICS running shoes. Why jinx myself now?

I mean, not that I'm in the shape I was when I ran marathons, but it's hard to give up a shoe brand you've always had good luck with. Do guys feel the same way about their equipment?

I've been wondering, since the Ken Caminiti interview, what it would be like to be a guy. If your testorone levels drop, do you become more like a woman? If so, how? The olympic athlete guy who called up said he couldn't make love to his wife for years, why? Because of loss of testerone? I've read that loss of testosterone in men leads to decreased sexual desire. But women don't have alot of testosterone and they still have sexual desires.

I do have some friends who have gone through menopause and they said that the loss of estrogen decreased their sexual desire, so maybe it's the same for women too.

I wrote a screenplay with a male character and I don't think I did my baseball player dude any justice. I just don't know what it's like to be a boy and feel like such a fraud writing about the male experience. I've always tried to believe that everyone, men and women, are the same, but I'm not so sure anymore. I think men and women feel all the same things, but they just process it differently. It's the difference I think that I underestimated.

But I like men, adore men, worship them sometimes even, because they are so different, or at least they appear to be. Their bodies are harder, hairier, they think differently too, although I think it's rare that a man would admit it, SNAGS, Sensitive New Age Guys would deny it to their dying day, which is why I try to never date SNAGs. But I live in Northern California and SNAGs are everywhere, so one can't but help dating one now and again, although each experience has never been very good.