The Month of Horror

It’s October!

Finally! I love October. We get a bunch of pumpkin spice crap and in thirty days we all get diabetes! Yay! I love October because we at the end of the month we get to play pretend and dress up. I haven’t played dress up since I played ‘house’ last year, but we actually called it undress up (no explanation necessary). I have decided what I’m going to dress up for Halloween: Jenna Jameson. For those too young to know who she is – look her up! And if you’re too young, you shouldn’t be reading my blog. LOL! Nah, what am going as will be kept a secret until closer to the time. However, I will be posting clues in the blog until the big day. Let’s start with the first clue.

*Clue 1: It’s from a TV Show*

That is the easiest clue you will get. I encourage people to guess what my costume will be and if you guess right, you know what you will win? Absolutely nothing. Just the satisfaction of knowning you guessed right on Justin’s blog. Anyway, I do love the spirit of Halloween. I love the pumpkins and the ghosts and especially the haunted houses.

I love to go through a haunted house. Ever since I was a young child I’ve loved everything haunted: real and fiction and I love to scare people. I use to scare my grandmother all the time when I would go over to her house. My favorite scare that I’ve done was one time I was staying over my biological dad’s house and me, and his girlfriend, and her friend Bobbie liked to do night walks around their mobile home park. I rode on my scooter (remember those?) and I decided to sneak behind a bush and job out at them as they walked boy and I have never heard someone scream so loud as she did. It was amazing. I know! I'm bad!

Bloody, Bloody, Teeth

I have to get my wisdom teeth extracted tomorrow. Oh, joy! I love pain and I love blood so much. If I admitted to that I would be lying to you. I am sitting here thinking about all this blood gushing out of my mouth as they remove four wisdom teeth and an additional tooth as well that grew rotten and started to cause a nasty infection inside my mouth. Too bad I don’t have the money to pay for a single tooth implant. I would do that. I am terrified of having my teeth worked out and I hate the dentist.

That being said maybe when I go in for the operation, I will film it and put it online for you guys to see the gushing blood and my teeth come out. It’ll be a fun, yet painful experience to watch.

Favorite Halloween Things (part 1)

Favorite Movies:

*Evil Dead

            -The series is quite possible on of the best cult films around.

            -The new one was alright. I enjoyed it still with all the blood.

            -Evil Dead the musical is funny, but doesn’t beat the films.

*Carrie (remake)

            -The book was scary in itself

            -Julianne Moore, need a say more (no pun intended)

            -Carrie! The Musical is amazing also.

Favorite Halloween Movies? Go!

Favorite Haunted Places:

*Queen Mary

            -I love the swimming pool area. I wanna play with the friendly ghosts.

            -The watertight doors are a cool place to play a game of chicken.

            -I once pretended I was a ghost. (Lies)

*Spadra Cemetery

            -I snuck in there once to see it.

            -It’s a pretty awesome place.

            -This is the original cemetery in Pomona. Anyone want to go? I’ll take them.

Favorite Haunted Places? Go!

Not Practically Perfect (In No Way)

Suggested by Joanne Bolinger

Why must we remake classic films? Especially films where the original author of the material didn’t like the film in the first place. Mary Poppins was originally a novel by P. L. Travers featuring a magical nanny and their adventures with the Banks children. Walt Disney wanted to make a film based on a book his kids could enjoy and they were in love with Mary Poppins. When Disney flew Travers from England out to LA, she immediately hated the place and she reluctantly sold the film rights to Disney. Although, she wanted to be a part of the film process and was until Disney became fed up with her nitpicking ever little detail and was kicked out of the studios.

In 2004, shortly before Ms. Travers passed away, they wanted to make a Broadway adaptation of the film and she again reluctantly signed to do it making it clear none of the film cast and crew can be involved with the stage show.

Now ten years after she passes away we decided ‘let’s make another film that she wouldn’t want us to make.’ There has been a poster going around with Tim Burton’s name attached and I was scared to death. Luckily, he’s not involved. I just don’t understand why the company of Disney/Travelers family would be so disrespectful to the fact she would not want another film made of her babies. Oh, wait! It comes down to one thing: money! I am a writer and I would hate someone to go against my wishes including friends and family. The original film is a classic, yes, but still Travers was unhappy and it shouldn’t be done no matter how much money is involved. It’s a disrespect to her legacy.

FINAL THOUGHT: “Don’t sleep in haunted places, watch scary movies, while dreaming of bloody teeth, while you could be watching a bad remake of a classic.”

HAPPY OCTOBER!

Be Open Minded!

-Justin Silva

The Blog That Starts It All

The Nicest Person You Will Ever Get To Know!

I told  little white lie there. But I am still referring to me, of course, and if you are reading this, then you already know who I am, or should at least, and if you don't you will get to know the “blog-me” me really fast. For the little peons that don’t already know me, my name is Justin “Awesome” Silva. And no my name is not spelled “J-U-S-T-E-N, although no one has ever spelled it like that before with an “E.” I’m surprised.

I am over twenty-one years of age, which means I can consume alcohol and I consume a lot of it, especially when I’m depressed, which is not a lot anymore since I “found the light” and am mighty damn proud of it. I use to go to a crummy little community college – Mount San Jacinto College and then I moved up from ‘super poor-to-just plain poor,’ and attended an slightly less crummy college called Chaffey, which sat in the rich bitch area of Rancho Cucamonga called Alta Loma. I am too poor to ever live there, so my parents decided we move to a town on the other side of Victorville called Oro Grande. Yeah, I still don’t know how to get home. It’s in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere! I hate the damn town, but I am optimistic and won’t be living there much longer.

Sooo, if I’m not mistaken I act, write, direct and do all of the above. I love performing and entertaining people and I’d say I do it well. I decided to write this blog because I was bored or some shit like that. Some topics need to be talked about and if this blog ever becomes controversial - to quote hip-hop artist Fatman Scoop on a little TV show, “Who the fuck cares?!”

Some more of my hobbies include reading, watching TV of all sorts, and talking. Boy, do I love to talk and the people that know me really well will agree with me. When I climb on top of my amazing soap box, I will tell it like it is and am not afraid to.

I hope you enjoy this little insightful informational blog and if you don’t grow some balls and suck it up. Let’s get started. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Friends ‘Til The End

I gotta say one thing I must have the most loveable fuck-head friends that I’ve ever had in my life. Since this is my first blog I have to truly recognize the best friends I had. In no particular order:

JP: Stop being a sexy suave, Mister. I’m jealous.

Becky: Bad ass bitch 2.0

Jesse: Cocky asshole and #1 Bro!

John Mata: Thinks he’s a DJ. I think his name is ‘DJ Be Original’

Jake: I don’t wanna talk about you on here. Call me, later, and I’ll tell you.

Giustina/Freddie: The fittest of all my high school friends.

Um. . .I’ll do another six friends next month. I love all my friends and would do almost anything for them. The only thing I won’t do is sleep with any of them. I’m not a whore.

Don’t Fall Off The Band Wagon

Last week, I got out of my car, like I do every day and this hillbilly lady missing almost all of her teeth walked behind my car and noticed my amazing license plate which had the baseball team the Yankees on it. I don’t follow many sports. I hate sports, but I love baseball. It’s probably because I played the sport for ‘X’ many years and loved it. . .or so I remember. Well, when this dumb bitch walked up behind my car she immediately asked “what part of New York are you from?” and my stepdad responded by saying “we’re not from New York – he just likes the Yankees” and this dumb fuck manically laughed put her 1960s radio headset back on and walked off. I don’t know who the fuck she thought she was, but she acted like an idiot. My only thought is she didn’t like the Yankees because they aren’t winners right now.

Do you have to like a team just because they aren’t winning at the present time? You should like the team because you like them. No other reason. I can kinda see following a certain player. That is one thing, but liking a team just because they are winners. That’s fucked up! The team is sad and they need your support. I’ve never understood why people by a whole lot of their teams crap and then the following season when they lose, all the dumb asses get rid of the teams they were rooting for. I don’t understand it and probably never will.

How do you feel when people jump on the bandwagon?

Judgmental Churches

I am not a fan of an organized church. I believe what I believe. I was raised Catholic and it was the worse years of my life. I went to a Catholic school, on an island known as Hemet/San Jacinto, called St. Hyacinth Academy and it sucked. I was belittled and made fun of. The students there, my classmates, called me “faggot,” “queer,” and told me to “stop humping the fence,” and did the teachers do anything about it? No. Not at all. I was always to blame and was down in the principal’s office. When my mother (who was separated from my father) wanted to register me again for eighth grade the dumb old hag in the office told me in her “I’m an innocent Catholic virgin” voice “we don’t know if we want him back.” Here’s what I say to St. Hyacinth’s: Fuck off! I transferred to the public school North Mountain Middle School and the first month of being over in my new school I won Student of the Month. It made me realize how much the Catholics care only about judging people and money. Greedy bastards!

Sometimes I would go with my grandmother to church. And this past Sunday I went with her to church and have things change or are they just the same judgmental bastards they always were? And I was right. We were running late due to my dumb ass, so once we parked I ran ahead of my grandmother to go save a handicap seat in the very back. I mustn’t haven’t been seated twenty seconds and this old man hag, yes the husband to old hag number one, approached me and said in a rude voice “handicap only!” Um. . .so because I don’t have a cane or walker and am not older means I can’t be handicap. Fuck you!

Not all handicaps can be seen. One that holds dear to my heart is epilepsy. I’ve had two friends who have had epilepsy and one passed away due to it in 2013 (RIP William Robles) and you can’t tell that both of them had it. I didn’t know Will had it until the day he was taken from us. (You are always in our hearts Will - forever & always)

What do you think about judging people based on hidden disabilities?

SUGGESTION: To Love; or Not To Love (That Is The Perspective)

Suggested by Jacob Cerda

Love. There is a song about it. It’s all Hollywood talks about anymore. I even wrote a play about high school love. It was called “Lovers” and focused on a group of high school friends and their various love lives. Was it based on true events? Hell yeah! Did I change the names to protect the innocent? Fuck no. Was the story a bit changed? I would say so.

Love is a topic that’s been around many, many years. In almost every single story every written there is some sort of love story surrounding some of the characters. I love writing about love, because I myself love that feeling when you start falling for someone. And deep inside even

though I sound like an asshole, I truly am romantic. The person I am with will have my heart and I hope to hold theirs.

A lot of people associated love with hearts. Um, do we not realize that the heart inside our body doesn’t look like that commercial Valentine’s Day crap! I say that lightly because I would take the person I’m with on a nice surprise Valentine’s Day Adventure, but it doesn’t have to be commercialized to show how much I love the person. Do you think Valentine’s Day is too commercialized and shouldn’t we love our partners every other day of the year as well?

I was told a few years ago, probably 2013, that a person I felt in love with – that I didn’t love the person. It was only lust. Although I do have a really high sex drive, there are moments when I care about being with a specific person, and I don’t just care about that person. I actually want to love them and hold them. Like the song says “let me hold you tight, if only for one night” and that’s how I feel. Now comes the question, being twenty-four years old, do I really know about love or do I just think I know what it’s all about? All I can say about that is I will do my best to figure it out and to love the best that I know how.

Some of us hope to find what we call a “soul mate.” Let’s determine what that is. In my own humble opinion a “soul mate” doesn’t necessarily mean “love.” It can mean friendship as well. In the United Kingdom, the word “mate” means friend, so “soul mate” must mean “friend of our soul.” We all have at least one “soul mate” in our lives, even someone like me. My “soul mate” is not romantic; however, this person came into my life, stuck by me, and is always there for me when I need that person, through thick and thin, and that person knows who it is.

Just don’t let the yucky word “love” screw you over. To quote my play “Lovers”: “Be with someone that lights up your world and refuses to blow out the flame.”

FINAL THOUGHT: “Don’t love those churches as you will fall far from the person you will truly get to know.”

HAPPY FALL!

Be Open Minded!

-Justin Silva