Movie idea that came from my dreams

two students - one geek, one prep.

final scene - geek has 'stolen' prep's girlfriend, speeches are being given in an debate on infancy vs primacy in development at a large parry. the prep is talking. he seems to notice for the first time the girl with geek (whos just given the previous speech, a short but incisive one). he he walks towards the couple, beginning to get distracted. then stands near them and says, only slightly quieter,"this geek is nothing, look at all the people listening to me. my ideas are important." he looks up and around, a little shocked that he broke the course of his monologue, but no one has noticed, everyone is talking to each other. No one gives a shit about his ideas on infancy. They all think hs' still talking, and even the dean and some professors give him thumbs up signs. He's shocked, and the MC takes that as the end of the speech, and moves the ceremony onto the next items.

The prep is distracted by the new knowledge, and wanders slowly past the geek, until the geek says "which speech are you going to submit?" cause the speech was also worth marks, with the prep and geek vying for top spot.
"huh?"
"you must submit an accurate transcript of what you said" said the geek deliciously, but the preppie was still too distracted submits the speech he'd written, not given.

The geek is anguished but remembers that the speeches are being recorded, and starts to protest until the girl says "Geek - forget about it. There is more to life than just marks", then she winks at them. They leave the party and have lots of sex.

(home)

it was the first time i had been back to the town in twenty years. i spent my first twenty years here, then the next twenty using it as my alibi, my identity. it is easy to trade off a country upbringing, just keep your speech broad enough and be knowledgable about livestock.

the main street was half brand new, half never changed. the churches were still grand focal points, their rose bushes orderly. various old buildings, pubs and banks, had been repainted but their colonial facades remained.

the town had prospered, even droughts did little to check the growth. coal mines and vineyards and alpacca farms kept the town greased and primed. even the water gods were happy, plentiful water from bores kept the lawns green and the town pool filled up.

i had hired a room at a pub, the second trendiest in town. i'd planned this as a getaway with my girlfriend, but she'd dumped me a week ago. usually i get dumped at the end of the trip, i'm guessing she decided to get in early. we had sort of petered out, no longer lighting a spark in each others eyes. i suspect she had another man in mind, but couldn't be sure, and anyway, was a mute point.

i'd decided to continue with the trip, to use it to write some songs. an acoustic guitar and sunsets over vineyards, drinking good shiraz and eating fresh olives. and depressed as hell. whatever i came out with was either going to genius or self-indulgent crap.

i walked downtown during lunchtime, getting a very occasional second glance from old schoolmates or teachers or teammates. i had told anyone i was coming, didn't really know anyone to tell. everyone either escaped at some stage or stayed and became blurred by the slow country life.

one woman seemed familiar - i think it was my first girlfriend, but i couldn't be sure, and she was with some children, so it seemed silly to approach her.

i found a seat at a bar and ordered a counter lunch. i had tried to dress down, but i still stood out amongst the cockies and tradies. my divorce from earning from the land was intrinsic, i could bathe in dirt and still be picked as a city dweller.

the meal was fresh and hot, and as the conversation started i remembered why i left. small towns shelter small minds. the isolation was more than physical, it was a barrier to outside consideration.

at the same time, i remembered what i missed - the simple community, that slow handshake and tick of the head, that you belong here, and we'll watch your back, and have some good times.

It's not good to have your happiness dependent on someone else...

...but when your own company is depressing there isn't much choice.

Maybe I am depressed, but most likely i am just heartbroken. The first rule of depression is notice your thought patterns, become cognate of your cognitive processes.

At the moment, everything reminds me of her. The restaurant we used to go to, the cafes for breakfast, sitting in the park, that party we went to. E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Every phone call, email and letter i hope is a message from her.

My plan lately has been to find a new crush, a new girl to dote on. This sort of works, until the new girl drops off the attention, then a compounded hangover hits you.

not because i don't love you but because i still do.

I decided a hair cut was better than suicide. Cut wrists, cut hair, both are desecration.

It makes it easier to look in the mirror, it makes it easier to be brash, cavalier and brazen. I am no longer that boring haircut boring person, i am now Action! Exciting! Man!

I figure i'll move to a new city. It's easier to drink by yourself in a new city. When you're a local, there is the worry that someone will recognise you. Drinking alone is looked down upon.