Jess Mooney

- writer - filmmaker - wanderer - wonderer - techie - philosopher - procrastinator - loner -

I don't know who/what/where/why I am.

I’m filming the next “Story Time with Jess Mooney Time”…

For those of you who don’t know me in real lifesies, I do this thing every friday morning at school where I tell a story to the assembled group of friends.  I make it up as I go along (no prior planning allowed!) and it’s always really fun.  It generally involves appearances from members of aforementioned assembled group of friends, as well as sword battles and demon slaying.

This week is spring break, so I’m filming a Special Edition “Story Time with Jess Mooney Time” to be aired on friday.  I’m going to be filming myself telling the story first (so I don’t lose the aspect of chance and improv,) and then I’ll be filming the actual story itself to be placed over my narrations.

I’ve got a premise in mind, since I can’t go in with absolutely nothing like I usually do because I have to keep it within my realm of possibility to film.  I think it will actually address some important issues such as gender and stereotypes, so it will have more than just mindless entertainment value.

You should stay tuned, because I may post it on tumblr before I post it on facebook for all to see. :)

Today I did something hilariously dumb and klutzy.

I was taking the shortest possible route across the cafeteria— aka, over the tables.  I do this a lot, so it wasn’t as if I was trying to show off or be awesome or anything.  But anyway, I jumped on top of and over the first table but then my foot got caught on the second and before I knew it I had toppled headfirst over the table, done a flip, and banged my face on the ground, all in around a second and a half.

Even though I rolled back up into a standing position almost instantly (a habit I’ve taught my clumsy self over the years to avoid the most humiliation possible— the shorter amount of time I’m sprawled on the ground, the better,) there were still an astounding number of witnesses, including my gym teacher.  She rushed over to me and asked if I was okay and was obviously trying to make sure I didn’t have a concussion, but I was just trying to get as far away from the scene as possible.  I bolted as soon as I could in search of solitude and an asprin for my blossoming headache.

I almost wish somebody had managed to catch it on video.  It was definitely the sort of dumb shit that would go viral.