The Reel Deal and Other Bad Jokes
Saturday, February 26, 2005
"Java devil, you are now my bitch."
Last movie quoted was "True Romance." Jack got it.
Well, Dad called the Dean of Filmmaking at NCSA and he said that the rejection letter was a mistake, because he personally looks at every application and he hadn't gotten to mine yet. EVERY application? I don't know about that. But every time I saw this guy around town or he saw Dad, he'd tell me to apply or tell dad to tell me to apply...so there appears to be a significant chance of my actual acceptance. That would be great. I don't want to start work just yet.
Check out this great game. If I had the money I'd buy it. Sorry, I don't feel like doing any HTML right now. http://www.chroniclogic.com/index.htm?gish.htm
I'm sitting in the editing lab at school right now. Officially I'm in class, but unoffically I'm blogging and playing internet games. I have a virulent head cold. It seems to be getting better, however; yesterday was way worse than this. I couldn't breathe at all then. Now I just have violent sneezing. Everything around me is covered in mucus. I am the Mucus Master, the Sultan of Snot. Fear me!
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
"Now I know I'm pretty, but I ain't as pretty as a couple of titties."
The last movie quoted was "The Thomas Crown Affair."
Apparently some people still check this blog, even though I post so rarely now. I'm on an extended hiatus because, well, life sucks/is boring. It was merely boring until recently, when I applied to the School of the Arts in North Carolina (NCSA) and was promptly rejected. That sucked pretty bad. I also got a cold right at that time. I also lost the source clip for an editing project I put five hours of straight work into. I also was woken up from a refreshing nap with the disapointing news from NCSA. I went back to sleep and Mom called back about some other damn thing. Went back to sleep, or was trying to, when Dad called. After that conversation I couldn't get back to sleep so I went and talked to Ben and Brian, my upstairs neighbors and classmates, and Jeremy, who happened to be there.
Apparently I missed out on some crazy shit when I skipped class to do the NCSA interview. The producer of our bullshit community video documentary project is, let's put it bluntly, a fucking bitch. She's annoying as hell, she wants to represent all races in the video but is a racist herself, she doesn't fucking know what she's doing because she's a first semester, first year student. She made some statements that tipped a number of people over the edge, inducing them to make such statements as "You're a fucking bitch and I hope you die." Gosh, where have we heard this before. Now I'm signing the petition to get her removed from her position. Jeremy suggested we sing 80's songs whenever she talks. "We're not gonna take it! NO! We ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna taaaaake it, anymooooore!" Say hello to the real twisted sister.
The ramification of my rejection is this: I'm going to have to work instead of going to school. That's fine, but my worry is finding a job that I'll be able to hang on to. And if it could be in the field that would be nice too. I'm thinking...news. Damnit. I wonder if there are any production houses near Winston I could sign on with...?