So, I have news: I have not only been accepted to not one, not two, but FOUR colleges (McDaniel, Marlborough, DePaul, and Calvin--HECK YEAH!!), but I have also received two offers that have sent me so far over the moon they're going to have to send Neil Armstrong to bring me home: 1) Offer to be Assistant Art Director/Costume Supervisor/Effects Supervisor on a thesis film, and 2) AN OFFER TO CO-DIRECT A FEATURE FILM OVER THE SUMMER.
AND as if THAT is not enough, my indie short is FINALLY continuing with filming, TONIGHT at EIGHT in HEMINGWAY (btw, non-Inty people, that is a dorm. just fyi), with one of my best friends acting for me and ANOTHER very good friend (the one who wants me to co-direct his feature) as my AD.
Holy. Freaking. Cow.
AND as if THAT is not enough, my indie short is FINALLY continuing with filming, TONIGHT at EIGHT in HEMINGWAY (btw, non-Inty people, that is a dorm. just fyi), with one of my best friends acting for me and ANOTHER very good friend (the one who wants me to co-direct his feature) as my AD.
Holy. Freaking. Cow.
After all my false starts, after all the bachelor-science, after all of the CRAP that I have dealt with, here it is. In the middle of February, no less! Here is the senior year I've been dreaming of. Things are falling into place. I know what I want and I have a plan of how to get it. My days of continuity, audio, and grip are OVER.
(Hopefully.)
On the docket for today:
Physics test
Editing tutorial
SHOOTING WITH ISAAC, ALEX, ANNIE, AND MATTHEW :D
Calling parents
Working on Red Wheelbarrow submission
Laundry
Calling debit card company
...Whew.
You know what? I take back what I said in the last post. The f-word is not Flugelhorn, it is February. But, like the "real" f-word, this word does not have to offend you, hurt you, or wreck your day. This f-word can be tamed, and I plan to do just that.
In other news, we have gone from Tuesday-to-Saturday to Monday-to-Friday for the next three weeks. So when I say "I've had it with this monkey-fighting _____ at this Monday-to-Friday boarding school!" I will be entirely accurate.
Up next: Blogging my Indie Short, part II (letting you know how it all goes, because we will be shooting A LOT this weekend).
STOLEN DIALOGUE:
Person one: Is there anything technological you can't do?
Person two: I'm sure there's a few things...when I find out what those are, I'll just learn how to do them.
Person one: Can you make it look like this movie wasn't edited by a hormonal overemotional teenage girl?
Person two: Sure...but I didn't know you were asking Justin Bieber to edit your movie...
"What happens in Film Genres, stays in Film Genres."
"The level of insanity on this crew is astounding...I LOVE IT."
"I don't know what's scarier: The fact that he was stripping in the commons or the fact that you KNOW he was stripping in the commons."
"Interlochen has coffeehouses and coffee grinds."
[in a ballet class with both guys and girls]
Teacher: Remember when you dance, you have to keep your back straight! Stick your boobies out!
Person one: I've come to the conclusion that no matter how much crew-whoring I do, I will never get higher than audio, grip, or continuity.
Person two: Hey, come on now...first of all, you don't whore, you just be...that's my word of wisdom for the day.
[watching a censored version of The Big Lebowski]
Movie character: Do you see what happens when you FIND a stranger IN THE ALPS? This is what happens when you feed a guy SCRAMBLED EGGS!
Person one: I know what "find a stranger in the alps" was originally...but I don't know about the second one...I don't know what he's supposed to say there.
Person two: I guarantee you it wasn't "scrambled eggs."
Person one: Yeah...it might've been something that turns your brain INTO scrambled eggs...but yeah...probably not actual "scrambled eggs."
"You're supposed to be all 'Grr, badass' but I just want to hug you!"
Person one: You could probably get a take of this shot right now.
Person two: What, while we're all screaming at each other?
(Hopefully.)
On the docket for today:
Physics test
Editing tutorial
SHOOTING WITH ISAAC, ALEX, ANNIE, AND MATTHEW :D
Calling parents
Working on Red Wheelbarrow submission
Laundry
Calling debit card company
...Whew.
You know what? I take back what I said in the last post. The f-word is not Flugelhorn, it is February. But, like the "real" f-word, this word does not have to offend you, hurt you, or wreck your day. This f-word can be tamed, and I plan to do just that.
In other news, we have gone from Tuesday-to-Saturday to Monday-to-Friday for the next three weeks. So when I say "I've had it with this monkey-fighting _____ at this Monday-to-Friday boarding school!" I will be entirely accurate.
Up next: Blogging my Indie Short, part II (letting you know how it all goes, because we will be shooting A LOT this weekend).
STOLEN DIALOGUE:
Person one: Is there anything technological you can't do?
Person two: I'm sure there's a few things...when I find out what those are, I'll just learn how to do them.
Person one: Can you make it look like this movie wasn't edited by a hormonal overemotional teenage girl?
Person two: Sure...but I didn't know you were asking Justin Bieber to edit your movie...
"What happens in Film Genres, stays in Film Genres."
"The level of insanity on this crew is astounding...I LOVE IT."
"I don't know what's scarier: The fact that he was stripping in the commons or the fact that you KNOW he was stripping in the commons."
"Interlochen has coffeehouses and coffee grinds."
[in a ballet class with both guys and girls]
Teacher: Remember when you dance, you have to keep your back straight! Stick your boobies out!
Person one: I've come to the conclusion that no matter how much crew-whoring I do, I will never get higher than audio, grip, or continuity.
Person two: Hey, come on now...first of all, you don't whore, you just be...that's my word of wisdom for the day.
[watching a censored version of The Big Lebowski]
Movie character: Do you see what happens when you FIND a stranger IN THE ALPS? This is what happens when you feed a guy SCRAMBLED EGGS!
Person one: I know what "find a stranger in the alps" was originally...but I don't know about the second one...I don't know what he's supposed to say there.
Person two: I guarantee you it wasn't "scrambled eggs."
Person one: Yeah...it might've been something that turns your brain INTO scrambled eggs...but yeah...probably not actual "scrambled eggs."
"You're supposed to be all 'Grr, badass' but I just want to hug you!"
Person one: You could probably get a take of this shot right now.
Person two: What, while we're all screaming at each other?
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