Why, why, why, why, why?

I have gotten so many "whys" over the years about my love for film. Why would I do this? Why do I care so much about crew roles? Why don't I just give up and become an accountant or something "useful"? Why did I come to Interlochen? Why do I want to be in film? Why do I put up with so much BS from people and then complain about it later? Why do I want a career that forces me to put up with that BS?

Tonight answered all those questions and more. Tonight I found what I have been looking for all year.

I can't go into the details of why tonight was so incredible--not all of them, anyway. First of all, because I don't have the time; I want to do this before the internet shuts off at 12:00. Second, some of the reasons why tonight made the whole year perfect are too personal, yes, even for me, Miss Spill-Her-Guts-To-The-Internet-On-A-Weekly-Basis. But I can give the overview--and maybe this will answer some of those whys.

Tonight was the premiere screening for the MPA major. Translation: Tonight was the first time the public got to see our films. I will not sugarcoat it, ladies and gentlemen: I was scared out of my mind. Last year, my premiere was awful; I went back to my room and cried, not only because my film was universally misunderstood and people laughed at all the wrong parts, but because I had literally one other credit in the entire program. I was terrified that this year would be the same, that I would see my film and think of 2,000 things that I should have done differently.

I was wrong.

From the start, the audience was on my side. I had a brilliant cast and it showed. My crew went above and beyond, and that showed too. Everything, from the lighting to the acting to the props, was absolutely amazing. There is a reason that Possession failed--it sucked. It did not deserve to be praised, or, in my opinion, to be screened (at least not until it had been re-cut and the sound was decently mixed). But tonight I put out a film that I could be proud of, and I finally earned the respect from my fellow students that I have been craving all year. (This is where I want to go into more detail but can't. Suffice it to say that I have won over my toughest critic.)

And that was just my personal experience with my own film! But the others--the films made by people I have lived with, studied with, and worked with all year--blew me away. I cannot express how proud I am of the people in my major right now. There are people whom I have fought with on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis--right now, I love them as if they were my siblings. There are films that I thought would make me shoot myself if I had to see them rotate in workshop one more time--right now, I would happily watch them another thousand times.

This is one of the many things that I love about being a filmmaker, in this case a film student. You work at a film for weeks, months, sometimes years (but most of us at Interlochen haven't gotten there yet, thank God), until it makes you cringe, until you doubt every move you make concerning your film, until you honestly can't remember why you made this movie in the first place. You watch others' films in workshop until you're so sick of them that you want to slap whoever was stupid enough to think that was a good idea, or that was a good script, or that was a good cut. You hate your workshop and can't wait for it to be over.

And then on the night of the premier, you see them all over again. You go in there dreading the screening, for whatever reason. Maybe, like me, you're scared that your film won't go over well. Maybe you have something else that you could be doing, some friend that needs a shoulder to cry on, some assignment due the next day. Or maybe you're just plain sick of your classmates' films. Whatever it is, you just want to be anywhere but there...until the lights go down, and the films begin to screen, and the audience cheers, laughs, gasps, or cringes for the first time. And then, it's a whole other ballgame. You laugh with them. You cheer with them. You cry with them, gasp with them, cringe with them. You see the film through their eyes, and suddenly there is no place you'd rather be.

After the screening was over, the love-fest began. Hugging. Crying. Laughing. Proud friends, proud parents. Everyone loves us, everyone wants to tell us how much they love us. I had people I'd never met before coming up to me and telling me how great my film was. I saw people pointing, heard whispering. "Who made the film about the rockstar?" or "Which one is she?" But for most of this, I only had eyes for my friends, my classmates, the people who made my film possible.

There is a wonderful singer-songwriter by the name of Rachel G., who came to me after my film screened and told me that, by putting her song in my film, I made her dream come true. To which I responded that by allowing me to put her song in my film, she made my film a thousand times better than it could have been. She made my dream come true--my dream of making people happy with my art.

But there's more than that. Tonight I realized that I've been trying so hard all year to get respect from the people in my major, when I really had it all along. Maybe I didn't have as much as certain others. Maybe it didn't show the way I wanted it to. Maybe I still didn't get the jobs I wanted. But they did care, and had I been expelled or had I left for other reasons, they would have noticed.

All year I have cried, fought, wished, prayed, begged, demanded, cursed, and complained. All year I have done things that I am not proud of, things I wish I could take back, all because I wanted to be good, I wanted a taste of what some of my fellow MPAs were handed on a silver platter. And tonight I was given that taste, and I realized that I would go through these past nine months a thousand times, if it meant feeling like this, having this success.

Shout-outs--well-earned shout-outs--to everyone who made tonight possible, especially the following:

Mark U.

Mindy M.

Travis C.

Keaton M.

Elizabeth V.

Aaron T.

Miles C.

Jesse E-J

Tyler H.

Nicole A.

Jamie T-R

Theo E.

Kylie C.

Jeff K.

Connor E.

Connor B.

Jay F.

Mida C.

Colin C.

Bonnie B.

Pippa A.

Dani K.

Preston C.

Jarryd E.

Michael M.

Lesley T.

Andy H.

Danny D.

Isaac R.

Mary-Carole H.

Bill C.

Harry H.

Sarah B.

Anne C.

Sheridan S.

Erin J.

Siddhartha R.

Rowen K.

and EVERYONE who worked in the MPA productions tonight, this would never have happened without all of you.

I love you <3

So...Why Alien Water Torture?

Please excuse my ranting. It is, on this occasion, necessary, unless everyone wants to hear about how Beatnik Belle went on an insane rampage in DeRoy the night before the last day of school.

Interlochen is brilliant. I'm not denying that. And it is a thousand times better than my old school. Here, your friends understand you even if not all of the adults do. Here, you have inside jokes with your teachers (some of them, anyway). Here you are given room to grow, to explore, to understand...

...until someone higher on the food chain doesn't like it.

Remember a few weeks ago when I blogged about shooting my thesis film, and made a few tongue-in-cheek references to arguing with my thesis advisor? That was, sadly enough, not a joke. What's really sad about that is that the man in question is truly a good person. He is not an evil, censorship-promoting troll. The problem is, he and I had extremely different opinions, and he is my teacher, and I had too much on the line to really fight for what I wanted. And looking back, I realize that there were things I could have done that I was too afraid to do. I can't change that. Much as I'd like to, I can't go back in time.

Here are the facts:

I wrote a screenplay over the summer and decided to use it for my junior thesis. Good idea, right? Maybe not. I had to condense thirteen pages into five. They call this process "baby-killing" for a reason. It's painful to condense ANYTHING. Really. But if you're going to do it, you'd damn well better keep some semblance of the story. I did not have that option. Almost literally.

The screenplay in question was called "Alien Water Torture," a title taken directly from a line of dialogue. In the story, a shy, awkward boy named Gavin falls for his roommate/childhood best friend Ronnie, who just so happens to be his polar opposite. The script is mostly a collection of awkward but intimate moments between the two of them, coming to a head when Ronnie, beginning to notice Gavin's affection for him, has a nightmare that a group of aliens is torturing him into admitting that he is in love with Gavin. Thanks to my utter lack of skill concerning dialogue (no, that is NOT self-hating there, that is just a FACT. I will make no secret of the fact that I HATE HATE HATE dialogue and if I had my way I would just let my actors come up with their own damn dialogue), the nightmare scene had comedic undertones, something that I greatly hoped my thesis advisor could assist me with. At the end of the script, Ronnie coerces Gavin into confessing his feelings and they have their happy ending and get together.

This was not meant to be a romantic comedy. It was meant to be something sweet, indie, and touching. The problem was, there wasn't enough time to make the story really WORK in five or six pages. Initially I cut the script down to the bare bones: See Gavin and Ronnie together, Ronnie finds out Gavin MIGHT be in love with him, Ronnie has nightmare, Gavin confesses, they get together, the end. "Not good enough," I was told. "There must be more STORY."

What I was not told was how I could do that.

Workshop was bad enough. I would get nailed every time. Why doesn't Ronnie already know? Why does Gavin choose to tell him NOW? If Ronnie really is in love with Gavin why does it take so long for him to admit it? Why does he wait for Gavin to make the first move if he knows that Gavin is so shy?

The biggest question was, why aliens? The answer: Because I don't like zombies and werewolves are too cliche.

No, really.

See, the idea of the film is not "gay love story." No, seriously, it's not! The idea is that it's frightening to fall in love with your best friend, no matter what gender you are and what gender they are. The whole same-sex thing served two purposes: One, they had to be roommates for this to work, and two, I thought it less of a cliche than a girl falling for her childhood guy friend. The aliens represent fear of losing your friend, and fear of admitting to your friend that you like them. Believe me, I have been here before, and anyone who has heard me ranting about "the Man in Black" knows JUST what I mean.

Rest assured that this will not turn into me saying "I could've made a great film if left alone." Hell no. The first thesis is overwhelming for ANYONE. It's NUTS. Writing, directing, and editing a film is not as easy as YouTube would have you believe. You need help. You need guidance. I'll be the first to admit, I needed help.

What I did NOT need was to hear "no" every time I went in for a thesis meeting.

"NO, they can't get together in the end." Why? "It's completely unrealistic. If a closeted boy found out that his friend had a crush on him he would freak out and call the other guy a fag and tell him to get away."

Not my Ronnie! Ronnie would never do that. Ronnie loves Gavin. Ronnie's been Gavin's protector since they met in kindergarten. Ronnie wouldn't call Gavin names and tell him to go away.

"NO, there can't be a kiss at the end!" Why? See answer to Why #1. With an added, "It doesn't further the story, you just want to get them smooching! It's what YOU want, not what the STORY wants."

Seriously. If you found out that your crush wanted you, even if you were nervous, would you let them kiss you? I know I would.

"NO, there cannot be an alien dream sequence!" Why? "Because it's impractical to film." (Well, you have a point there...) "Also, it doesn't further the story and it will only confuse your audience."

Really? Because just about everyone I asked outside the workshop knew exactly what it meant...

Finally, the story changed so it was unrecognizeable. I realized two days before my rehearsal that it was not the story I wanted at all. I'd tried to compromise. I took out the aliens, painful as it was. I changed the ending so that Ronnie rejected Gavin initially, then came back and admitted he was wrong. BIG MISTAKE. This just opened up more "why's."

"WHY is he rejecting him?"

That was the last straw. What I badly wanted to say was, I should ask you that! It was YOUR idea! YOU are the one who said that Ronnie would freak out at first! YOU are the one who said there shouldn't be a kiss! YOU are the one who essentially told me to take out everything that made sense in this script! Would you like to just write this for me? Here, have at it, because I'm sick of trying to write a script that YOU like! How about a script that I like? Uh, whose thesis film is this again?That's right, MINE!

Instead I meekly said, "Because he's scared?" Which everyone would know if you'd let me keep the aliens.

"So WHY does he come back?"

"Because...he loves Gavin. He really does." Which I've told you a million times, you freak.

Not good enough.

In desperation I added a scene at the end which showed Gavin meeting a new boy, Jackson, who was openly gay and had a pretty obvious crush on Gavin. Ronnie was "straight" and rejected Gavin clean, didn't look back. However, being me, I just had to put in that question "is he really...?" by giving Ronnie a talent for sketching, which he uses to draw a picture of himself with Gavin. In the end, he threw it away.

Wow. How's that for a happy ending? (Sarcasm hand is DEFINITELY raised.)

Please understand - I am not dissing my thesis advisor. Really, I am not. I love his work and I respect his opinions. It's just that I feel like that feeling maybe isn't mutual, because I felt condescended to and I don't like that. It's really sad, because he is a really talented filmmaker and I think if we'd been a better match in terms of personality, we might've been able to work together really well.

The problem with me is that I am a smartass. I really am, and I have no problem admitting that. I am strongly opinionated, and if I have an idea for something I don't want to let it go. The problem is that my thesis advisor was the same way.

What is it about opposites attracting?

But now I know. Next time we have an artist-in-rez who I like, I will ask their opinions. I will take their advice. But I won't ask them to be my advisor unless I am POSITIVE we can work together. Sound like a plan?

WARNING: SPOILERS. ONLY READ ON IF YOU HAVE ALREADY SEEN THE FILM.

So there will be some confusion about this particular matter. For those of you left scratching your heads after the thesis screening, here are all your questions answered (yes, these are all questions I have actually been asked):

1. If Ronnie is in love with Gavin, why does he reject him?

Two words: Snap decision. It's one of those moments where you want someone but you know you shouldn't. Basically, Ronnie DOES want Gavin--like, a lot--but it's been pounded into his head that it is WRONG to have a same-sex crush and if someone of your gender admits they like you in that way, you should BOOK IT. So Ronnie freaks out and makes the snap decision to walk away.

2. Why does Gavin ask Jackson out in the end?

Because he is, as my mum would say, "settling." Ronnie is, as far as he knows, straight. Jackson is pretty obviously gay. Gavin wants to feel loved, to use the common cliche, and since it's not hard to tell that Jackson has a crush on him, Gavin thinks this is his only shot.

3. Who the hell IS Jackson?

Jackson is a boy who has a crush on Gavin, but who has never gone for him because he knew--as did everyone else--that Gavin was in love with Ronnie. He's actually quite similar to Ronnie--very self-assured, bordering on arrogant, the kind of person that everyone THINKS is a slacker but they're really not. The difference is that he has completely accepted himself and knows exactly who he is--Ronnie's still a bit stuck on that.

Straight up: Jackson is a plot device. Little more. I will never, ever love him as much as I love Ronnie and Gavin. Sorry, Jackson. :(

4. Shy, sensitive Gavin suddenly and randomly decides to spill that he's in love with Ronnie. What the hell?

Sadly, that is another plot device. I went through so many variations of how Ronnie discovers that Gavin is in love with him, each more awkward than the last. The least-awkward way was for someone to be overheard discussing whether Gavin and Ronnie were dating. However, there wasn't enough time to put this into the script, so I went for the second-least awkward option, which was for Gavin to grow some balls and spit it out.

The difference is that there WAS some artistic choice in this one. I figured that since Gavin is so much like me (apparently; seeing as everyone insists that Gavin IS me and here I thought changing the protagonist to a male character would eliminate this problem) and I have taken the hard route of marching up to a guy and informing him that I like him, why can't my protagonist? Believe me, Gavin didn't want to. When I told him what he was going to do he looked at me like I was nuts and said, "Um, I can't even tell Ronnie that I don't want to clean the soundstage--how can I possibly tell him I'm in love with him? That makes no sense."

And I said, "Shut up, you sound like my thesis advisor. You're doing this, damn it," and I made him do it.

...And that is my insane moment for the day. MOVING ON!

5. So Gavin goes for Jackson and Ronnie gets left in the dust. What next? Do Ronnie and Gavin EVER make up?

Ooh, I love this one... Okay. In the original script, Ronnie walked away but came back when he realized that Gavin was his best friend and he DID love him and he COULDN'T walk away. That's kaput now, so in my mind here is what happens afterward:

--Jackson and Gavin have their date. Gavin realizes that while Jackson is sweet, he has absolutely no feelings for the poor guy whatsoever and is forced to admit that he only likes Jackson as a friend.

--While Gavin is on his date, Ronnie sulks on the soundstage (this is in the film). He realizes that no matter how allegedly "wrong" it is, he loves Gavin and he can't change that. He decides that Gavin should know this.

--Ronnie seeks Gavin out and finds him at the waterfront. He offers Gavin the picture that he drew of the two of them together and admits that he wants to be with Gavin. Gavin, overjoyed, kisses him without a second thought. Ronnie is so shocked he nearly runs away again. This time Gavin stops him and basically says "What the hell is your problem?" Ronnie spills his guts. Kiss again. The end.

...Doesn't that sound so much better?

6. Where the heck does the title "Possession" come from?

The simple meaning: At one point in the film, Ronnie jokes about ghosts possessing him and Gavin if they don't clean the soundstage.

The actual meaning: When you love someone, like Gavin loves Ronnie, you feel almost as if they "possess" you. They have power over you that your closest friends and even your parents do not have. This is why we often make fools of ourselves around our crushes. It's also why Ronnie walks out, scared - because he isn't sure if he's ready for Gavin to "possess" him.



STOLEN DIALOGUE (long overdue, I might add)

Person one: [Hall counselor], what's the best way to mail a slice of pizza?
Person two: Don't. Why on earth would you need to mail a slice of pizza?
Person one: Because it's sexy!
Person two: That is definitely not the answer I wanted to hear...

"He's suffering from a bad case of smart-ass."

"He is so far in the closet he's actually in Narnia. It's like, c'mon, man. Come out already. You're too old to chill with magical lions."

Person one: You can tell if I like you because I'll say you're badass or I'll call you dude. It's, like, pretty much my ultimate sign of respect.
Person two: Have you ever called me 'dude'?
Person one: Yeah.
Person two: Oh, good. I like you too.

[referring to a math lesson involving imaginary numbers] "My objective is to get through my show tonight without my brain exploding. My obstacle is THAT." [points to whiteboard]

"Aww, my little iPod touch is all growed up!"

"You are a cute, innocent, awkward baby deer. Go with it. Embrace it."

"I hate everyone today. It's nothing personal. I just hate everyone. I know that love always wins out, so hating everyone is fighting a losing battle, but that just makes me more determined to hate everyone."

Person: How do you get me into this stuff?
Me: Magic powers. [line from my movie]
Person: If you throw a teddy bear at me next, I will beat you.

Bored...waiting for paint (a.k.a. nail polish) to dry...

Ohkaaaay. So. I KNOW that a certain someone will begin the verbal prodding for me to blog if I don't do it soon (two or three days between posts? Jesus!), so I'll do it. With nothing better to blog about, I shall steal a 100-question quiz from a DeviantArt buddy's journal and do that, simply because I think it looks like fun.


1) Full name: If you're reading this blog, you already know it. (And for those of you who DON'T know this already, my middle name is Elizabeth.)

2) Male/Female: Teenage girl - OMG, like, everyone run for, like, your lives! ;)

3) Were you named after anyone?: Not that I'm aware of.

4) Does your name mean anything? Damned if I know.

5) Nickname(s): Lulubelle, AE, Blondie (even though my hair is NOT any lighter than that of the person who calls me that).

6) What do you think you look like... name wise: Uhh. Whaaat? This question makes no sense. Moving on!

7) Date of birth: The very last month of Autumn. Also the soggiest month of the year.

8) Place of birth and current location: Place of birth: Michigan; current location: Michigan. Hmm, I need to get out more...

9) Nationality: Scottish, Welsh, Irish, German and Cherokee (but no one believes that last one)

10) Astrology sign: Scorpio.

11) Chinese astrology sign: Monkey. I THINK. I'm too lazy to look it up.

12) Religion: Unitarian. Yes, I am aware that most people think we're all tree-huggers. Not true, I tell you!

13) What's your favorite smell?: LAVENDER!!!!!!!

14) Political Position?: See question #4.

15) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?: Cold water.

16) Hair + eye color: Hair, either VERY dark blonde or VERY light brown, Eyes, dark blue or sometimes grayish-blue, depending on the light.

17) Do you look like anyone famous?: I have been told that I have "Taylor Swift Hair," however, by no means do I EVER resemble Taylor Swift.

18) What do you look like?: Ridiculously short. Out-of-control curly hair. Eyes that don't like to decide on a color.

19) Any unusual talents?: I can burp the word "Hawaii." Apparently it runs in the family.

20) Righty, lefty, or ambidextrous?: Right-handed and right-footed, however, once in Tae Kwon Do lessons I managed to break a board with my left foot.

21) Gay, straight, bi, or other?: Meh. Does it really matter?

22) What do you do for a living?: Absolutely nothing. I go to boarding school for heaven's sake.

23) What do you do for fun?: Depends on what kind of mood I'm in.

24) What are your favorite art materials to work with?: Does a camcorder count? If not, then definitely pastels.

25) What kind of materials would you like to work with?: I'd love to try charcoal, but I'm too chicken.

26) Have you met your grandparents?: Yeeees.

27) Boyfriend/Girlfriend: In the words of my facebook status, It's Complicated. I like seals.

28) Crush: Uhh. Yeah, because I'm TOTALLY going to put that online.

29) What celebrity would you date if you could?: Hmm...if I could go back in time, Jim Steinman or Bob Geldof.

30) Current worries?: My thesis film!!!!

31) Favorite online guy/girl(s): Do facebook friends count?

32) Favorite place to be?: Interlochen!

33) Least favorite place to be?: Dentist's office, eye doctor.

34) Do you burn or tan?: Generally, I burn. Or, if I haven't been in the sun for a long time, I sort of glow because I am ridiculously pale.

35) Ever break a bone?: Never, thank God.

36) What is your favorite cereal?: Cinnamon toast crunch or frosted flakes

37) Person you cry with: Usually my Mom or my best friend.


Do you have...

38) Any sisters: See #31.

39) Any brothers: See #31 (again).

40) Any pets: Nope.

41) An illness: Well, right now, a cold...

42) A pager: Nooo.

43) A personal phone line: I share one with my roommate.

44) A cell phone: Yep.

45) A visible birthmark: Not that I'm aware of...

46) A pool or hot tub: Yes, in my backyard!

47) A car: Not yet.


Describe your...

48) Personality: Absolutely batshit crazy. I mean it. I cry easily, I laugh even more easily. My friends think it's cute. My opposition does not.

49) Driving: you, up a wall.

50) Your clothing style: Whatever the heck I feel like wearing that day.

51) Room: Messy!

52) What’s missing: Organization.

53) School: Interlochen! 2011 FTW!

54) Bed: Uncomfortable.

55) Relationship with your parent(s): They read my blog, what do you think I'm going to say here? ;)

56) Do you believe in yourself?: Sometimes.

57) Do you believe in love at first sight?: Childishly enough, yes.

58) Consider yourself a good listener?: Only when I'm not tired.

59) Have a future dream that you would like to share?: Being a filmmaker.

60) Get along with your parents?: Yes!!!!

61) Save your e-mail conversations?: Sometimes.

62) Pray?: Yes.

63) Believe in reincarnation?: Yes.

64) Brush your teeth twice a day?: Yes.

65) Like to talk on the phone? I prefer talking in person.

66) Like to eat?: Meh, I'm kind of a picky eater.

67) Like to exercise?: Dancing, ice skating, and MPAing!

68) Like to watch sports?: Figure skating.

69) Sing in the car?: Only if my dad is with me.

70) What is a dream that you have all the time?: I have had a recurring dream that Amy Lee is kissing a random band frontman in my basement while celery stalks try to chop their way into my house using rubber axes. If this makes sense to you, please let me know now.

71) Dream in color?: Yeah. I would LOVE to have a black-and-white dream, though.

72) Do you have nightmares?: Unfortunately, yes.

73) Sleep with a stuffed animal?: Usually it ends up on the floor; I am not exactly known for staying still while I sleep, half the time I wake up and my blankets are on the floor.

74) What's right next to you?: A bottle of dried-out nail polish and a very annoying alarm clock.

75) What's on your favorite mug?: Red and white hearts. Yes, I'm aware of how cheesy that is.

76) What's on your mouse pad?: I don't use a mouse.

77) Your favorite flavor of gum: Trident cherry!

78) Your brand of deodorant: Anything that helps me NOT stink.

79) Your dream honeymoon spot: Greece.

80) Your dream husband/wife: ...? Dude, I'm in HIGH SCHOOL.

81) What's hiding in your closet?: A lot of stuff that I have to pack in a few days.

82) Under your bed: Drawers...?

83) The name of one of your closest/best friends: Mishka! Gus! Aaron! Elli! Oh my God, I can't choose ONE!!!! What kind of nutty quiz is this?

84) Your bad time of the day: That time when I realize I have four homework assignments that I have to do in one hour.

85) Your worst fear(s): Drowning, being abandoned...oh yes, how could I forget, ZOMBIES!!! I HATEHATEHATE ZOMBIES!!!!!!

86) What's the weather like: Warm, for once!

87) Your favorite time of year?: AUTUMN! FALL! WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT! I LOVE IT!!!!

88) Your favorite holiday?: Halloween. Ironic, considering that I am the world's biggest scaredy-cat.

89) A material weakness?: Movies!

90) The weirdest food or drink that you like: Pizza topped with candy corn.

91) At the top of your "to-do list"?: Edit.

92) The hardest thing about growing up: Do you really want me to answer that?

93) A pet peeve?: The word "pimple," idk why but I HATE it.

94) Your scariest moment: Doing a superman slide down a hill after falling off my scooter.

95) Your attitude about love?: It's amazing but it also kind of sucks.

96) The funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of the opposite sex?: I can't remember...knowing me, I probably just cursed.

97) The worst feeling in the world: Disappointment.

98) The best feeling in the world: Acceptance.

99) Who sent this to you? No one, I did it because I was bored.

100) people you tag - Nobody...although if you have a blog and you want to do this, feel free.


So tonight I went to the senior creative writing reading, lined up some shoots, talked to people, made some bromance jokes (in honor of Pat, of course)...and no homework. None. God, I love not having a quiz tomorrow!

By the way, I made a facebook page for my thesis...if you are on my crew (you know who you are) please join? And Mr. Stills Guy, please post the stills on that page? Pleeeease? :)