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| I have two footans in my room. One is fairly comfortable, whilst the other hurts your ass if you sit on it in the wrong place...
I just finished my first college short film for the 72 hour film festival. It's called Pretty Man. Think "Pretty Woman", only the opposite sex. I am disappointed in it technical-wise, since all the professional camera equipment was checked out and we had to shoot in less than a day, and compared to the other filmmakers who have been in the department for a while it probably looks like crap, but I think it has a good story to carry it through. However, Alex Shaner isn't in it, and neither is Michael Dillman, so who knows how it will go.
Homecoming Week sucks. If we are not studying, we have to be working on our Homecoming lawn display and doing Homecoming skits and giving homecoming blood from our homecoming bodies and the homecoming blood drive. Homecoming....
I am beginning to discover what acting really involves. It requires a lot of intense concentration and study of your character, trying to tap into their inner emotions, and understanding why they say what they say, and what they are thinking in between. It throws the entire idea behind high school theatre for a loop.
I didn't eat my PopTarts this morning. I'll eat them tomorrow.
I really missed home this weekend. Not to the point where I cried myself to sleep and wrote a facebook status filled with inner angst, but I really just wanted to sleep in a bed that is on the ground and doesn't move with every turn you make in bed.
I really want to buy Scorsese by Ebert.
I really want to buy this CD.
I really want to buy There Will Be Blood on DVD.
I really need to go to bed.
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| It's been a while since I've done one of these....
I love roommates with insurmountable Itunes libraries....
I have a Pulp Fiction posted in my room. I feel it is a perfect addition to any fraternity brothers' room, except it kind of freaks me out to wake up in the morning and have Uma Thurman staring at me with a cigarette in one hand and a gun in the other...
Maybe I should put her on the opposite wall where the Goodfellas poster is.
History of Rock is the most amazing class ever. We sit and listen to music for an hour and a half each class, and then discuss its significance in mainstream American music.
I went to "Burn After Reading" on Friday. I loved the movie, but I love even more the fact that people who don't realize its a Coen Brothers movie go expecting to see a movie follow a perfect formula, but then when the best character gets plugged halfway through and then the movie just ends with no explanation, they get really pissed off. It's great.
I am an Assistant Director in a short film entitled "Mr. O's Test." I ran sound and held the boom mic all day on Saturday.
Filmmaking involves a lot of sitting and waiting. That and a lot of high tech equipment.
I need a haircut.
I ran last week.
I was going to run this week....oops.
The bar in Old Chicago is surprisingly fun when you're a minor. You just have to order Root Beer and then you fit in quite well with cheering. Just a tip.
I dig jazz in coffee houses. The tight groove of the snare drum pulsating to the rhtyhm of the espresso machines, the sax and guitar fusion lifting my soul into the street lights that flare out through the mist of the drizzly rain.
And then I realize that 8 blocks away there is a corn field.
I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back.
ok, I'm back.
Acting is more difficult than you could possibly imagine if you are doing it correctly. To be a truly great actor, you need to possess a physical control as intense as any athletic event, and a mental control as focused and scientific as any engineering major. Truly, acting is a science.
I really need to study for a couple tests.
Apparently Hamlet wasn't indecisive after all. Go figure.
I really need a haircut.
I live 4 blocks from 5 different coffee houses, 3 blocks from Jimmy Johns, 1 block from Arby's, and a 1/2 block from Sbarro.
Sorry, I needed an arrogant moment.
Everywhere you go, Catholicism is standing across the street, waving, and holding up free waffles and carbonated orange juice.
I really want to make this as long as possible.
I just took a study break. Although Stanislavski is brilliant, the way my book is written makes him a bit of a bore...
My room wreaks of Red Bull.
I wonder if anyone will actually read this. How many people still use Xanga as a means for communication anyway?
Glen Campbell is quite the corny musician. He is the kind of music that your grandparents have on cassette tape in their sock drawers that they take out when they go camping.
Chipotle is overrated. If you want a legit burrito joint, go to Qdoba.
I really, really, really, am feeling the urge to go buy a couple movies.
I have to read a play by Shakespeare in 4 days.
I have started 16 of these paragraphs with I. Aren't I a little full of myself?
Make that 17.
Pledge class officer meeting in the next hour.
A doo-wop group called the monotones. Isn't that a little ironic?
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| College is a big game. There are rules to the game, but they don't tell them to you, you have to figure them out for yourself. It is a place full of people who know more about the world than you, but don't be discouraged: hopefully by the end you will be in their place, teaching younger classes how to express their world views in an intelligent manner, and hopefully learning something about what path your future leads.
I say this because I feel like an ignorant loser at this point. I don't know crap about Shakespeare, I don't have 13,000 songs I worship in my Itunes library, I don't know how to converse about things I'm not interested in. I don't know how to manage studying, practicing monologues, cleaning a fraternity house, and attempting to do activities passing each with flying colors....
But I will.
I realize that less intelligent people before me have been put to the test and succeeded. I also realize that more gifted students have collapsed under their own sloth characteristics (or as I put it, Lebowski-like qualities).
I guess this is preparing me for adulthood, which is the gin rummy to this texas hold-'em.
I would really like to tell you all about my collegiate experience in more frank terms, but my mind isn't functioning properly at the moment. I had to memorize a soliloquy in less than 24 hours and make it acceptable for a grade. I doth have no hours in the day to partake in casual discourse on the subjects of my social matters and my interactions with fellow brothers of fraternal bondage.
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| I feel detached from the world around me. This detachment seems serious to me, but is it actual detachment or just a pretentious form of angst?...(that is a rhetorical question) The two sides have been pulling for so long, I feel the most comfortable not going in either direction. The way can be seen through a kaleidoscope. Briefs visions...then confusion. The unconventional road has been the right choice all along. Stereotypes are too hard to break. Inferiority complexes too hard to silence. i want it to happen, but why? because of choice or commercialism? words make us feel comfortable, but there is no depth to such words. depth is hard to control. what do they think about you when no one else is around to sway their opinion. where will this go. what is this even about. everyone is pretentious. everyone is simply for themselves. no one is out to get you. | | |
| Apparently I don't update enough, according to some who have just jumped onto the band wagon... It's amazing how something you'd think would be so bad is actually so good.... I was talking about a TV show...what were you thinking? I have a job. 3 gangster movies for $20 at Wal-Mart is a sweet-a deal. Frats are nothing like Frats on TV. At least at UNL. City of God is probably the most raw and stunning foreign film I have seen. Truthfully, that's not saying a lot. But at least I'm saying something. Hemoglobin is a fun name to make reservations under. Wes Anderson is my hero. Up above is now my new favorite song. That title will probably change in two weeks. I would write more, but I have to poop. | | |
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