Heh, so me and some fellow dorks, dig? We're throwing a film screening where we show our Production II final films and any other work we feel like showing on Sunday.
I have to find out, aka ask shayna, if there's a way to get money from Columbia and go back into rework my film. There are sound issues. nd hell, if I could lasso one of my friends to color correct... yeah. and how. I want to have something worth it to send off to film festivals. ... maybe I can weasle entry fee payment out of Columbia too....
So there's this adorable fellow cinematographer feller in the Production II I'm TA'ing for and I found out yesterday that he be from Art Institute. He's a good guy and very knowledgeable. I bet I could learn a lot from him.
I wonder what the static electricity charge is on my clothes...
I wonder when I'll be the kind of woman who doesn't feel the need to let the world know that she's on the rag. I am so goddamned close to making menstruation art, but for the smell. I remember back in Buffalo, NY, some kid made a shit sculpture at UB. I guess they were refrigerating it, but I heard it still stank. I bet he eats too much meat and not enough veggies and whole grains.
I took advantage of the session with the trainer at my gym (hard 'g') that's included in the membership fee and we did a fitness assessment. He kind of annoyed me by implying that a student shouldn't be able to afford this gym and when I told him that the Roosevelt facilities blew my asshole and it was worth it to me to be able to work out my rage rather than do the razorblade bathtub dance (I'm totally exagerrating... this is what I would liked to have said. I probably laughed and said "Yeah well..."). During the course of the strength assessment, he got all impressed and asked me if I considered power lifting. Listen. I know bitch be crazy strong. But bitch don't wanna pack more on. If anything, bitch wants to let some go. And I don't see myself, what, on the weekends competing with other power lifters... I ... just ... I don't.
Sooo, I ramble. But here's something I don't think anybody on SG knows about me: I have a painting of Hulk Hogan on black velvet in my bedroom. It was passed down through my sisters to me for my first apartment. It was originally given to my oldest sister because my dad said it was the only way to get a crucifix up on her wall (he's wearing a cheesy gold crucifix around his neck).
So give me a random fact that you don't think I know. About yourself. I don't care if it's sensational or mundane.
cl0ck
I have to find out, aka ask shayna, if there's a way to get money from Columbia and go back into rework my film. There are sound issues. nd hell, if I could lasso one of my friends to color correct... yeah. and how. I want to have something worth it to send off to film festivals. ... maybe I can weasle entry fee payment out of Columbia too....
So there's this adorable fellow cinematographer feller in the Production II I'm TA'ing for and I found out yesterday that he be from Art Institute. He's a good guy and very knowledgeable. I bet I could learn a lot from him.
I wonder what the static electricity charge is on my clothes...
I wonder when I'll be the kind of woman who doesn't feel the need to let the world know that she's on the rag. I am so goddamned close to making menstruation art, but for the smell. I remember back in Buffalo, NY, some kid made a shit sculpture at UB. I guess they were refrigerating it, but I heard it still stank. I bet he eats too much meat and not enough veggies and whole grains.
I took advantage of the session with the trainer at my gym (hard 'g') that's included in the membership fee and we did a fitness assessment. He kind of annoyed me by implying that a student shouldn't be able to afford this gym and when I told him that the Roosevelt facilities blew my asshole and it was worth it to me to be able to work out my rage rather than do the razorblade bathtub dance (I'm totally exagerrating... this is what I would liked to have said. I probably laughed and said "Yeah well..."). During the course of the strength assessment, he got all impressed and asked me if I considered power lifting. Listen. I know bitch be crazy strong. But bitch don't wanna pack more on. If anything, bitch wants to let some go. And I don't see myself, what, on the weekends competing with other power lifters... I ... just ... I don't.
Sooo, I ramble. But here's something I don't think anybody on SG knows about me: I have a painting of Hulk Hogan on black velvet in my bedroom. It was passed down through my sisters to me for my first apartment. It was originally given to my oldest sister because my dad said it was the only way to get a crucifix up on her wall (he's wearing a cheesy gold crucifix around his neck).
So give me a random fact that you don't think I know. About yourself. I don't care if it's sensational or mundane.
cl0ck
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I wish I could help with the audio in your fizznilm. I love that kinda shite.
x to the o.
I'm thrilled to finally see your work. really, my nipples are twin peaks.
I'll look into local/state film fest stuff. The only thing I've found in the past few minutes is:
CUCALORUS
and
RIVERRUN
Text me your mailing addy.