Crap

Our neighborhood had fireworks on Saturday night. We forgot about them this time. We usually go don as they start. It scares the geese. Since we were there last time the geese walked away from us towards another part of the course, away fromt he neighborhood. Since we werent there this time the geese walked up towards the neighborhood. How do we know? Tons of goose crap on our front yard.

Maybe Just A Little Too Late

Yet again I've been too "busy" to write anything here. I've always been around but haven't had enough gaschmoygidda to post anything. It was a tough spring semester, my toughest yet. With all the projects due for 5 different art studio classes I am suprised I was able to complete them all on time. I had a script to write, photos to take and then manipulate, a film to edit and add sound, and a 3D animation to create. As you might notice that's only 4 things. I was able to combine two projects and just do one. Uh, I guess I could upload and share some of my projects online, except for my script of course. I had to write two scripts for that course. I think my first one was better, but I won't know til I get my grades back.

Um, so yeah, right now I have moved back on campus because I'm taking some summer classes. I feel like I'm in Juvie or something. It's basically a 10' x 6.5' box. SInce there's not really anything to do on campus and since I'm stuck here, I just sit in my box watching tv and catching up on old shows...I wanna do something fun. More later.

Coming Down is Never Fun

I just came back from a school play. I get a nice high after a play, you know, that feeling you get after seeing your favourite actor or actress in a movie, or something else to that matter. I especially am inspired and enthralled by those of a peculiar and slightly off base comedies. They give me a sense of belonging and inspiration, something for which I can live. I usually have a listless feeling as to why I am here and what will become of me, since of course I haven't made anything of myself so far.

But now, one hour after the end of the play that feeling is almost completely gone. And, yet again I'm back to normal.

Woooohoooooo!

I only need 10 more classes to graduate! Yeah!! Two more semesters baby!

Wishing For Reality

I have always wished for a simple life. A small house in the country, a nice quaint town, beautiful sunny hillsides and a gorgeous intelligent funny lady, all of which I would abandon most modern technologies in a heartbeat. I guess you could call it my fantasy life. Basically, it is a land where the Super Savers Super Fantastic Sunday Bargain Extravaganza Bonanza does not exist. This part reminds me of the one Sixpence song. I'm not sad, it is more like, disappointed. This of course is amplified by the stereotypes in which we have grown up with. I wanted the chance to have grown up in the perfect neighborhood with kids my own age and maybe the girl next door. The idea is sort of like Pleasantville but a little less creepy.


Nothing can be perfect. Unless, people say that in order to screw your life over just as they have wasted their lives. But that is quite harsh for even me to say, well, maybe. I cannot change the past. I was the one who made the decisions in my life, at least the ones I could. I have held myself back. I admit that. It is a fear that has led to stupidity. [Kind of weird, eh Lien?]



All I need is a lot of motivation.

Spring Break Bust

I've decided to start this most with the most negative discussion. I am by no means depressive whatsoever. I never have been and never will be. But that doesn't mean I can't say that I don't know what it feels like to be a depressed person. Every once in a while out of the blue I think about death, well more precisely the fact that I will die one day. When this happens, I sort of lose all sense of reality. I feel like gravity has lost control over me and I am slowly drifting down. A sense of grim fills me as hope and will leave me. I get this feeling for usually about 10 or so seconds. It might be short but it feels like an eternity. I'm just happy I can get out of it. I guess I'm one of the many people who still doesn't believe in their own mortality.

Anyway, it's officially my spring break! Well, it started this past Friday but whatever. Either way it's going to be over really fast. What's worse is that each of my professors have a project due during the week after spring break. They expect us to work our butts off while they relax. That's quite asinine. Plus, they aren't easy. It's like a project a day sort of thing, with some being over a couple of days.

First is a photo project, quite bug and quite impossible. I have to have 5 images printed by Monday.

Second is a 3d animation project where I have to model a human head, and he didn't teach us how to do it, only gave us a crappy tutorial.


Third is a sound project which basically described as a "narrative journey" which means I have to record a 3 minute passage of text and set sound to it, like sound effects and music. I have yet to find my text. I want to use an old and forgotten fairy tale. I cant start on it till I find that text.

Fourth is that I have to finish writing a script for script writing class. I have yet to find an end to my piece. Does anyone know a small town tradition that might involve involve a baby or balloons? Or, anything that I can adapt to use with a baby and balloons?

Fifth is film class, I have to work on and shoot a good chunk of my film. It has to do with doors, portals, etc.


ALl of this and I have girl problems. Ok, not that. I mean I'm having problems with girls. Yeah... I might just do a second post about that matter.

Lost Puppy

I found out when I got home this past Friday that those lost puppies were caught except for one puppy that was left. Supposedly they, "Animal Management", have been trying to catch the puppy for two weeks or so. My Mom and I caught the puppy in 30 min.

We caught him on our deck, we lured him with a trail of treats and gated him in. I hope he goes to a loving home once he recuperates. If he doesn't I will be so very pissed.