Saturday, August 30, 2003

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Striding through the icy wasteland, cutting down all who dare stand in the way using a meaty axe, cometh Kungfuwaynewho! And she gives a vengeful roar:

"For the love of beatings, I sow darkness and discord like a river of pure piranha!"

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Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Directing class this morning. I was under the mistaken impression that it was mise-en-scène (setting up the scene, production design, etc.), and instead it's about working with actors. Which makes it even easier. I have a class where I just tell actors what to do. I think I'll make them dress up in lizard costumes and do vaguely pornographic things. Why? Because I can. Bwa ha ha.

Got Clay!Tickets. All the little pieces are coming together.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Okay, so I watched the preview of "Return of the King" today on the "TTT" disc, and it actually made me all teary-eyed. When Sean Astin started talking about what these films mean; about good versus evil, and how people have to suffer to do the right thing sometimes, I got all sniffly. This film is going to be amazing. I absolutely cannot wait. My sci-fi screenwriting professor is going to try and get Leonard Maltin to show us "RotK" early, before the 17th, in class. That would kick my ass.

So I just found out that Casper is teaching a Star Wars class this semester, and I just dropped History of Medieval Civilization faster than you can burn a heretic at the stake. That gets rid of my only early morning class, so I'm very excited about that, for one, but also? Star Wars. I'm getting to take a class all about Star Wars. It's very cool, y'all. I promised myself after Hitchcock that I would never take another Casper class, but dude. Star Wars. I'm all aquiver.

I'm trying to get good tickets to the Clay Concert in Anaheim this weekend, but it's tough. Hopefully they'll release more as the day approacheth, because right now all that's available is way up in the nosebleeds, and I need to be closer to His Clayness. There's also this problem with the rental car, which is trying to tell me that their office is completely closed this Sunday and on Labor Day. Please. Labor Day isn't even a real holiday. I really don't know how else we'd get to Anaheim without renting a car, so I'm doing some thinking. Le sigh.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

So, I'm pretty much moved in. I have a few odds and ends to unpack, and posters to put up, but after three days, the end is right there in sight. I took some time to reflect upon this experience, and have come to the conclusion that I own way too much crap. It should not have taken three whole days to set up shop. I have boxes of toys that I don't have room to put anywhere, so the toys just stay in the box. I don't have enough wall space for all my posters and collages. It's like a puzzle, trying to figure out how to fit all my books and movies onto my bookcase. I don't consider myself a packrat, so I'm trying to figure out how all of this junk found its way into my apartment.

Oh my God. It's 11:45, and as I'm typing that last paragraph, I just realized I forgot to watch Big Brother. God damn it. I am such an idiot.

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Changed some stuff in the side column. I need to do that more often. Anyways, check it out.
So, I'm back at school. And I knew, intellectually, how much I missed the ethernet and my computer, but now that I actually have it, I only now realize, metaphysically, how much I've missed them both. Sniff. It's just so wonderful.

I'm freakishly exhausted. Moving in is a lot of work. I had so much crap in storage, and had to go buy stuff, and unpack, and put up, and unload, et cetera ad infinitum. I can't believe I already start classes on Monday. I wish I had a few days after I got everything set up and done to kind of decompress and all.

Saw "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" for the first time last weekend. It was certainly creepy, but it wasn't as scary as I've heard. I wasn't all freaked out the rest of the night or anything. Which leads me to believe that I really am just bothered by evil little girls (see: "The Exorcist" and "The Ring"). But apparently not evil little boys, because Damien doesn't scare me at all.

jack shiny
Duh. You are "But WHY's the rum gone?!"
You're not the smartest one in the bunch, but
you're sweetly appealing and you don't let
disappointment get to you. Everybody
identifies with you, because let's face it, why
IS the rum gone?


Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?
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