I'm Not Dead (I Don't Wanna Go on the Cart)
Spring Break is just around the corner (don't you love trying to find "springiness" in the first week of March, when clearly it is sooo warm?) and I keep hearing the undergrads on campus talking about going to Panama City and what not. Stephen and I talked about going to Key West, but then Steven and Melina mentioned Cancun. I got pretty excited about the idea of Mexico, but I think now we have decided to go to Melina's parents' beach house in Daytona. It's not Mexico, but it IS free, and nothing beats free when you're a poor grad student. I'm just happy to be able to go anywhere, really. Stephen and I might start early and still go to Key West. Last spring break, we went to Memphis, and it was awesome, but good GRIEF it was freezing cold. To celebrate going somewhere warmer, I bought the old lady (Esther Williams) swimsuit I had been drooling over since last year. It looks like this, but is solid black:
I've accepted that no matter how much I work out or how fit I might be, there are some people who shouldn't wear two-piece swimsuits, and I'm one of them.
Oh, yeah, and school is way less intolerable than last semester. In fact, it's pretty good. I think I figured out why I'd had fun making every film I'd ever made, except for the one I'm working on now: MY ACTOR. What a freaking jerk. He's a nice guy, but I should have cast someone who was actually interested in being involved in the project and giving a good performance. At least he knew the lines, but his constant need to know when we would finish and how soon he could leave, and the huffs and puffs when he got answers he didn't like, made me extremely uncomfortable. I felt like I had to hurry. When I did most of my work with Julian, Jamie, or Ryan, it was always a blast and the work was always good. Next time, I'll know better.
I've accepted that no matter how much I work out or how fit I might be, there are some people who shouldn't wear two-piece swimsuits, and I'm one of them.
Oh, yeah, and school is way less intolerable than last semester. In fact, it's pretty good. I think I figured out why I'd had fun making every film I'd ever made, except for the one I'm working on now: MY ACTOR. What a freaking jerk. He's a nice guy, but I should have cast someone who was actually interested in being involved in the project and giving a good performance. At least he knew the lines, but his constant need to know when we would finish and how soon he could leave, and the huffs and puffs when he got answers he didn't like, made me extremely uncomfortable. I felt like I had to hurry. When I did most of my work with Julian, Jamie, or Ryan, it was always a blast and the work was always good. Next time, I'll know better.