If I want I can live in a castle in the Netherlands next semester and travel all over Europe while pretending to take undergraduate courses. Spring break in Morocco? Puff-puff-passing in Amsterdam? I'm scared but the news was exciting for a Thursday. It has been a full day, but not those rewarding ones. Busy. I wish I were busy going to the tailor, picking up dry-cleaning, shopping for organic food, finding a tie that would work with my favorite shirt, searching for a magical realism book to read on the train--you know, the things that really matter. Instead I'm plagued with this nonsense of shooting b-roll and stand-up, editing video, recording audio...its funny hour ten hours of work results in a one-minute video package. Altogether it has been a draining week, between take-home media law midterms and paparazzi photography projects, and all I really want is the weekend and vodka on the rocks. (I think) I'm surviving.
It’s easy, you please me.