Editing
I finished editing my film today. I took the whole day off of work and skipped all of my classes, but it was soooo totally worth it. It felt good to really make something I could hold in my hand and show to my mom and say "Look what I did today."
I feel like I'm finally growing a creative side. Like I'd always been good at faking it for the last nineteen years of my life, and now I'm finally budding some real ideas. I can't wait to shoot and edit my final project. It's going to take tons of work though and lots of people and a few resources. Hopefully I'll get lots of support and I can make it just like I imagine it. The story is very close to my heart, but I think it rings true for most people. Oh god I'd die happy if I made something that someone else really felt and could relate to.
Thought -----> I want to tell him that the song You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. reminds me him. His is still my favorite name to say, even sadly. I still hope someone somewhere has enough sense to rub some lotion on his nose and make him breakfast. I don't care if he's a different person now. I'd love him even if he turned into pure evil.
I wish I got paid to make music videos. I wish that was my livelihood and that I never had to do anything else, but did anything else anyway. I wish I got paid to make up stories.
----> My apartment finally smells like cinnamon and peace. It's good to feel home.
I feel like I'm finally growing a creative side. Like I'd always been good at faking it for the last nineteen years of my life, and now I'm finally budding some real ideas. I can't wait to shoot and edit my final project. It's going to take tons of work though and lots of people and a few resources. Hopefully I'll get lots of support and I can make it just like I imagine it. The story is very close to my heart, but I think it rings true for most people. Oh god I'd die happy if I made something that someone else really felt and could relate to.
Thought -----> I want to tell him that the song You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. reminds me him. His is still my favorite name to say, even sadly. I still hope someone somewhere has enough sense to rub some lotion on his nose and make him breakfast. I don't care if he's a different person now. I'd love him even if he turned into pure evil.
I wish I got paid to make music videos. I wish that was my livelihood and that I never had to do anything else, but did anything else anyway. I wish I got paid to make up stories.
----> My apartment finally smells like cinnamon and peace. It's good to feel home.