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(ohohohandalusia ohmyjudd annemariedeguzman ohthisislovepagibigto ihavetostopwiththeseacronymchevers keri?)
This entry is like Un Chien Andalou. There is nothing absurd about it but the title. Get ready, this is me being comprehendable (?) and sentimental.
I just finished printing my written thesis. Oh oh oh :D
Ang saraaaap. I love wasting paper. I love wasting ink. But more than anything, I think I really do love my thesis :") Yes, even the written thesis that I have slaved over for the past 6 days. Thesis has been so many things to me and I have given it so much of myself, and I really literally feel like I gave birth. OMJ I think I'm right now. Post-thesis-coital glow. Oh oh oh :") God I'm so gross sometimes.
I have invaded the den since Sunday and it's full of my crap -- xeroxed readings, books, notes (all over the wall), nail polish, hair ties, and paper paper paper. ANDALUSIA HAS EXPLODED ALL OVER THID ROOM AND I DON'T WANT TO CLEAN IT UP :(
The screening in Mogwai tonight may be symbolic of many things. It's her first step in the real world and I'm scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, not to mention ready to get intoxicated with Lara and cheap wine hahahah.
Everytime I see this picture, I get sad. There is just so much in it, that it's not even funny or me just being gross.
I can still remember this moment vividly. We had just finished shooting the chocolate apple and the bugs having sex. We were going to shoot the sea urchin next, but Pao had to take a call. So this is me taking a break and trying to fix one of the buttons in the Bolex that was stuck since that morning (it really happens I swear, Sir Nap said so too, so Kodak don't come eating me) and everyone else was kind of just chilling and having fun and being stupid with chocolate syrup. I suppose that, in a nutshell, was how my shoots were like. AAACK I'm going to start crying.
Okay. Deep breaths. Time to let her go. There will be others, many others, and I can already feel them coming. But for now, oh oh oh, for now let me love her. Let me love my first : )
This entry is like Un Chien Andalou. There is nothing absurd about it but the title. Get ready, this is me being comprehendable (?) and sentimental.
I just finished printing my written thesis. Oh oh oh :D
Ang saraaaap. I love wasting paper. I love wasting ink. But more than anything, I think I really do love my thesis :") Yes, even the written thesis that I have slaved over for the past 6 days. Thesis has been so many things to me and I have given it so much of myself, and I really literally feel like I gave birth. OMJ I think I'm right now. Post-thesis-coital glow. Oh oh oh :") God I'm so gross sometimes.
I have invaded the den since Sunday and it's full of my crap -- xeroxed readings, books, notes (all over the wall), nail polish, hair ties, and paper paper paper. ANDALUSIA HAS EXPLODED ALL OVER THID ROOM AND I DON'T WANT TO CLEAN IT UP :(
The screening in Mogwai tonight may be symbolic of many things. It's her first step in the real world and I'm scared and nervous and excited all at the same time, not to mention ready to get intoxicated with Lara and cheap wine hahahah.
Everytime I see this picture, I get sad. There is just so much in it, that it's not even funny or me just being gross.
I can still remember this moment vividly. We had just finished shooting the chocolate apple and the bugs having sex. We were going to shoot the sea urchin next, but Pao had to take a call. So this is me taking a break and trying to fix one of the buttons in the Bolex that was stuck since that morning (it really happens I swear, Sir Nap said so too, so Kodak don't come eating me) and everyone else was kind of just chilling and having fun and being stupid with chocolate syrup. I suppose that, in a nutshell, was how my shoots were like. AAACK I'm going to start crying.
Okay. Deep breaths. Time to let her go. There will be others, many others, and I can already feel them coming. But for now, oh oh oh, for now let me love her. Let me love my first : )