Fortune Cookie
"Now is the time to set your sights high and go for it."
That was on a fortune cookie I got a couple of weeks ago. Yes, I know that these things aren't exactly reliable. My favorite fortune cookie I've ever gotten simply said "There is a nice cake waiting for you." Never-the-less I was inclined to believe this cookie's message meant something. Maybe the Empress of China restaurant was trying to tell me what I couldn't tell myself: to get off my ass, stop with the talk and actually make a movie. The next week I was in New York City taking Dov Siemens's 2-Day Film School. The advertisement said that in two days Dov would teach what would take a regulaer film school 4 years. (Quentin Tarantino took it! Quentin Tarantino!!!) After two days of being broken down into what could only in the loosest terms be considered a man (really it wasn't that much of a stretch for me) I returned to Austin filled with all kinds of new filmmaking knowledge. A week after that, I was sitting in my academic advisor's office. I could see his mouth moving, but I wasn't really listening to what he was saying. As he was prattling on about some upper-division bullshit, I absently mindedly nodded my head. Inside, I was realizing I really didn't give a shit. Actually, I haven't given a shit in a long time. In fact, I hate school. I hate going to class. I hate discussing performances on assignments or tests with classmates. I hate discussing what classes I am taking or what classes I am considering taking. I feel like I am just wasting time.
(This entry can also be seen on myspace.com/girlshatenick)
That was on a fortune cookie I got a couple of weeks ago. Yes, I know that these things aren't exactly reliable. My favorite fortune cookie I've ever gotten simply said "There is a nice cake waiting for you." Never-the-less I was inclined to believe this cookie's message meant something. Maybe the Empress of China restaurant was trying to tell me what I couldn't tell myself: to get off my ass, stop with the talk and actually make a movie. The next week I was in New York City taking Dov Siemens's 2-Day Film School. The advertisement said that in two days Dov would teach what would take a regulaer film school 4 years. (Quentin Tarantino took it! Quentin Tarantino!!!) After two days of being broken down into what could only in the loosest terms be considered a man (really it wasn't that much of a stretch for me) I returned to Austin filled with all kinds of new filmmaking knowledge. A week after that, I was sitting in my academic advisor's office. I could see his mouth moving, but I wasn't really listening to what he was saying. As he was prattling on about some upper-division bullshit, I absently mindedly nodded my head. Inside, I was realizing I really didn't give a shit. Actually, I haven't given a shit in a long time. In fact, I hate school. I hate going to class. I hate discussing performances on assignments or tests with classmates. I hate discussing what classes I am taking or what classes I am considering taking. I feel like I am just wasting time.
(This entry can also be seen on myspace.com/girlshatenick)