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Chris and I found a bag left on our porch today consisting of 5 bottles of diet pills and three books - one being a book on Thoreau, another covering the History of the United States from 1945 on, the third I don't remember. The third book could have very possibly covered the teachings of Thoreau used in the history of the United States from 1945 on.
Shooting this weekend went pretty well. My crew shot 15 people talking about relationships and sex. Yesterday we even talked two Mormon missionaries into discussing their views on sex and women, they were both in relationships and surprisingly everything they were saying sounded pretty scripted. It's as though they were cautious to not use certain words, or express what they wanted to say in this structured format, to preserve their holiness, or what have you. The only problem is, although I am technically the director on this shoot, I feel I've handed over my artist control to the other two members of the group. I mean I do still have a strong input of course, but I'm always so involved in making other people bring their voice to a project, that I somehow allow them to take it over. I'm feeling sort of like a joke in general, and I wish I took myself more seriously or presented myself more seriously to people at times. I think I concentrate on making people laugh or smile too much that I come across as a joke, a joke that people don't have to take seriously and can walk all over. Blah, blah blah, blah blah blah, blah, blah blah blah. The point is, I'm currently feeling like this but come tomorrow I hope to be feeling differently.
But the rest of this weekend was also pretty good to very awesome. I got to sleep next to a beautiful boy and I saw almost all of my favorite people from Bloomington. Oh, and we're keeping a steady flow of romantic comedies at our house. Moonstruck, really great. When Harry Met Sally, not so great.
Shooting this weekend went pretty well. My crew shot 15 people talking about relationships and sex. Yesterday we even talked two Mormon missionaries into discussing their views on sex and women, they were both in relationships and surprisingly everything they were saying sounded pretty scripted. It's as though they were cautious to not use certain words, or express what they wanted to say in this structured format, to preserve their holiness, or what have you. The only problem is, although I am technically the director on this shoot, I feel I've handed over my artist control to the other two members of the group. I mean I do still have a strong input of course, but I'm always so involved in making other people bring their voice to a project, that I somehow allow them to take it over. I'm feeling sort of like a joke in general, and I wish I took myself more seriously or presented myself more seriously to people at times. I think I concentrate on making people laugh or smile too much that I come across as a joke, a joke that people don't have to take seriously and can walk all over. Blah, blah blah, blah blah blah, blah, blah blah blah. The point is, I'm currently feeling like this but come tomorrow I hope to be feeling differently.
But the rest of this weekend was also pretty good to very awesome. I got to sleep next to a beautiful boy and I saw almost all of my favorite people from Bloomington. Oh, and we're keeping a steady flow of romantic comedies at our house. Moonstruck, really great. When Harry Met Sally, not so great.