ho-hum
you know, most of what you all saw of Zion, if not all, on Matrix Reloaded was shot around the corner from my house. in fact, i'm a bit disappointed i never heard about the open casting call they had for people to appear as freaky Zion, Burning Man orgy dancers. ah, cest la vie.
so, i had actually started to write a journal entry the other night but i had suddenly become violently ill. i don't know what it was exactly but i felt like i was going to puke so i sat up and grabbed a puke pot and went into the family room to watch some tv and hoped sitting up would make me feel better. it didn't, i huddled over the pot and heaved some of my dinner while i listened to Jerry, Elaine and George be whining little shits on Seinfeld. i like Seinfeld, i mean, well i did anyway. but in those few moments of listening to their voices scrape my tolerance threshold down like a cheesegrater on my nutsack, i hated the show. just the fragmented banter between Elaine and Jerry, and then the same inane banter between Jerry and George, and so on and so forth adneauseum.
Family Guy essentially summed it up as follows:
(Brian is watching television and accidentally flips it to Seinfeld.)
Jerry: not a stickler for a tickler?
George: NOT a stickler for a tickler.
Jerry: tickler stickler
George and Jerry: tickler stickler tickler stickler (unintelligable mishmash)
(Brian panics)
Brian: WHERE THE HELL IS THE REMOTE?!
there wasn't any 7-Up in the house so i popped some Dramamine and curled up before i mercifully passed out.
i also just finished getting over being sick. FUN let me tell you. if some germ infected rugrat comes within 50 feet of me, i'm diving into a HazMat suit and fleeing to my bubble.
so, my deadline is coming up to get my reel completely finished and start fishing for new work. if i don't get something soon, i'm being forced to get a part-time job. there's nothing wrong with that idea in and of itself, but let's face it; i've worked TOO long and TOO hard to just slip into some position that i haven't spent my days and nights training for. also, i'm close to being finished, close enough that i can taste it. point being that it's a waste of everyone's time for me to work, maybe three week and then leave that position for greener pastures. haven't done shit to finish my reel the past few days but i'm gonna buckle down this weekend and get it finished.
today i went and got my final business cards printed out on a glossy card stock, full colour Fiery prints. i also printed out a bunch of copies of my resume with my super keen little log on the top. i have to get all this shit together for my Career Development Director so i can see her on Monday and she can help me get a freakin' job. Brian called me and told me that he had an exit interview with her and she told him that Weta is still circulating around school, looking for graduates to come down there and work. i'm not sure if it's on a temporary basis or what but i'm just... tired of things. i want to do something fantastic. i want to get out of this place. i mean, maybe films are the way to go with the way that my game industry contacts seem to be dicking me around lately.
i wish i could break out of this cycle of beating myself. i'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. i am crossing my fingers and praying for something great to happen to me.
so, i had actually started to write a journal entry the other night but i had suddenly become violently ill. i don't know what it was exactly but i felt like i was going to puke so i sat up and grabbed a puke pot and went into the family room to watch some tv and hoped sitting up would make me feel better. it didn't, i huddled over the pot and heaved some of my dinner while i listened to Jerry, Elaine and George be whining little shits on Seinfeld. i like Seinfeld, i mean, well i did anyway. but in those few moments of listening to their voices scrape my tolerance threshold down like a cheesegrater on my nutsack, i hated the show. just the fragmented banter between Elaine and Jerry, and then the same inane banter between Jerry and George, and so on and so forth adneauseum.
Family Guy essentially summed it up as follows:
(Brian is watching television and accidentally flips it to Seinfeld.)
Jerry: not a stickler for a tickler?
George: NOT a stickler for a tickler.
Jerry: tickler stickler
George and Jerry: tickler stickler tickler stickler (unintelligable mishmash)
(Brian panics)
Brian: WHERE THE HELL IS THE REMOTE?!
there wasn't any 7-Up in the house so i popped some Dramamine and curled up before i mercifully passed out.
i also just finished getting over being sick. FUN let me tell you. if some germ infected rugrat comes within 50 feet of me, i'm diving into a HazMat suit and fleeing to my bubble.
so, my deadline is coming up to get my reel completely finished and start fishing for new work. if i don't get something soon, i'm being forced to get a part-time job. there's nothing wrong with that idea in and of itself, but let's face it; i've worked TOO long and TOO hard to just slip into some position that i haven't spent my days and nights training for. also, i'm close to being finished, close enough that i can taste it. point being that it's a waste of everyone's time for me to work, maybe three week and then leave that position for greener pastures. haven't done shit to finish my reel the past few days but i'm gonna buckle down this weekend and get it finished.
today i went and got my final business cards printed out on a glossy card stock, full colour Fiery prints. i also printed out a bunch of copies of my resume with my super keen little log on the top. i have to get all this shit together for my Career Development Director so i can see her on Monday and she can help me get a freakin' job. Brian called me and told me that he had an exit interview with her and she told him that Weta is still circulating around school, looking for graduates to come down there and work. i'm not sure if it's on a temporary basis or what but i'm just... tired of things. i want to do something fantastic. i want to get out of this place. i mean, maybe films are the way to go with the way that my game industry contacts seem to be dicking me around lately.
i wish i could break out of this cycle of beating myself. i'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. i am crossing my fingers and praying for something great to happen to me.