right from wrong, weak to strong - that's a lot to learn.
I'm currently work-proofing my computer because I have to bring her in tomorrow. I get to design & photoshop vintage cigarette boxes to use as props in this film. And a t-shirt or something. I CAN'T BELIEVE I GET TO DO SHIT LIKE THIS FOR A JOB. WHAT. Also! I finished that Judy Garland book, fucking phenomenal, I was so sad it was over. Today at work I started reading Adventures in the Screen Trade by William Goldman since my old film teacher recommended it to me awhile back. OH MY GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT IS SO REAL ABOUT THE INDUSTRY, breaks everything down into sections, gets inside, gives a ton of advice. Like this, I loved this:
He told me to "save all day", so I brought a notebook. (Never enter a creative meeting without a notebook.) And I opened it and took out a pen and got ready to face the firing squad. I said, though I didn't know it, the magic words. "Tell me everything you have in mind," I said, and I took the top off my pen and prepared to write. I didn't know it then, either, but the meeting was over. Because suddenly, he was unarmed and I had this weapon with dread stopping power: my notebook. I was going to take down everything. ALL his wisdom. Record it then and there. And, like most producers and executives, he had nothing specific to say... I was gone in half an hour. I have followed this procedure in every creative meeting since. If you begin, they can counterpunch. Try never to give them the chance.
IT IS THE MOST INSPIRING SHIT OF MY LIFE, SERIOUSLY. I feel ready to get into this after reading it. Lindsey said that since I'm so strong-willed, she might have me try talking to somebody instead of her. She said if I wasn't cool with that, she'd have the other girl do it, but now I WANT to do it. Because if I can somehow help? It'd mean a lot, you know? I'm not counting on it, but GOD I want it. I just feel at a huge disadvantage because I will probably have NO idea what we're talking about or what we need or how to barter with these types of people yet. Fuck, I wish I did. I'm so excited to learn, though. Also scared shitless, but whatever. I try not to think about that so much, lol. MOAR GOLDMAN, MOAR!
Most of us are entering uncharted ground, and we have hope, but we also know the odds against us. Failure keeps us company. And that's almost the only company we have. Because no one's going to do it for you. We have tunes in our heads, but what if they stink? We have color and composition dancing behind our eyes, but what if no one cares?
I know I've been heavy on RL stuff lately and I apologize if it's hard to follow and/or boring. IT JUST NEVER SEEMS TO STOP RIGHT NOW. I can't even remember the last time I've been this fucking busy. I haven't had a true "Liss day" in days :( Also I went back on birth control after I so nearly had sex on Friday because I know we're going to end up finishing what we started and I don't fancy having infant responsibilities, thanks (and before you suggest I just use condoms, KNOW THAT I DO NOT TRUST CONDOMS ALONE, AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU - do you have any idea how many condom!babies are passing you on the street every day? Too many! /PSA), so I'm tired and messed up from that on top of it all. I think I'm happy with the busy, though. At least for now. I expect the lack of personal time to eventually take a toll and spark a huge crash. Fuck. IDK.
TWO FANDOM NOTES THOUGH BEFORE I GO:
01.) oh my god, how cute was Mia on SYTYCD tonight. I am SO in love with her, you guys. THAT'S ALL. Also I think they made some mistakes with their top 10/11, but whatever. Kent is my fave. And the girl who did her solo to "At Last", idr her name but she is FUCKING ADORABLE.
02.) the Glee finale. I loved it. I cried so much, when they were talking to Will about where they were before and where they are now, and about how they won just because they had him, I had a fucking breakdown because it reminded me so much of my dance team and Deanna and the way she came in and was just such a beautiful coach who restored our passion for and love of dance. There was so much love, everywhere, all of the time. (And "To Sir With Love", god.) When they were announced third, my mom reminded me that I don't even know what that feels like. I don't. Because we won. We got the trophy, yeah, but they got something that we didn't - another year. I cried when he told them, and now I'm thinking about how I would have traded that first place just to have one more year with all of them. I will never get over this, I swear to god. It's been four years and I still have photos all over my wall. One of the biggest (and most beautiful) wounds of my life. I wonder if it will ever heal, I wonder if I even want it to.
I DID NOT INTEND FOR THIS ENTRY TO GET SO EMO. :/ :/ :/
He told me to "save all day", so I brought a notebook. (Never enter a creative meeting without a notebook.) And I opened it and took out a pen and got ready to face the firing squad. I said, though I didn't know it, the magic words. "Tell me everything you have in mind," I said, and I took the top off my pen and prepared to write. I didn't know it then, either, but the meeting was over. Because suddenly, he was unarmed and I had this weapon with dread stopping power: my notebook. I was going to take down everything. ALL his wisdom. Record it then and there. And, like most producers and executives, he had nothing specific to say... I was gone in half an hour. I have followed this procedure in every creative meeting since. If you begin, they can counterpunch. Try never to give them the chance.
IT IS THE MOST INSPIRING SHIT OF MY LIFE, SERIOUSLY. I feel ready to get into this after reading it. Lindsey said that since I'm so strong-willed, she might have me try talking to somebody instead of her. She said if I wasn't cool with that, she'd have the other girl do it, but now I WANT to do it. Because if I can somehow help? It'd mean a lot, you know? I'm not counting on it, but GOD I want it. I just feel at a huge disadvantage because I will probably have NO idea what we're talking about or what we need or how to barter with these types of people yet. Fuck, I wish I did. I'm so excited to learn, though. Also scared shitless, but whatever. I try not to think about that so much, lol. MOAR GOLDMAN, MOAR!
Most of us are entering uncharted ground, and we have hope, but we also know the odds against us. Failure keeps us company. And that's almost the only company we have. Because no one's going to do it for you. We have tunes in our heads, but what if they stink? We have color and composition dancing behind our eyes, but what if no one cares?
I know I've been heavy on RL stuff lately and I apologize if it's hard to follow and/or boring. IT JUST NEVER SEEMS TO STOP RIGHT NOW. I can't even remember the last time I've been this fucking busy. I haven't had a true "Liss day" in days :( Also I went back on birth control after I so nearly had sex on Friday because I know we're going to end up finishing what we started and I don't fancy having infant responsibilities, thanks (and before you suggest I just use condoms, KNOW THAT I DO NOT TRUST CONDOMS ALONE, AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU - do you have any idea how many condom!babies are passing you on the street every day? Too many! /PSA), so I'm tired and messed up from that on top of it all. I think I'm happy with the busy, though. At least for now. I expect the lack of personal time to eventually take a toll and spark a huge crash. Fuck. IDK.
TWO FANDOM NOTES THOUGH BEFORE I GO:
01.) oh my god, how cute was Mia on SYTYCD tonight. I am SO in love with her, you guys. THAT'S ALL. Also I think they made some mistakes with their top 10/11, but whatever. Kent is my fave. And the girl who did her solo to "At Last", idr her name but she is FUCKING ADORABLE.
02.) the Glee finale. I loved it. I cried so much, when they were talking to Will about where they were before and where they are now, and about how they won just because they had him, I had a fucking breakdown because it reminded me so much of my dance team and Deanna and the way she came in and was just such a beautiful coach who restored our passion for and love of dance. There was so much love, everywhere, all of the time. (And "To Sir With Love", god.) When they were announced third, my mom reminded me that I don't even know what that feels like. I don't. Because we won. We got the trophy, yeah, but they got something that we didn't - another year. I cried when he told them, and now I'm thinking about how I would have traded that first place just to have one more year with all of them. I will never get over this, I swear to god. It's been four years and I still have photos all over my wall. One of the biggest (and most beautiful) wounds of my life. I wonder if it will ever heal, I wonder if I even want it to.
I DID NOT INTEND FOR THIS ENTRY TO GET SO EMO. :/ :/ :/