The End-of-Semester wrap-up
Here I am, past 4AM on a Sunday night (or Monday morning), procrastinating sleep. But I haven't written anything in a while, and there's quite a bit that I have to say. Here it goes.
This has been semester number three of college. I worked a lot and I'm dead broke. I never had time to work out and gained weight. My friends have all grown in complexity and therefore no longer hang out the way it used to be. People have been depressed, upset, bored, frustrated, and most often tired. I'm ready for winter break.
Cait and I have been together over 10 months. We've been talking lately about scary things, like careers, and where to live after college, and kids, and growing old, and death, and the things we leave behind. I have a tendency to avoid writing about relationships, or love, or girls, all that stuff. It's like when I write about those things, I can't manage to sound sincere or pinpoint exactly what I think, so it comes out looking like an eighth grade valentine card. Cait made a point that if I died, there would be no written evidence about what I think of her, and that scared the shit out of me. I am working on this.
My film was possibly a failure this semester, but I'm not sure yet. The last I checked some footage had a hair floating around the screen, and other footage and important dialogue was missing from the transfer the lab sent us back. I haven't had any time to even check on how the guys in my group are doing with editing, but as of now I feel kind of gross. Strangely enough, my professor loved the video I made for Films of the 60s, and I had another video win a five-day movie festival. Maybe I'm in the wrong major.
Over the break I plan on working about 50 hours a week, visit Cait as often as possible, spend time with Laura and Brendan and TJ, spend time with the family, and maybe get some sanity back. I want to watch lots of movies and get some rest. I want to have money again and not be praying that I'll possibly have enough money to insure my car for a month. I wish Keith wasn't going to India.
This has been a lot less cathartic than I thought it would be. Maybe I just needed to spend time writing something that wasn't a goddamn paper about sculptures. Here's to the end of a dumb semester.
For shits, My film final is giving extra credit to anyone that submits a list of ten movies they saw in 2006. I presume he means in theaters, but I started writing down movies that I saw for the first time this year that were worthy of noting, and that I could possibly remember. The list excludes anything I happened to see in a classroom for the first time, otherwise I'd certainly include The Graduate and The Battleship Potemkin and Bicycle Thieves, etc.
The List:
Band of Outsiders
Barton Fink
The Blues Brothers
Bringing Up Baby
Chinatown
Dazed and Confused
Dead Man
Ed Wood
Eraserhead
The French Connection
A Hard Day’s Night
The Jerk
Kind Hearts and Coronets
The Last Waltz
Lost Highway
M
Miller’s Crossing
The Muppet Movie
Notorious
The Phantom of Liberty
Rififi
Rope
The Seventh Seal
Spellbound
Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Straw Dogs
The Sword of Doom
The Third Man
Time Bandits
The Wicker Man
Wild Strawberries
Yojimbo
Goodnight.
This has been semester number three of college. I worked a lot and I'm dead broke. I never had time to work out and gained weight. My friends have all grown in complexity and therefore no longer hang out the way it used to be. People have been depressed, upset, bored, frustrated, and most often tired. I'm ready for winter break.
Cait and I have been together over 10 months. We've been talking lately about scary things, like careers, and where to live after college, and kids, and growing old, and death, and the things we leave behind. I have a tendency to avoid writing about relationships, or love, or girls, all that stuff. It's like when I write about those things, I can't manage to sound sincere or pinpoint exactly what I think, so it comes out looking like an eighth grade valentine card. Cait made a point that if I died, there would be no written evidence about what I think of her, and that scared the shit out of me. I am working on this.
My film was possibly a failure this semester, but I'm not sure yet. The last I checked some footage had a hair floating around the screen, and other footage and important dialogue was missing from the transfer the lab sent us back. I haven't had any time to even check on how the guys in my group are doing with editing, but as of now I feel kind of gross. Strangely enough, my professor loved the video I made for Films of the 60s, and I had another video win a five-day movie festival. Maybe I'm in the wrong major.
Over the break I plan on working about 50 hours a week, visit Cait as often as possible, spend time with Laura and Brendan and TJ, spend time with the family, and maybe get some sanity back. I want to watch lots of movies and get some rest. I want to have money again and not be praying that I'll possibly have enough money to insure my car for a month. I wish Keith wasn't going to India.
This has been a lot less cathartic than I thought it would be. Maybe I just needed to spend time writing something that wasn't a goddamn paper about sculptures. Here's to the end of a dumb semester.
For shits, My film final is giving extra credit to anyone that submits a list of ten movies they saw in 2006. I presume he means in theaters, but I started writing down movies that I saw for the first time this year that were worthy of noting, and that I could possibly remember. The list excludes anything I happened to see in a classroom for the first time, otherwise I'd certainly include The Graduate and The Battleship Potemkin and Bicycle Thieves, etc.
The List:
Band of Outsiders
Barton Fink
The Blues Brothers
Bringing Up Baby
Chinatown
Dazed and Confused
Dead Man
Ed Wood
Eraserhead
The French Connection
A Hard Day’s Night
The Jerk
Kind Hearts and Coronets
The Last Waltz
Lost Highway
M
Miller’s Crossing
The Muppet Movie
Notorious
The Phantom of Liberty
Rififi
Rope
The Seventh Seal
Spellbound
Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Straw Dogs
The Sword of Doom
The Third Man
Time Bandits
The Wicker Man
Wild Strawberries
Yojimbo
Goodnight.