Damn School
So I come to the school early to try and get some stuff done. You know, be a studious student and what not. So come to the school an hour and some minutes early, so I can copy a movie trailer from my fight club VHS to a MiniDV tape. Should be easy right? WRONG! Copyright protection strikes again. Even on a fuckin VHS. Bastards. So now I have to figure out some way to get a trailer either off the net, or maybe someone else has something I can use. I hope they do, cause the last thing I feel like doing right now is walking all the way back to my apartment just to get another VHS.
Barnicles.
Oh well, deep breath. I dont care, Im staying on top of my stuff for once in my life, and getting good grades. Maybe its because I have a good influence around now. All I know is that it feels good to have my finals time stress levels down about 20 notches from what they usuallly are. It seems that this is about the time each quarter where you contemplate school induced suicide. Death by homework/tests. But HOLY SHIT, Im actually still caught up, and thats after I even picked up an extra video piece that I am shooting with my friends for my portfolio. I am quite tired of this quarter but I will survive. To quote Diana Ross, or whoever that was.
I wish I was James Bond.
Barnicles.
Oh well, deep breath. I dont care, Im staying on top of my stuff for once in my life, and getting good grades. Maybe its because I have a good influence around now. All I know is that it feels good to have my finals time stress levels down about 20 notches from what they usuallly are. It seems that this is about the time each quarter where you contemplate school induced suicide. Death by homework/tests. But HOLY SHIT, Im actually still caught up, and thats after I even picked up an extra video piece that I am shooting with my friends for my portfolio. I am quite tired of this quarter but I will survive. To quote Diana Ross, or whoever that was.
I wish I was James Bond.