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"I'm pretty much giving up on all of my dreams. My life is now focused on being a father." Sitting in the dark I stare up at the projected screen above me and at the crowd of students to my side. I want to stand up scream, stop the projection, pull out the tape and smash it to bits, but I remain seated, quietly contemplating my getaway. The film drags on for what seems like hours and then the darkness becomes light. The faces of the students look around and someone coughs, breaking the silence. "Alright," the professor says, "lets hear some comments!" I sit and listen to the stream of comments and critiques of the film. "I think it would be more effective if you introduced the main problem earlier." "I feel like some of the cuts were unnecessary." How I long to stand up and set the record straight: "They were in the original edit! My edit was sacrificed at the hands of my partner. This isn't my work!" I remain seated with my head in my hands, unable to respond to any of the comments because I feel a disassociation with the work. Like a random stranger on the street, or a piece of lint on the back of someone's jacket, I feel nothing towards it. The only emotions I feel are directed toward my parnter who sits smug in his seat, unaware of my discontent.
I would go further into my day/life/thoughts/troubles but I've got to finish devouring my cold pizza and run off to sign a lease on an apartment for next year. I'm in a writing mood today though so don't be surprised if a sequel turns out of this journal. Keep your eyes to the skies trusty readers. WGLOK - this is DJ Mikey T saying so long and goodnight.
I would go further into my day/life/thoughts/troubles but I've got to finish devouring my cold pizza and run off to sign a lease on an apartment for next year. I'm in a writing mood today though so don't be surprised if a sequel turns out of this journal. Keep your eyes to the skies trusty readers. WGLOK - this is DJ Mikey T saying so long and goodnight.