Medical disaster in my fucking mouth.
Jamie got me a cell phone cover and it's fucking rad. It's black, with specks of glitter. RAW!
So I got Bowling for Columbine on DVD. It has a special features disk along with it. Michael Moore is the shiznit biznitch. I can't wait to get my camera and start filming. My dad is in town, and we just got done watching my Media 1 video. He loved it. But it really made me realize how much I miss the camera work, and the editing, and the standards Avery set for me. He was such a great teacher.
I think that's what I'll do tomorrow. I'll work on some scripts and figure out what kind of editing equipment I actually have on this computer. I hope it's something decent.
My dream is to truely grasp a message I want to give to people, and turn it into a piece of art through film. I want to reach inside and make people cry, and laugh, and get pissed off. I want to inspire others, at least enough to talk about it.
" Great art is something that inspires people to think, whether they like it or not." - Jello Biafra
I think I'm going to vomit.