This journal has finally come to a halt. I don't want to come out and call it dead just yet, but it's on it's last leg. Why? Because the time has come to focus on filmmaking 100 ( Read more... )

she's gone.

Hello world. How are you? That's nice, anyways, let's get back to me.

Here is the status of my summer:

1. My girlfriend and I will be going to a friend's wedding next Saturday.
2. She leaves for L.A. the very next day. For good.
3. Cape Chaser, my summer short film, is only waiting on a score, to be composed by cleetus soon. As soon as it is ( Read more... )

So by now, the dvd's have been recieved, viewed, and hopefully enjoyed. Again, this is only the first year compilation, the beginning of our work, we've got lots more in store to learn and exhibit. I'm happy to send them out, they look so pretty. Staring at what's left of them in the box, I feel like a Best Buy employee who just recieved a new ( Read more... )

I awoke today to realize that my dreams really did come true these past forty eight hours.
Cape Chaser has completed principal photography, and this week we begin the long arduous process of cutting it together ( Read more... )

I wish I knew beforehand that pulling your hair back all day results in a badass fucking headache.

In other news, I start shooting my independent short film a week from tomorrow, and the dvd should be done by next week. Cue major anxiety.

FUCK MORRISEY.

So I'm 22 now. Life feels like it, I'm in a totally different place. Scared of commitment instead of craving it. Executing creative ventures instead of pondering them. Accepting who I am more and more by the day. Oh yeah, and I love somebody who's moving in a couple months. It's better that way though, no time for any kind of romantic ( Read more... )

So the DVD has failed to burn for a week straight, after me spending countless 12 hour days and letting it go overnight. I've had to start all over again, and the clock is running out because I'm busy all week with summer classes beginning and a die-hard work schedule, but I hope I can finish a couple copies before my family arrives next weekend ( Read more... )

So I took a month and a half sabbatical from LJ. I'm not sure why. Something about kicking the addiction of text-typed support to my incessant whining and ruminationson post-breakup misery. Tossing the measuring of people's interest in my life and problems by the amount of replies I get. Experiencing life instead of taking the time to document ( Read more... )