My weekend in Peterborough was...fun. It was a lot of fun actually, but there's a weird after-note lingering in my head ( Read more... )

So here's another short film I made this year ( Read more... )

I'm drinking a warm beer in bed, working on a fairly large essay, and hating the fact that I can hear all sorts of people having fun outside. There will probably be a repeat of this tomorrow night. If it wasn't for the fucking snow day that pushed my seminar presentation to be on the same date as this essay's due date, I might have been one of ( Read more... )

Write an essay, the experimental film professor says. The only guideline: it must be eight to ten pages. I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do. Fast forward to about a week and a half before this essay was due. I was lying in bed, a little drunk and high, watching La Region Centrale when it dawned on me: I should compare quantum mechanics ( Read more... )

I can't believe all the praise Cloverfield is getting. The characters sucked, the monster sucked, the way it was shot sucked, the plot sucked, the supposed comic relief sucked...I felt like I could relate more to the monster (whose big scary thing was it could breathe through its eyes?) than the stupid fucking lame-ass, one dimensional characters ( Read more... )

Too much information to follow, maybe ( Read more... )

( Why do people still fall for this shit? )

The Daft Punk show was easily the best concert I've ever gone to, and will ever attend. The talent flowing from the pyramid infected everyone, and it was the only show I've been to where everyone was just going crazy to the pulsating music and spectacular light show...I had Daft Punk stuck in my head for the longest time. I still get the shivers ( Read more... )

i shouldn't be on here; i should be diligently packing and preparing for my tenth move (it might actually be the 11th). i figure i'll just end up buying strong garbage bags and stuffing everything in them...that's what happened the last time. the only problem with this is it took me weeks to unpack.

i've picked up a nasty habit this year:

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Why, why, why am I feeling jealous? Why can't I get over him? I don't get it. Whenever there's a chance for a relationship to blossom I end up pushing the other boy away and keeping him at arm's length because I can't bring myself to lose myself in him. Maybe I haven't found the right guy to swoop me off my feet and break me out of this routine, or ( Read more... )