I have mono.

Oh well. Summers are for sleeping (and earthquakes set off car alarms)

Liz: "This girl from my high school died of mono"

Fuck you Liz. Fuck you strongly.

I posted one of the films I made this year on YouTube. It seemed the most internet-friendly - as in requiring the least patience. If you'd like to see it, go here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjfZT9pAiqs

I only request that thou playst it loudly.

What if I took on a music minor?

Sing, Muses, of the tragedy of Hal Marra, the young budding poet who we lose in the coming days to the furthest reaches and most barbaric provinces of the European continent. Hear these words, Hal. Fuck a fat Czech bitch for me.

Easter was awesome. In my house we decided to make a feast halfway through the day so around 7 we sat down and had a 7 lb glazed ham, garlic mashed potatoes, barbecued chicken, rolls, corn, riceroni, edamame, white wine and challah bread - for irony I guess. Everything was made from scratch. I feel like the list is longer but unimportant. In short ( Read more... )

Are people still reading or am I just getting less interesting? Comment ratios are droopier than... eww gross, don't say that Jon ( Read more... )

Things are in turmoil. I've been sick six times this year, and counting. I slept for sixteen hours last night, went to class with a 102 fever and haven't been able to keep anything down. For some weird reason my skin is peeling too. I'm supposed to shoot my movie this weekend, as in, this is my window. I (stupidly) acceded to my friend asking me to ( Read more... )

This is so college, but I've got a midterm tomorrow at 8 am then class till 5 after which I have to plan out the movie I shoot the following day and make sure all the equipment is ready and waiting for me and go out to buy production design (the film's about an 80s cult star that dies of aids before becoming famous like Van Gogh, and it's all shot ( Read more... )

The new electric six album is... incredible.

I'm really excited about my movie. I shot it last weekend, the first time I cast a professional actor I didn't know before. Last summer helped me get past the strange but ultimately natural result of the director/actor relationship where I told a 65 year old man I didn't know what to do (or more of a challenge, that he couldn't do that he wanted to ( Read more... )

Bad night.