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Light at the End of the Fucking Tunnel.
Nov. 16th, 2005 01:05 amSO FUCKING CLOSE!
I finished my Sound Design final early. Whatddya know, my Firefly thing worked really well. If anyone wants to see/hear it, lemme know. Its bounced to a Quicktime movie, so I can send it easy.
I've given up on ever getting an A in my Into to Hell... I mean MPRA class. The prof loves his little favorites and as for the rest of us, it doesnt matter how hard we work. And believe me, I *do*. But whatfuckingever. I'm over it. It just isn't worth that much stress and misery. Tomorrow is my final presentation with my two-person, two minute scene I wrote as an excerp from my screenplay. It's a big, tedious fucking deal and I DONT CARE ANYMORE. I just dont have the energy. I practiced, and I've had twice as many rehearsals as any other group. There. Fine. Over it.
I'm done with everything else. This weekend is going to be AMAZING. I got tickets to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire midnight showing on Thursday/Friday night. HolyshitIcantwait. Matt, you need to cooooome! Never mind that I'm being horrible and aiding in the distraction of my friends from their work. I'm just cool like that. Whahaha.
And rehearsals for Metamorphoses were cancelled alll this week from tonight, so we're done til Jan3. w00t. This weekend I am going to sleep and it is going to be glorious.
Also, a few of us are having an early Thanksgiving thingy, so if you're interested, let me know, and we will need money for ingredients. Thats for Sunday night.
And I keep having these weird fixations on Mal's suspenders... Wtf is that all about?
I finished my Sound Design final early. Whatddya know, my Firefly thing worked really well. If anyone wants to see/hear it, lemme know. Its bounced to a Quicktime movie, so I can send it easy.
I've given up on ever getting an A in my Into to Hell... I mean MPRA class. The prof loves his little favorites and as for the rest of us, it doesnt matter how hard we work. And believe me, I *do*. But whatfuckingever. I'm over it. It just isn't worth that much stress and misery. Tomorrow is my final presentation with my two-person, two minute scene I wrote as an excerp from my screenplay. It's a big, tedious fucking deal and I DONT CARE ANYMORE. I just dont have the energy. I practiced, and I've had twice as many rehearsals as any other group. There. Fine. Over it.
I'm done with everything else. This weekend is going to be AMAZING. I got tickets to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire midnight showing on Thursday/Friday night. HolyshitIcantwait. Matt, you need to cooooome! Never mind that I'm being horrible and aiding in the distraction of my friends from their work. I'm just cool like that. Whahaha.
And rehearsals for Metamorphoses were cancelled alll this week from tonight, so we're done til Jan3. w00t. This weekend I am going to sleep and it is going to be glorious.
Also, a few of us are having an early Thanksgiving thingy, so if you're interested, let me know, and we will need money for ingredients. Thats for Sunday night.
And I keep having these weird fixations on Mal's suspenders... Wtf is that all about?
