1. I moved. I am, once again, a resident of Aurora, which I am realizing is pretty freaking sweet as Aurora has more to offer, in terms of recreation and library services. I'm mostly settled in the place (I have yet to get my bedroom organized and so spend most of my time in the living room, kitchen, or bathroom), and really like it. I've killed all of the spiders I had squatting in the apartment (almost), and the place is newly renovated, so the fixtures and things are new. It's 10-ish minutes from the parents, so I'm close, but not too much. However, being out in the sticks as I am (I am about a mile east of Grandview H.S., or in BFE from Mullen), I am close to 470 (the toll portion, it's $2.50 to get to I-25), and it doesn't take any longer for me to get to work in the morning than from my parents'. I'm also close enough to babysit my brother's kids in a pinch.
2. I got hired on permanently! Yay! I have really freaking awesome benefits and in 6 months am eligible to take classes through the university, and get another job in the company.
3. I am in good health. I had my physical this week, and all is well.
-they go to bed way earlier than I do...so I'm confined to my bedroom or the basement until I go to bed, and I have to be really quiet when they're asleep (that means no late night showers in my own bathroom)
-there is no food for me to eat in this house. Aside from soda and chips, just about everything is low fat, sugar free, or low carb, so I either don't eat or I eat too much. Food here is so bland.
-they can be so judgmental, they don't think they are, but they totally are, and it pisses me off
-they get pissed when I go out at night...not that I'm out every night, but if I do anything later than 7, or stay out for consecutive nights, I can tell it bugs them
-I feel like I'm back in high school...when I spent most of my nights in my room, alone, watching TV or being online, if I wasn't at church (not that I'm dissing the church activities)
-I feel so uncreative here. My room is relatively unchanged from what it was when I was a kid, posters aren't an option.
-I feel like I can't get anything achieved here. I want to start running and swimming, which I'd be more likely to do if I was living on my own, but here all that energy is just sapped away. I want to write or work on my films, and I just can't get that drive.
-I'm SO STRESSED. Just being here is stressful, it has been since I started living on my own. I don't like to live with these two because no matter what I achieve in a day, I feel like it's not enough. Like I'm a let down or something. I also have to bear my mother's stress, since she lays it all on me because I'm the only one around who will listen. The only times I'm not stressed are when I'm alone, online, sleeping, or away from here. I don't even really feel at home here, just like I'm stuck here until I can get out, which feels like centuries from now.
-I can't go to church with them. It's just so much of an event that all enjoyment is sucked out of it. Case in point: Sunday, we load up (a production that was), and get out of the house FOUR MINUTES later than expected. I (the driver) was told to step on it so that we could get there the customary (For them) 30 minutes early so they could get their same pew! It's like that with everything...if it doesn't go as planned, it's pretty much ruined, or it's part of the day that they'll remember. Forget those precious family memories...no, it's that someone was late, or the food wasn't cooked, or someone left early.
-If I have to hear about "their values" and how f-ing important those values are to them one more time...the same with the phrase "transferrable skills." If I wanted to apply my skill set to another job, I would. I do not, however. Deal with it.
-I want to search for a job in my own manner. I do not know what I want; I don't really know any recent grads who do. Just because it may not be on the track for me to become a millionaire doesn't mean it won't make me happy. If I want to enjoy my time off, let me do so. I'm looking for a job I'll like, not one in which I'll be using my skills to enter data into a computer. If I end up in a cubicle, I will kill myself...cubicles are little prisons to me, and I am honestly afraid and anxious to be put into one in an office where all I do is enter and process data.
-No, I am not excited to be looking for a job. I see it as something I have to do in order to support myself and get benefits. Nothing on the face of the planet short of my own film company will change that. Even then, I would still rather be paid to do nothing but goof off all day and have fun than to go to work. I may get a lucky break, but until I do, nothing will excite me to find an entry level job. I hate searching for a job...I know I have to start from the bottom, but all of the jobs on the bottom are dull, mindless tasks that a monkey can do. I need to be challenged in my (employed) life, and nothing's come along to fulfill that need. I can't just go to work and do whatever task I'm assigned. My brain needs stimulation...plus I see a job as little more than something I have to do to fill my time and make it possible to do the things I like to do. It's also a means to get me out of this damn house and into my own place, where I can have my space, freedom, and privacy.
Sorry for the rant; I'm just sick of being here. If I could drive away, I so would.
- Location:HELL
- Mood:
morose
We have some breaking news this morning, followed by an update on other events in my life.
**BREAKING NEWS**
I have filed for graduation officially, having met with my history advisor and dropped off the required paperwork in the Arts and Sciences Advising Center. I also managed to fill out the diploma cards successfully. So it's official, I am graduating in May 2007. Yay!
In other news of my life, Thara and I are celebrating our one month anniversary on Monday. Hooray! This month has flown by so fast! I honestly cannot believe that it's been almost a month. I keep thinking that tomorrow I'll wake up and it will all have been a wonderful dream, that nothing will have changed at all and I'll be single and trapped back in my own head. A bleak thought, I know, but my relationship with Thara feels too good to be true. I'm so happy, happier than I've been in a long time, which is saying something because I haven't been really unhappy with my life.
Also, I am in the process of shooting my 4500 thesis film. It's become a labor of love, taking up most of my time, energy, and pretty much all of my money. I love what I'm shooting, and I cannot wait for it to start to come together in the editing room. I got the film processed this week, and next week I am having the film transferred to digital format, which will be exciting...and costly. My film is about a woman who makes her imaginary friend come alive, and it took me shooting the film to realize how autobiographical it was, and how much my relationship with Thara is mirrored by this film. Not that I was locked away in my own world and refused to interact with other humans, but I am an introverted person, and I don't really like meeting new people or going outside of my own comfort zone, and I preferred the confines of my own apartment, until I started dating Thara. So this film is really personal to me, and I'm loving making it, and the people working on it are wonderful. The other shoe has yet to drop, however. I keep waiting for something to happen to it to kill the euphoria surrounding my project. I'm expecting something to go wrong at every bend, which is not good, but I'd rather not roll with the punches on this one, rather, anticipate that somewhere along the line something will go wrong, and when it does I'll cry and moan and not want to go on, but by the end of it all, I will have something that is beautiful (I hope).
That's pretty much what's going on here, in my little corner of the world.
- Location:Circulation Desk, Norlin Library, University of Colorado
- Mood:
happy
Posted on CNN.com:
'Fraggle Rock' to be made into movie
That's right, kiddies. Fraggles will hopefully soon be in a theatre near YOU!
Ahmet Zappa is in talks with the Hensons to help develop the project, which will involve our beloved Fraggles and their trek into the world of the humans. There will be new music. Currently, it is in the development phase, which means that there is no screenwriter or director, but they really want this to happen.
The best part?
They are refurbishing and updating the original puppets, and intend to use as little CG as they can!!
The linky-link is here.
- Location:Norlin Library, Boulder, CO
- Mood: chipper
- Music:the sound of one hand clapping
So far, the school year has not been very remarkable. I love all of my classes, save Astronomy, which has the misfortune of being the class I am taking solely for the purpose of keeping enough credits to be full time. I'm trying to care, really I am...it's just that I could care less about telescopes and their differences, strengths, and weaknesses. Nor do I need to learn about motion, gravity, and light temperature again. I just want to learn about stars and galaxies, dammit!
I realized how much knowledge I've gained over the past 4 years last night. For my Tolkien class (which is Freshman level), we had to do a one to two page exam based on a few questions-an essay, in short. She wanted to know some contextual stuff and interaction with the texts (The Hobbit, Beowulf, and The Saga of the Volsungs), as well as historical and cultural influences. I totally went more into the historical influences, citing the differences between the times, and influences that would have worked on Tolkien. I brought in stuff I've learned in past history classes and I felt very smart. I'm totally loving that class.
I present my screenplay on Wednesday. I'm not really nervous about it yet, probably because I don't feel that it is all that good, and could stand some improvements. I like the general idea and the way things progress, but I feel that some stuff needs to be added and edited out. Maybe some fresh sets of eyes and new perspectives will do me some good.
Bible study has started again. I was really nervous about it, because I didn't know anyone in my new study-there's only one other girl from study last year, and she hasn't made it to the meetings we've had so far. I miss the girls I was with last year-we'd been in study together for a year and a half and bonded as a group. I think it'll be okay, I just need to adjust. One of the many downsides to going to school another year is that a lot of my friends at school graduated in May and aren't around anymore. It kind of sucks, and it's definitely lonely.
I'm really tired and out of it anymore. Part of it is readjusting to my work and class schdedule, the rest is sleep and the occasional migraine. Last night, I couldn't remember what month it was, and it was a little odd. I also was playing with my nephews yesterday, which involves rough housing and a lot of energy. I didn't sleep as much as I wanted this weekend, either, so I'm pretty out of it.
That's about all I've got. I'm at work now, hopefully I can get some work done tonight. We get to watch Back to the Future on Thursday, and I'm totally excited for that!
- Location:Norlin Library
- Mood:
exhausted
Last night, I was in a weird/sad mood. It started with my online donation to the MDA for the telethon, in memory of my grandmother who had a form of MD. I was very close to her, and her death is still something that affects me. I just got really emotional after that, to the point that I knew that I needed to do something cathartic to make myself feel better, like listen to music that reminds me of her, and look at the photos I have of her. So I did. And I cried, which was sort of the point. I felt a little better, but was pretty sad today. I got home and did my WebCT quiz for Tolkien class, read, called my parents, and decided to work on the video I have for my internship documentary. I knew that it wasn't perfect and I'd be really lucky to only have to sweeten and work with only the stuff I shot at the camp. I'm taking a flash audio recorder with me next month when I go back to the valley so I get really good audio. I also needed to catalogue what was on which tape. There are 21 tapes, of which only a handful were marked by day, a few had a breakdown of events, and the rest were blank. So I spent my evening working on that project, with the intent that I could work on a rough cut sometime when I have spare time.
Watching the tapes not only made me miss camp, but they made me really happy. The audio, for the most part, is usable and, in a shocking turn of events, is pretty darn good. I'm really happy. To the point that I was giddy. The parts I thought wouldn't make it? Sounds pretty good. There's some work to do, editing out parts and sweetening it a little, but there's nothing I ran across that's completely unusable. Not that I'll be using the bulk of 21 hours of footage. But the talks are salvageable, and there was even some audio at the Dunes that's workable, to my great happiness. I also watched the entire Dunes climb, wondering again how I managed to get my chubby, out of shape butt up that Dune. I was sore and out of breath just watching the footage of the kids and counselors! It was honestly my best experience at the Sand Dunes, and I am proud to have done it.
I inadvertently spent the evening reliving my week at summer camp. It was a long week, sure. I was exhausted, sore, a little sunburned, and way out of my comfort zone. Herding pre-teens is a lot like herding cats-impossible. My allergies acted up. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Without a doubt, I 'd go next year if I was asked back. I'd be a counselor. Those kids were awesome. Real troopers. The staff? Awesome. Wonderful bunch of people. Ft. Garland-gorgeous. Sand Dunes, well, they're tiring, but I'd go again. Tomorrow. But I'd leave the camera at home, despite the fact that I love it. The whole week was busy, full of activity and movement. I learned a lot. The kids learned a lot. I learned from them, and had fun interacting with them. I certainly hope that they all do well in the future.
School's also back in session. Ugh. I definitely am not ready to be back in school. More on that later, as things settle. I do love the new building, though. It's too cool.
- Location:Boulder, Co
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:U2
Smile even though it's breaking.
When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by.
If you smile through your fear and sorrow,
Smile, and maybe tomorrow,
You'll see the sun come shining through, for you.
Light up your face with gladness;
Hide every trace of sadness.
Although a tear may be ever so near,
That's the time you must keep on trying.
Smile, whats the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worthwhile,
If you just smile.
I normally have a healthy love-hate relationship with that song, but tonight (like so many others) it just fits the bill. Long story there. Just needed to post the lyrics somewhere.
- Mood:
bummed - Music:In My Life by the Beatles
A more thorough breakdown of my life over the past few weeks will be coming as soon as the circus that is currently my brain resumes its one to two ring feature performance, instead of the like six-ring circus that it is at present.
This is not a drill!!
I'm glad that I am not flying, but somehow whenever one of these terror warnings and alerts is posted, I do wish that I was travelling. Maybe just because I am a little bit of a thrill seeker, and I want to be part of this moment in history so bad, if even just to tell my kids what life was like when America was still the greatest nation on the planet and we had to only worry about the terrorist threat on a semi-occasional basis. Or so I can recall the good old days, the time between the end of the Cold War and the beginning of the "War on Terror," the age when wars were fought for a semi-just purpose, and imperialism was just a memory. The time before the Department of Homeland Security and the Terror Threat Level (which I mock all the time). This time it was a real threat, but sometimes I wonder how much of this is a scare tactic, to make us buy into the ideal that there are terrorists who hate America all over the planet, and in order to keep them at bay, we must fight useless wars in order to grab territory and establish democracy. We go to war blindly and come out not as the victors, but ruthless tyrants bent on establishing a new world order and ignoring the demands of the rest of the world.
I'm sick of it. I can understand how people hate America. Not that I do, but I certainly have little respect for its leaders at this time. We've failed the rest of the world. Darfur. Sudan. Lebanon. So many other countries that we've overlooked in our need to capture Osama Bin Laden and strike back at phantom nuclear weapons when real ones are being cooked up in plain sight. We step over our feet in a scramble for superiority, but ignore the cries of those who just want a fraction of the lifestyle we lead. Clean water, food, safety, basic freedoms and necessities. Education. And yet we wonder why people hate us, why they would want to kill us...
I'm heartbroken over the situation in Lebanon. That is the land of my ancestors (partly), and innocent people are dying at an alarming pace. Yes, Hezbollah did wrong in kidnapping Israeli soldiers, but Israel did not have to invade and strike at residential neighborhoods in such a way as to take out innocent lives and the lives of the Hezbollah guerillas. Lebanon is crying for help, and the Western world is failing in its efforts, led by the US, who is more concerned with the disarmament of so-called terrorists than the human aid crisis developing to condemn and abandon Israel.
Of course, this all begs the question: What makes a terrorist?
- Location:The bowels of...Norlin
- Mood:
cynical - Music:The Go Station
It was an incredible trip, really. The kids were wonderful, the staff and counselors were incredible, and I had a great time shooting the documentary footage. There is so much to say right now, and my brain is on overload trying to tell people about the camp. All I can say is that I've never had a better time out in the wilderness. With children aged 9 to 12.
I'm exhausted, sunburned, and way out of it.
My feet and ankles have never hurt more in my life.
My camera's acting a little wonky and I have a ton of work ahead of me.
I would so do it all over again. I want to go back next year.
i'm too tired to elaborate, so I'm going to post some photos instead.
The Dunes at sunset. It was gorgeous in the valley.
Sunset at the Fort. We were playing 19th Century baseball that night and I was freezing. Plus, it was threatening to rain, which it did frequently.
Sunrise. Gorgeous, isn't it?
- Location:Centennial, Co
- Mood: exhausted
- Music:Smallville
I am over the moon today, despite the fact that I was woken bright and early this morning by a cheerleading camp right under my window...they were chipper, loud, and in the possession of a microphone and stereo system. I wanted to throw water balloons at them for committing such an injustice as waking me before I was ready to get up (which, on days when I go to bed at 3 AM, is generally not until noon). Yet, even that atrocity was not enough to dampen my mood.
I finished the screenplay just before 2 AM.
I did not want to finish it. I was reluctant to even think that it was done. I feel that my characters have a longer journey to go on, but that could be because I was rooting for a happy ending that never happened. However, I feel that the story arc is complete, and there really is nowhere to go in order to achieve that happy ending. So I typed "Fade to Black" and had a bittersweet celebration. I'm going to let it sit for a while before I come back to it for serious revisions, although I'll probably be working on it again this weekend.
I also watched Project Runway last night, at 2 AM. I didn't get into it too much, but I probably will when I see it again on TV. I've never been one for the reality TV craze, but I have to admit that there are several that have been guilty pleasures for a while. Currently, they are Project Runway and Kathy Griffin, My Life on the D-List. I was actually pissed that I missed the end of D-List on Tuesday due to a fire alarm at the apartment, moreso than I was happy that I met a guy in the parking lot (we have a date tomorrow night. I am still not all that enthused. Odd.) I did manage to catch it this afternoon, to my delight. It's too early to make my picks on Runway, since it was the premiere last night, but seriously, the basket for a hat? Tacky. The whole ensemble was just hideous, and I'm glad that the judges thought so as well. I loved the dress that won-it was something I'd wear. I cannot wait for next week's episode.
I talked to my parents last night. I hadn't seen my mom since Sunday morning, when she went to a reunion near Pueblo with my grandfather. She sounded like she had fun, save a cruel comment from her least favorite uncle, which is unavoidable in any situation. We had a good conversation while I cooked dinner last night (I made green chile burritos), and then I watched Gilmore Girls, which really is about me and my mom (it's a characature of our relationship, I'm convinced), followed by more Numb3rs, so I was in a really good mood last night.
I'm following the situation in Lebanon/Israel/Palestine very closely right now. Not that I'm taking sides, but I disagree with President Bush. Big shocker there. I think we're going to have a war on our hands there, which saddens me because it is the land of my mom's ancestry, in part. I've learned a lot about Lebanon recently and really want to go there some day. The historian in me blames past events for the present ones, but I know that isn't going to help.
- Location:Norlin Library, Boulder, Co
- Mood: ecstatic
I broke 100 pages on my screenplay. It's taken a complete turn from the original idea-it's really taken on a life of its own. I feel like I know the characters better than when I first started writing it, and they've changed almost as much as the plot has. The Screenplay has grown darker over the last sixty pages or so, and I am no longer determined to write a happy ending. I am about 10 pages from my initial goal of 120 pages, and I can forsee actually going further. Even better, I can see the ending in sight, which is a new feeling for me. I tend to take on ambitious writing projects and then lose steam. I don't know how far this screenplay will go; it may just live forever on my hard drive and never be sold or developed further, but I am still proud and happy with what I've done so far. I feel validated that my dream of writing for a living can become more than just a dream.
The screenplay is now at the forefront of my mind, and hopefully that creative energy will morph into the short script I have to write this summer for 4500 (my final film production class). I keep trying for ideas that are simple to shoot, but more complex in the edit, because I hate shooting (I suck as a cinematographer and cameraperson), but love to write and edit. It's been killing me all summer because all of my ideas are longer and more complicated than the rules will allow. I am hoping to keep it at 5 minutes or less. I'm also working on concepts and ideas for my Colorado Historical Society project. Camp's a couple of weeks away, and I could not be more excited. Once shooting there's finished, I'll have a couple of weeks before school starts to get the storyboards finished and presented to my boss, and we can start working on that edit. I have a ton of ideas for that project as well, and to be honest, cannot wait to get started on the edit.
My grandfather somehow, by some stroke of sheer dumb luck and chance has managed to get his driver's license back. My mom and aunt have been trying to convince him to give his driving priveledges up since he's had 3 accidents in the past year, the last of which could've been a lot worse than it was. He took the written test 4 times, and only managed to pass the last one, after which they took him on the easiest and shortest driving test ever, and the Colorado Department of Transportation and the DMV say he's a competent driver. I still refuse to ride in any car he's driving, because riding in a car with him makes me fear for my personal safety. I told my mother that we have to break his car, and make it so he can't go anywhere. All of us are pissed at my grandfather's selfishness at having to drive and endanger not only himself, but others. We've hit a dead end with all of it, and it's a really frustrating situation.
I spent the weekend with my parents. My mom and I went to church Saturday evening with my aunt and grandfather, and we were supposed to have a girls' night in, but my dad, brother, and nephew got rained out on their camping trip and came home instead. We still watched Star Wars and hung out, but my mom and I got cheated out of our time. My mom also left to take my grandfather to a family reunion, so I spent Sunday and Monday with my dad. It was nice to hang out with him, and we had dinner with my grandma, but I was glad to get back to Boulder. I also managed to get all of my laundry done this weekend, miracle of miracles. When I got home today, I discovered that my apartment had been cleaned for me by the maintenance staff at Bear Creek, so I can put off the total cleaning of the apartment for at least a week. That means I can go home and finish Season 1 of "Numb3rs," although I anticipate further watching of the DVDs in the future, and I still have a few episodes to watch with the commentary tracks (I watched the pilot and "Counterfeit Reality" last night. Funny and informative), not to mention that the special features need to be re-watched. Yes, I am a geek. And I love Numb3rs. Best show ever.
- Location:Norlin Library, Boulder, Co
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:My coworkers talking
1. Mountain Driving. Still a new experience for me, and we did tons of switchbacks and this GORGEOUS highway today. It's not as hard as everyone makes it out to be, really. I kind of enjoyed it, but then again, I love driving my car.
2. TUNNELS! Chaplin went through 3 tunnels on the Needle Highway this evening, and all rejoiced. My mom (in the other car) jumped out when they were clear of the tunnel to take pictures of us going through-and EVERY other motorist at the pull off that was on the other side of the tunnel copied her and took photos of us. It was hilarious. Like they'd never seen a MINI going through a tunnel. I am so scanning the photo when it's developed.
3. Hills-not so fun going up, but great fun going down. That's moreso Chaplin's opinion than mine, since I had to ride my breaks on the way down from Mt. Moriah (sp?), where Wild Bill Hickock and Calamity Jane are buried. Talk about vertical hills. Chaplin was not the happy camper, but that's okay. He coasted down the vertical hills with more enthusiasm than I've seen in the car for a while, akin to those moments when we're doing like 80 or more on the highway.
5. Rain. Pretty. Fun.
6. Fuel efficiency. Gotta love it. We only filled the cars up twice yesterday (My dad's Audi is also really good), and didn't have to fill them today, even after driving from the B&B to Deadwood, to Custer, and back on the senic route.
7. I am picky when it comes to picking the lot in which to park my car. 'Nuff said.
8. There are several things one needs to go on a road trip with my family: Patience is at the top of the list, and the first thing to run out. The rest don't matter, until the patience runs out.
When we were entering Custer National Park today, there was a sign warning visitors not to approach the buffalo because they're agressive and dangerous (duh), just randomly there, on the side of the road in between a ranger station and another sign about road safety. I love national park signs. I wanted to take a photo of it and put it on my door during football season.
- Location:Hill City, SD
- Mood: drowsy
- Music:Beautiful Dreamer: The Songs of Stephen Foster
Summer is also the time of the year that I take to catch up on my causal reading, the non-academic "fun" reading, if you will. I've just finished Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie, and I picked up another one of her novels to read this afternoon. My goal this summer, as always, is to finish a dozen or so books. I've got one down, eleven to go. This summer, I've decided to read things only by authors that I'm not familiar with. I was going to tackle the classics first, but I'd rather read things that have only been put out in the last 10 or 20 years. I've also decided to post a solitication for suggestions, since I'm looking to discover new books and authors. I am not a really picky reader-I'll try just about anything. So post an author, title, or several, and I will hopefully get to it sometime.
OH. MY. GOODNESS. Must see movie of the summer. Best trailer ever!
*is on new movie high* Haven't felt that "new-movie-coming-soon-must-see-tomorrow"
(well that's not entirely true...but I haven't been so excited for a new release in a while...almost too long.) Film studies really kills the thrill of new pictures sometimes. We get to watch the best films ever produced, and then the box office rarely produces something comparable on weekends.
...of course, I also watched all of the Kubrick trailers I could find online (he cut his own trailers for all of his films except Eyes Wide Shut), because I needed to jog my memory on some things and the best way to do so is to watch something. I'm thinking I should've cleansed my palate a little before I watched the Superman trailer...not that I would have had any sort of a different reaction.
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kourei8264, who got it from tootall6_4_. eave your name and:
1. i'll respond with something random about you
2. i'll challenge you to try something
3. i'll pick a color that i associate with you
4. i'll tell you something i like about you
5. i'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you
6. i'll tell you what animal you remind me of
7. i'll ask you something i've always wanted to ask you
8. if i do this for you, you must post this on yours
However, should you choose to respond to this, I am warning you that it may be a few days. I am suffering from the old insomnia, combined with stress and a touch of the blues. Yeah, this will be a great week. I got 3 papers back today, and we also got our US History final, which is due Saturday afternoon. I am going to try my hardest to get it done by Friday. I did better than expected on 2 of the papers, although I feel like I didn't deserve the 89 I got on my Nazi Germany paper-I didn't put enough effort into it to justify an 89, at least in my opinion. I also somehow got a B on my Film Theory paper, but I was shooting for a B on that one. I got a 91 on my US History paper...which is about what I expected. I spent an hour at work today, and will be working til midnight tomorrow night. We had our last real, during the school year FOCUS Bible Study last night, and it was sad. I'm the only girl in my study (save Bridget, who is a missionary) who is not graduating next week. All the other girls have plans for the future and it feels like I'm the only one staying put. It's an odd feeling, like I'm being left behind, although I know rationally that isn't the case. We'll see each other over the summer, but so much is changing at my church in Boulder-the priests are leaving because the parish is becoming an archdiocesan parish (it was run by Paulists), we're getting a new Campus Director for FOCUS (Matt McCartney...which is awesome, but sad), and I think that some of the missionaries are leaving as well.
In other news, my brother now has a job with the city of Aurora. He accepted it today. My parents are also on their first trip without kids-it's just the two of them (my dad had to go to a conference in Florida). They're having a great time.
My head is splitting, so I am signing off until a later date.
- Location:Boulder, Co
- Mood: exhausted
- Music:Crossing Jordan on A&E
They offered me the internship opportunity to end all opportunities. Basically, they want me create/edit a promotional documentary for them to send out to benefactors to try to get donations for this living history project, in which they take inner city kids to this fort (or another historical site) for a week and do living history with them, not only to teach history, but also tolerance and just benefit them overall. Someone else shot all of this footage last year, but they don't have anyone to edit it together into a cohesive form, and the sound on some of the clips is bad, but basically my job would be to create this DVD for them, and go to the camp to shoot more footage to use, and get some interviews and then edit it together so they can show donors what their money's going towards. I would have to attend the events, do shooting (Someone else donated the equipment, as far as I know), watch the mountain of recorded footage (she made it sound like there are hours of viewing), write a script, and edit it all together. The only real drawback is that I would be donating the editing time, because they do not have access to editing materials, and can't fund the editing time (hence the hiring of a film student), but I would basically have total control over the project. And I would be able to use it in the future as a sample reel.
Oh my goodness.
I was too stunned to give an answer, and she wanted me to take some time to look things over and make an educated decision. So, I took a tour of the Colorado History Museum (which I had totally forgotten is totally cool), got in my car, and drove home. As I drove back to Boulder, it hit me. I'm emailing my boss questions tonight, and I'll probably call her to accept it Friday. This is infinitely better than the position that I interviewed for last week, which was a little more than a PA, and I would've gotten some editing experience, but nothing close to my own film...and they didn't seem interested in offering me school credit, either. It was more of a "you provide labor, we provide experience" type of internship. I'll probably stay in Boulder this summer to work and play, since it only took 30 minutes to get down there (and there was an immigration rally at the capitol-DPS kids walked out of class and marched-it was cool), as opposed to the hour it takes from my parents' house. I'm also going to work at Norlin this summer to make actual money, aside from the week I'm at the camp and on vacation with my family.
In other news, we watched Full Metal Jacket in Kubrick class. Totally blew my mind away...but in a good way. It's like that every week. I love that class. I'm skipping my screening tomorrow for Film Theory, because Curtis Martin, FOCUS founder, is going to speak at St. Tom's, and it's going to be a good talk.
I'm going to write my Nazi Germany paper, while I'm at work. It's due at 4:30 tomorrow...so I might want to start it sometime tonight.
- Location:Norlin Library, Boulder, Co, US
- Mood: floaty
- Music:Norlin Circulation
Ernesto showed us The Simpsons this morning, the parody of The Shining that they did many years ago, to begin our discussion of Kubrick's The Shining. It was awesome.
The Colorado Historical Society wants me to come in for an interview sometime in the coming weeks. I just got the email today.
I'm sitting in Nazi Germany class...more extensive update tomorrow, after the interview with People Productions.
- Location:Hellems 252
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:Dr. Spires lecturing
I heard back from what was really closest to my first choice posting today. All I really know offhand (although I did browse the listing before sending my credentials off) is that it is located in Boulder, and I'd have some opportunities to gain real experience. The guy said he wanted to bring me in for an interview next week, when would a good time be? I promptly returned the email with times and days that work for me.
I have an interview THIS Friday at 3.
Oh my freaking goodness. I was ready for an interview next week, when I would have had time to get a haircut and eyebrow wax, highlight, go shopping for a new shirt, and prepare my interview strategy. I'm ubelievably excited for this interview...I've been kind of squeaking and freaking out. A lot. I've already written it out several times and printed the directions off to the place. I've got an extensive to-do list of things and I'm already planning out my Friday to fit this into my schedule.
This day has been odd to say the least (by which I mean Tuesday). I took a quiz on A Clockwork Orange in Ernesto's class, which was easier than I thought (I hope. I can never tell with that class), turned in the worst paper IMAGINABLE in my US History class (seriously. WORST. PAPER. EVER.) that took me forever to write last night, and got back an exam in the same class. I got a 92 on the exam, which I took on like 3 hours of sleep and very little studying. I also talked to my parents, went shopping and used my credit card for the first time EVER (I only got it last weekend and am so intimidated to use it), came home and watched Gilmore Girls, which was one the best episodes the latter half of the season has given us.
- Location:Boulder, Co
- Mood: hyper
- Music:Futurama
