Are We There Yet?

I would like to make a very important announcement: for the first time in my life there are no films in theaters that I have a desire to see that I have not already seen. None. Not a single with even the slightest interest on my part. I'm so -- estatic!

Let's see, let's see, let's see. I've been thinking about the sort of stuff to write in here (and as a result have spent a lot less time writing) and one of my main conclusions came to me when I was reading other people's entries in their journals. The entries that sort of tire me out, the ones where I find myself skipping paragraphs, skimming the lines, and altogether not completing are the ones that simply go through a play by play of the individual's day. They often complain, present little self-observations, or speak about the brilliance of their day without striking at the meat of it or explaining why it was so bloody brilliant. They're often long, extremely specific, and probably dramatically more interesting to the people who know the authors better than I do.

As for the direction of my own internet real estate, I barely care about my own day-to-day experiences enough to write about them. Therefore, I assume that they must come across as ridiculously boring to any readership I may have amassed, except for, perhaps, the occasional witticism or what have you. The entries I like the best are the general ones, the philisophical ones, the ones that talk about goals or reflect on a broad expanse of past time. Not the play-by-plays, the catalogues of events, the ones that are far too specific to serve either of their possible purposes: they contain too much information for any type of time capsule effect and they contain too much information for the contemporary readership to stomach. I hope to, from here on out, to lean towards the former type of journal use and stray as far away from the latter as humanly possible.

That said, I'll now launch into a description of today's events at Darien Lake with the band. Relax. I'm kidding. The difference between my thoughts and actions is not usually extreme enough to be compared in touching sentences. I hope.

Oh goodness. Stars of Tomorrow is, ahem, tomorrow. I ought to write that acceptance speech. Good job on my part for putting it off to the last minute.

In a more general sense, school is weighing very heavily on my lately considering there are only seven more days of it. I don't feel relief as it nears completion-- I feel cocnern as more and more "final projects" get assigned and the number of days to work on them diminish rapidly. Furthermore, the schedule for Sandstorm is finally at the point where we don't have the luxury of rescheduling. There is so much to do with it. I hope that once we finish all the scenes that need to be done before the end of the school year I'll feel a lot less stress about the whole thing. Aww, shit fucker cunt waffle. I just realized that if we're going to re-record the dialogue then I'll need to get all of Tony's done before he leaves for the army. That is going to be a really serious trick.

I know I like to be busy and all this shit, but I really would like to go on autopilot for the summer and I feel that that is just not going to happen. I love making films, but I absolutely never want to make a film of this scale in this way again. It has brought me such an intense amount of stress and it's only going to be worse in the next few weeks. If I have to get a rough cut of it before Tony leaves for basic, which I guess is pretty much what I'm going to have to do, it means a pretty busy June for me. Goodbye free time.

To be honest, very many aspects of my life frustrate me right now. But the future looks good. You know -- like July.