Miss Me?
I am not feeling too well after my bowl of Cheerios this morning...well, they're actually Albertson's Toasted Oats, but same thing.
Had a good weekend...I got to go home thanks to Merc and Ong. It was short, but still nice. I really do miss my parents and I miss being in my house and my room and I'm slowly coming to the realization that I will not be living there permanently ever again (well, assuming things go right). Kinda sad to think about, really. I am kind of eager to experience life on my own, I am not eager to leave the other part of my life behind. Though, I guess one has to grow up some day and that day is slowly approaching, though quicker than I want it to.
I am reading a novel right now for my Intro to American Studies class. It's called The Pioneers and it is soooooo detailed...I feel like I want to shoot myself when I'm reading it. Do I really need to know the exact color of white the snow is? Or every piece of garment a person is wearing, down to the color of thread? In some instances, detail is nice and it works...but not in this case. So far, I noticed a paragraph in this book that was two pages long. Blah. This book is going to be just great.
This semester is definitely challenging for me. And it's mainly because of my writing class and my production class. How I feel about my writing class depends on the day. Sometimes I think it's not so bad, I can do this and other times, like now, I feel really discouraged about it. My production class is just a chore for me right now. I really don't like the production part of filming. It's not so bad if it is a team setting, but it just being myself really freaks me out. I don't like dealing w/the audio, lighting and shooting. All I want to do is edit and because of that I am having a hard time motivating myself to work on my project. Not to mention I'm a bit worried about how it's going to turn out...which, I need to quit worrying because that's only going to hinder my efforts. I just want to get through this semester...If I can do that feeling good about what I have produced, I will be happy.
Oh and 48 years ago today, James Dean passed away. So sad.

