saturday, may 31, 2003

finding nemo is the most wonderful movie ever! can i marry it?

p.s. it isn't a moron school- it's a special school!

suddenly i was @ 03:31 am

thursday, may 29, 2003

wow, i thought i might actually update this place with the happenings of my life... things got a little insane there for a while.
i got an internship at miramax studios. i actually have to move to california (so far from home again) for about a month and a half. which is both terrifying and exciting. i was supposed to leave let's see... tomorrow- but! joy of indescribable joys, i got a call yesterday from my intern co-op advisor saying miramax had called her asking if i could postpone coming down until june 10.
me: NOT A PROBLEM.
so that terrifying experience can hold its horses for a while. i know it's a good thing i have this internship and miramax is a big name, but still, i wish i was at home with my puppies and internetness, because my priorities are screwed.
no, i know this is a great and happy thing.
but not as great and happy as yesterday! ho ho! since i was prepped to leave on friday, i was gearing up for endro socialness, trying to see everyone i know in three days. it started with my dearest friend casey. she came over with all the intent and purpose to go on an adventure (as we call our get togethers).
things started slow enough, both of us thinking of what we could do, but then casey said she had x-men cartoons which were exceedingly late which she had to return to the video rental place, she suggested we return those tapes and see what other x-men cartoons there were to rent.
and off we were! on an adventure.
first stop was the video store, but not the video store where we had to return the x-men tapes (couldn't really rent from the store you had largish three-week late fees, could you?), just another store in the chain.
we spent forever looking up and down the family video aisles, reliving the long ago past with such titles as "star faeries," "widget," "denver the dinosaur," "seabert," et al. we found our x-men cartoons, we got one featuring storm to satiate my obsessions, and part I and III of the pheonnix saga for casey's jean grey inclinations. problem: where was pheonix saga part II? no where to be found. perhaps this could lead to greater adventures.
walking out of the video store, somehow i mentioned, speaking of x-men, i wanted an x2 nightcrawler action figure. casey confessed she so too desired a jean grey one. there was a small grocery like store across the street, we tried there first. our adventure was official underway.
while in the store i got my lovely let's belate your internship call.
to no avail, jean grey and nightcrawler were no where to be found. we decided to take off for a mall. there was one some distance away which had two toy stores and a comic book store, which we figured made for a good bet.
so we drove and drove. it was something near 10 thousand degrees outside, very warm, so by the time we reached the mall the first order of business was a large cold drink for the both of us. once these were ascertained, our mission began again.
our ventures into the first toystore proved, perhaps the x2 action figures would suffer the aragorn action figure complex, as in, there would only be wolverine ones.
wolverine, wolverine, wolverine.
great. swell. fab. but where's the rest of them?
we did discover a giant nightcrawler doll, which was slightly disturbing and casey bought a mini carebear doll, so this fork of the mission was anything but futile.
then we ventured to a movie shop, which had not been on our map, but seemed like a good idea once at the mall, and it was. the store had many goodies.
rather, two nightcrawlers 750 million wolverines. i was happy, casey was still sad, where was jean? we checked the back of the nightcrawler box but it only advertized four action figures in the series. TWO wolverines, nightcrawler and cyclops.
how does cyclops get an action figure? he barely existed in the film!
disconcerted, i purchased my mini nightcrawler and proceeded with casey to the comic book store, wherein my favourite comic guy works.
since i've been home, everytime i've gone into a comic book store (same company, different location) this guy has been there. i, of course, have felt the need to tell him my entire life story int he past, so he rememebers me now.
my favourite comic guy said hello and casey and i roamed around looking for jean grey-ness. finally we opted for an uncanny x-men comic, of which she graced the cover.
at this point we had come to the conclusion, perhaps... there was no jean grey action figure! no storm either- just the fmales. two of which were wolver-
whoa! miramax just called. i still get a thrill when it happens.
ine, which i suppose is all right, since everyone is in love with him and he's a protagonist, nightcrawler, again, all right since he's new and i love him, but cyclops? what?
jean should have been in there. she's one of the big ones! no storm either- no femaleness at all!
anyhow.
after the comic shop, we went to the pet store and saw puppies and kitties. there we saw the tiniest little kittens named smeagol and gollum (or rather, schmegal and golum, but we know what was meant). after the minanimals we meandered to a game store which had matrix action figures. casey bought a trinity one, which could more than fill the void jean left.
so, with our new mini friends, mister bamf and trinity, we were off, finally to return the x-men videos. once at the second video store of the day, we looked for the missing part II of the pheonix saga, which was, once again, absent from the shelf. as we walked out the clerk asked what we were looking for, slightly embarrassed, we confessed, only to discover, as the clerk would tell us, the saga was on dvd.
bad 1993 xmen cartoons on dvd? who knew?
how could we justify however, getting the whole saga on dvd, when we already had 2/3 of it on vhs? after some finagling-

why is my dog chewing the table leg?

- we managed to have the clerk call the other video store (where we were originally) and tell them to hold the dvd, whilst we dashed down to exchange it for our two tapes.
most shameful, especially since we were covinced he had seen the three other x-tapes we had returned by the time he was helping us.
when we finally had the x-dvd in our grasps, we went to casey's homestead and partook of its x-goodness.
i haven't watched that series since i was little! it was great.
then casey made for me a copy of a certain... mpeg file... which was gleeness.
aaaaaaaaaand, we wrapped up the day with dinner and watching "x-men evolution" on tv.
all in all, a very x-day, to say the least. nerdom to the max.
it was great. today i think we're getting together again so we can get her trinity a neo and start a new search for the old-xmen-movie jean grey action figure.

hmm.

which means i should probably get dressed.

todah then.

suddenly i was @ 12:35 pm

tuesday, may 20, 2003

excuse my forever absence. two weeks! but it was by no fault of my own, really, it was finals, then i was moving, then i got home and my internet had been disconnected (imagine my horror) it was insanity. i am back now, thank goodness, with a brand new cable connection and am doing some uber catching up on my e-life. 300 spam mails, sites, the list goes on...
oh the things i could tell you! - but not right now. i am too busy playing with the new a lovely cable connection.

oooh! guess what! i got an internship at miramax!
wee!

but i am so very scared. it means i have to move and -gah- live in california for a few months... without my pets!
we'll see, we'll see.

suddenly i was @ 04:10 pm

thursday, may 8, 2003

warning: entry of a long nature. written at 4 am, please ignore rampant blatant mistakes, no time to proof.
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!
i have had the best day, uh, in the set of good days i have been having. i know i said i wasn't certain if i would write tonight, but i am, because i cannot let this memory fade at all before writing it down.
where to begin?
my day started off normal enough, roommate overslept and was late to class, i overslept and had to run like a psychotic horse towards a burning stable trying to make up for lost time.
call writer: are we meeting today?
call tutee: are we meeting today?
call friend: are we meeting today?
post office, school, run run run, and then the fun really started.
i picked up my film from my class (my teacher had removed it from the camera for me i ♥ my teacher), unfortunately i was still missing one minute of my animation, but that was just going to have to wait for next semester because these two reels made in the past two days were off to the developers.
so i'm briskly walking down the street when suddenly i can hear this guy's voice.
you! hey you! whacha walkin' away from me for?
me: oh sweet god! no... not now.

usually these types give up on you if you don't pay them mind (me: i have my headphones on... i cannot hear you... la la la... i am walking la la la) but when came to my street, i wasn't sure which way to turn (after all, it is not everyday one is off to develop film). east or west? i asked myself. east or west? when the guy caught up to me.
him: hey you, whacha all running away for? i've been calling you for two blocks.
me: oh my headphones, ah, sorry. can't hear.
him: really? what are you listening to?
me: uh, i don't know <-- looking up and down street madly looking for my store
him: what's your name?
me: aaaaaaaa... amelia. <-- lie.
him: are you going to lie to my face just like that?
me: yes.
him: why?
me: because i don't give out my name to just anyone on the street!
him: you don- tsk, what if you meet your man on the street?
me: then he won't have my name!

then he asked my age and started to follow me as i walked west, pretending he knew where he was going: this is dearborn street up here me: yeah. thanks. i know. when i found the developers i was delighted to find the door locked and that the counter person had to buzz you in, unfortunately the guy followed me inside the building saying, "i'm on my lunch break, so i'll just come with you." oh the immense joy. when the clerk asked how he could help "us two" i was tempted to mouth help or to ask if i could go in the back room and HIDE. also, the clerk kept asking me information which i did want GUY to hear, ie "now where do you go to school? students get a ten percent discount." i hiss my answer under my breath.
then i leave, and guy continues to follow me! of course i am keeping this huge breath of space between us and walking along the curb, taking my chances with parking meters and wayward taxies despite guy's pleas to, "come on, why you walkin' over there? come walk with me." yeah right. he gestures to me to walk between him and a wall. anyone who has watched lifetime knows this could be an... unwise decision, i told him, "no we're fine as we are. if i walk any closer to you i might walk into a parking meter."
after then asking me if i was uptight (my answer: i'm just busy) and an invite to "just walk. come on, why don't we window shop, would you like to go shopping?" guy asks me, "so, film. you like movies?"
me: yes.
him: what kind of movies?
me: any, as long as they are good.
him: what about adult movies?
me: as in porn?
him: well, yeah.
me: not really my game man.
him: why not?
me: well, i think porn is a bit exploitive.
him: why do you think it is explosive?
me in mind: heeeh-lp.
me: exploitive? i think it perpetuates the idea of woman as object...
him: well, because i have this friend...
me in mind: oh lord...
him: with him, a girl like you could make a hundred bucks an hour.

yes, you read right. this is the part where i am entreated to be in skin flicks.

him: 100 bucks! now if you worked for 14 hours
me: that's a long work day!
him: but think of the money!
me: mmm... i don't know. i don't think that is a wise career move for me right now.
him: why not?
me: it doesn't really look good on a resumé. being in porn films isn't exactly smiled down upon.
him: true, but think if you were paid 14 bucks an hour, i mean, 100 bucks an hour

<-- freudian slip? right. he made this same slip about 4 more times in our conversation.

him: just think, you're what 20 or something? say when your 30 or 40-
me: i'm not going to do that for that long!
him: why not?
me: i think i'm going to focus on my internship for now.
him: what's an internship?
me: when you work for a company-
him: oh yeah, but you're not paid.
me: and i want a job i can tell my parents about.
him: ok. now when are they going to see this? tell me. when?
me: well, never, but no anyhow. i'm not going to lie.
him: but think of the money you'll make!
me in mind: but think of the integrity i'd lose...

p.s. please note, i was compleatly aware of anything, in type i sound naive and stupid, but i assure you i was on top of the game, though, marco-austin-andre-antonio whatever his name was, thought i wasn't.
the conversation than turned again to the money:

him: ok, but think of all the guys you've made out with, for nothing right?
me: ...
him: why not get paid? and how many times have you don't it?
me: what?
him: done it, what's the number?
me: that's my private dossier! <-- i really said all of this.
him: all right, just think of the number and then times it by 100 dollars, how much money would you have?
me in mind: save me.

then guy started to tell why was his chosen one.
him: you know how far away i was when i first saw you?
me: ...
him: two blocks. you know why i noticed you?
me: why?
him: you have a big ass.
me in mind: and it's now getting liposuction.
me: i do.
him: you have a nice ass and guys like that. how'd your booty get so big?
me: bad genetics
me in mind: and since i met you, exceedingly bad genetics.

i should point out i do have a bubble butt. it literally is twice the size of my waist. i am an hour glass figure. i have a small waist and this... what? jessica rabbit butt, which i have since decided will be cut off, liposucked away this summer. i was a bit worried about it earlier this week, but i am more than convinced now. the booty has got to go. no bootylicious, buns of steel, here i come.
anyhow.

him: how do you feel about anal?
me in mind: OK this conversation is OVER.
me: not. my. game.
him: you know i go to school down here?
me in mind: i'm sure you do.
me: yeah?
him: yeah, just around the corner.
me: ah. where?
him: harold... washington college.
me in mind: oh really.
me: what are you studying?
him: social.
me: good school?
him: yeah.

really, what dolt would fall for this? as the walk proceeded, i made it home, but i was not about to let him see which building i live in- so i ducked into the friendly neighborhood wallgreens.

him: you're just going to turn me down then?
me: i'm sorry, i just don't think it is good for me now.
me in mind: i'm sure there are other girls with big booties who could help you else where.
me: i'm not a good investment for you, i'm leaving town in two days.
him: where?
me: the west coast <-- lie.
him: you're just gonna turn me down like that?
me in mind: yep.
me: i'm sorry.
him: well, i'm only on lunch break. i have to get back to work.
me in mind: please do...
me: ok.

and then he left. thank GOD! from there i ran from the store to my place. i was so stressed my hair had become compleatly curly and insane. i threw open the door and belted out, "OH MY GOD!" to my roommate and told her the whole story.
the only catch? the guy knows i have to pick up my film on friday. what do i do? i think i am taking someone with me there, just in case.

anyhow, right after i finished my tale, the phone rang and it was my friend saying, "i'm getting on the train now and coming downtown." dear lord! the lion king! my friend was joining my roommate and i for the lion king and we were all having dinner together first.
my roommate and i scurried about throwing ourselves together as my friend arrived. then we tore off to dinner. mmmmmmmm... it was a great meal. i hadn't eaten anything all day, but the dinner over extended itself, so we ordered dessert to go, and hopped a cab (though the theatre was in walking distance) slid in just before the play started and...
gasp.
it was amazing. utterly and compleatly mind blowing, the opening. i have never had such a theatrical experience in my life. the music swelled and the rafiki woman's voice was so powerful and all these amazing puppet-actors were coming to life, i felt my heart would burst, i was nearly moved to tears by the experience (later i found out my friend actually did cry <-- what happens when art students hit the town i guess). it started with the solo rafiki actor on stage, then a ram (yak? whatever it was. wildebeest probably) appeared in one balcony, then one in the other- then birds and the lionesses. it was great! nothing will ever outdo that opening.
the rest was very good. i loved the weird abstract bits, like the lionesses hunting or the grass plains played by humans- oh and as the intermission ended, these people singing in brightly coloured outfits sailed through the aisles with long poles, reaching clear to the ceiling, which has bright kite-birds which spun in circles all while the house lights were up.
the only bad thing, i didn't like some of the acting. it was so bad! mufasa at least. baby simba was a little ad, but the kid was cute, so who cares. scar was good. also the added bits of music- some were downright bleh. the hyenas had this song... uh...
oh, did anyone else own a random cd called "music of the pridelands"? it had a bunch of "inspired by the lion king" music on it and 85% of the music in the play was from that sound collection.
all in all VERY exciting day. after the play, we came back home ate cheesecake and gossip, gossip, gossiped about things which everyone knows about and happened two years ago.
now it is four am and i am still ON ONE and packing.
i won't be able to sleep tonight. i haven't even showered.
how am i going to be conscious for shakespeare tomorrow?
gah- gots to go gots to go, goodbye school! roommate! i love you!

suddenly i was @ 04:04 am

wednesday, may 7, 2003

well... i am just taking a moment of time before passing out, and as the internet offers me nothing in the ways of entertainment i decided to type up a bit of a note here. i just spent... oh, about 10 hours today (on top of the 8 hours yesterday) filming my animation. this process is also known as purgatory torture. please see this image to establish a concrete metaphor in your mind for my situation.
though admittedly, today was not bad at all. my mind was so far from focussed and i spent 7 of the 10 hours belting out the worst music known to man (ie "sometimes when we touch" and the rest of my hamtaro/mulder slash repertoire and most notably "born in the usa") with another girl in the class. i also kept darting off on errands- boom, co-op, boom, phone, boom- birthday dinner for old roommate. all in all, not too shabby of a day, though i am tired and the stink of animation is heavy on my person (though, that could be my socks...).
oh, you know the friday of joy from two weeks ago? i was so hung up on the harry potter fun i never mentioned what else made the day so great, we went to an animation studio. yeeeeeep, my tired lovely dilapidated animation class shuffled off to this little commercial animation studio called calabash. it was most fun- one never thinks of the people who have to animation lucky and his marbits (gotcha lucky charms!).
this past friday was a blast as well. god, what great fridays... i was supposed to begin my filming (lugged my 40lb suitcase of animation over to the class room and everything) but the girl with my exposure test never showed up, so it was put off (me: joys!). from there my roommate and i ran a bunch of insane errands (ie me: internship her: currency exchange) one of which led us to x2.
oh
mien
got!
i don't know if it is because i am brain damaged by the end of a semester (mind 's apple sauce, my favorite word is whatever and i like to look at walls for kicks, see picture for adequate similie. - but i really, seriously enjoyed the film.
i was more than into it, i think hugh jackman and ian mckellen compleatly stole the show. just great. not to mention i am beyond smitten with nightcrawler --> me watching x2 (aka nightcrawler, hit enter again on that last image). i really would like to see it again. i feel so daft, in my day i was hip on the x men, but good lord, now? i can't remember anything besides the fact i once loved storm.
x2 though, lots of fun. after my roommate and i tired of uttering "woof" telepathically to each other every time someone attractive walked across the screen and reading into every magneto statement to mystique- we had a HUGE laugh at the art teacher comment.
oh well. i have to get to bed. tomorrow my day is maddeningly busy with tutoring, editing, mailing, moving, filming, i need sleeps. i'm so tired. it's nearly 4 am and i have only been home for about 4 hours. when will it end?
answer: this friday. my semester is up and i am outta here for a while. i really want to update you tomorrow, as i am seeing the lion king on stage, but i don't think i can. i have too much to do and my computer will possibly be in a box. so! perhaps when i get home? who knows.
just know, whatever happens, tomorrow i will be floating around on air like this full of glee.
otherwise, fiona, love, this was the best year ever. i loved my classes, i'm sorry it's over and i'll miss you and all of our fun!
thank you dear city for stress, fun and endless nights!
much much love.

suddenly i was @ 03:53 am

sunday, may 4, 2003

GAH! i feel like an idiot... i just did something... and and... i didn't see and now, oh dear. help!

p.s. remind me: cool friday part 2.

suddenly i was @ 11:56 pm

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