Lost Journals

If this semester doesn't kill me nothing will ...

The main computer at the Top O' the World dies today. The hard drive apparently melted down; thus, no paper this week. I'm glad I didn't put much time into my editorial - just the research.

Designing for the Pathfinder website sucks! I used to be familiar with Photoshop. Now I can't even place a picture. GOO!

Calligraphy and Graphic design are going okay and Advanced Writing should be fine. My independent study will kill me. I have to read two books a week before we start production in October. The books aren't that interesting either. The Indie Producer's Handbook, Media Law and Film Production, Spike, Mike, Slackers, & Dykes : A Guided Tour Across a Decade of American Independent Cinema and Shooting to Kill: How an Independent Producer Blasts Through the Barriers to Make Movies That Matter, and the list goes on.

Got a call from Karin Waidley today because I'd crossed my name off on the audition schedule. I had to explain that I wasn't upset with Peak Productions after the 24 hour play fest and the reason I dropped out was because I didn't have the time. She was bummed but she understood.

I'm not upset with Peak Productions - I promise. I was disappointed by the performance but I also understand the time constraints. Corwin was awesome and I hope I told him that enough times. I hope to rewrite the play into a One Act and submit to some festivals under Karin's guidance.

Tomorrow will be a better day. The Fall Job Fair, Advanced Writing, and a pre-production meeting with Tory to write the script and draw some storyboards.

Maybe my clothes will get here. That'd make me happy.

Goodnight sweet world.