Raped

Today I film my next movie. here are issues.

To begin with, it is due tomorrow. We've had "two weeks" but really we've only had since Tuesday. So, the pressure is on, not to mention I'm not starting nearly as early as I'd like to. 4:30. 4:30!!! IT'S HORRIBLE.

And I'm doing it in a pair right? Like with another person? Well I came up with his amazing script. Honestly, it was like my little baby and you guys would have been perfect for the parts. I sent it to my partner who said it was too complex and that we should do something else with phones and "Epic Fails" I couldn't make this shit up. I swore in this blog. Is that allowed? or am I making history here? And not the good kind.

It could have turned out so well though. I had the music picked out and everything.

Oh I got back "all my friends are dead," and my teacher loved it.

"Wonderfully bizarre, great musical selection and choice of images. This evokes the Wes Anderson style, without ever seeming derivative. I enjoyed the tone, which alternates between playful and outright cruelty. Such is life!"

That was his review and it made my life.

And the directly afterwards my art teacher gave me a D on my project.

Such is life.


I gained some animationeducation of my own last night. We had an event here at chapman where we watched a bunch of the best animated shorts from all of the festivals over the past year.

So, without further ado:

ANIMATIONEDUCATION

KJFG #5

I don't want to spoil it's brilliance with my trite comments. But watch it. If you watch nothing else I ever put on here, watch that.

I have nothing to do until 4:30 other than find props I need. I'm skipping all of my classes and my meeting with Jessica. I don't even know if I'm going to get something to eat today.

I'm a nervous wreck. Films were made to be made on weekends, and I feel like I'm going against the grain every step of the way on this one. I have bad feelings.

The juju is negative.

On a somewhat unrelated note, I'm have an outgoing week. Weeks like these are so rare, and yet often the most memorable.


People are saying this looks like a self-portrait, but I don't have the heart to tell them.

My picture-a-days are getting more and more ..bad. Well I liked the one I just did, but it's getting more and more..difficult I should say.

I think it's because I'm buckling under pressure. I went into my visual storytelling class and people I've never talked to before were saying how much they liked my pictures and they thought I was really talented.

I like attention, I'm not going to lie.

But I originally set out just to make a quick 15 or so minute sketch every day, and now I'm spending an hour or so. My need to impress and garner affection is a beast that I have little control over.