Working It Out On The Inside: Taste

Mitzi Dalton-Huntley: Been running? It's bad for the knees.
Nate: Everything's bad for something.

-Six Feet Under

I saw my breathe for the first time this semester and it was spectacular. I fucking love cold weather. Maybe it's because I equate hot weather with chronic, dreadful sunburns, but there's nothing like walking on campus in 45 degree temperature while listening to some Sigur Rós. I live for shit like that.

I went home last weekend to celebrate Halloween. The friends and I hit up some parties, and my costume was a so-so success. While most people thought I was Tony Hawk, the cool people knew right away that I was a green monkey from Legends of the Hidden Temple. I swear, if somebody asked me if I was a motorcycle man one more time I was going to spit in their face. Ignorance, I say! I can't believe Legends didn't win an Emmy...straight up. Do they even have Emmy's for game shows?

This week wasn't much fun. Four exams -- all of which I waited until the last day to study for. I found myself spending more time playing with my...editing software. Nah, you thought! I purchased this video card to install in my CPU months ago, and have spent countless hours on my bedroom floor trying to fit it into the stupid slot. I gave up and brought it home to SA this weekend and my dad inserted the card in about 5 seconds. Bastard. I must've loosened it for him. Wait, that doesn't make sense. So instead of studying this week I've been working on taking all the footage I had from last Christmas break and making a fake trailer out of it. It's basically just Brittany, Mary and I farting around their aparment and somehow I'm trying to make it look like a movie that's coming out.

My mom seemse to be more and more curious about the film/video thing. My parents have their doubts about my major, but I probably would too if I were them. Moving to Los Angeles and having a career in entertainment is not anything they're familiar with and, frankly, is something that a lot of people roll their eyes at. But I say "suck my dick" because I'm dead-fucking serious about it. My mother keeps asking what kind of movies I'm going to make. As much as I'd like to say "movies with no language, and a happy ending", I really can't. I want to make movies that challenge people; movies that are provocative, visceral, tragic, bold, irreverent.

I'm off to go not work on my Communication Disorders paper and try to finish editing my trailer. Here are a bunch of pictures from the last couple of weeks:

Laura and Kevin walking to Mi Cocina.