- The Family Stone (2006)
Today was the final day of classes for me this semester. No more. Good riddance.
My film production lab instructor gave me a shitty score on my final film. It was called Two Sides and it was the story of a girl who explains to her friend that she broke up with her boyfriend and he lost his shit. But as she's describing the tantrum he threw, flashbacks occur in which we find out she flipped the story and it was actually her who lost control. She begs her boyfriend to take her back and then eventually tries to commit suicide in front of him by eating a bunch of Tums and slitting her wrist with a plastic knife that breaks. Shana agreed to play my lead and was absolutely hilarious. I thought it was funny but my asshole lab instructor wrote "stereotypes women" on my grade sheet. What a prick. I'm tempted to send him an e-mail that reads:
"You sir are a fuckface and have a lot of nerve telling me that I'm stereotyping women. Firstly, I wrote the character genderless and just happened to have an actor friend who is female and, I might add, is minoring in women's studies. Secondly, like I said...it's a character. Thirdly, I consider myself to be a staunch femenist. Fourthly, gay men love women. Helloooo. So take your half-assed critique of my film and shove it up your flabby bunghole. Thanks!"
Ugh. I sound bitter, don't I? I'm just so profoundly relieved to be rid of this past semester. My classes truly were Hell. The professors were overall decent (except for the fuckface) but there were some terribly unpleasant classmates that I somehow always seem to sit by each semester. For instance, the girl that sits behind me in Spanish (and who shall remain nameless because there's a chance she may read this) is apparently unable to pick up on social cues and incessantly blabbers to me about her ridiculous party-life, as if she's impressing me by explaining how her and her drunk friends broke down on the side of the rode after visiting a strip bar and then eventually got picked up by and later sleept with two male models. Whoopee. On the last day of class she told me how her ex-boyfriend once peed on her cat. I just did what I always do and masked my fierce disdain for her by pasting a smile on my face and nodding my head, desperately hoping that this is the last class we have together.
I'm happy to go home.
Look for more updates over the X-mas break. But until then, Merry Christmas and hail Satan!
Ft. Worth friends
Blurry
My friend Jessi's new tat.
Who are you?
Good night.
Laters for now!
