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It's raining today in the city... but a pregnant rain that makes you think about crocuses and sunrays and dewdrops... it's almost spring, and walking to work this morning was not trudging but discovering... no umbrella, just walking down the streets in the morning, when everything has the cast of drowsiness to it and the city that never sleeps is nonetheless pulling itself out of hibernation... What's wrong with me? Drinking my black coffee and sitting at a computer terminal somehow does not have the pale gray color of caffeine this morning. There's a really large part of me that I've locked away this morning that is yelling at me that I'm supposed to hate this place, but I'm ignoring it today. (Perhaps, in corollary, you should ignore me too.) I wish I could express the harmony that rain and coffee and Friday morning before spring break have made for me. I write this to say that even blahs can be joyous. Also, I miss you, Ali... sometimes even though we live so close together it feels like we are in different worlds. Take care... our paths will cross again soon. Y'know what's really embarassing? When you go out into the hallway late at night to try and figure out what's making so much noise, and you find out it's someone ringing the emergency singal because they're stuck in the elevator, and you tell them you're sorry they're stuck in the elevator but shut the fuck up, and then it turns out that it was someone you know. yeah. feelin a little sheepish, here. I think New York's making me a mean, nasty person. At least I still have my duck joke to prove that I'm basically OK. -_-;; Oh, and the screening? Went pretty damn well, actually. The film didn't catch on fire, and people seemed like it. Go me. Ack, I'm screening my second film in like two hours. ACK!!!! O_O And I do mean film. Like, FILM film. With little holes in the side, and sticky tape holding all the different cuts together. Reversal film, which means that I only have one copy. Film with so many splices in it, I'm half afraid it's gonna choke up the projector and catch on fire. ACKACKACKACKACK.
^_^ Dara is on the phone. She's always on the phone. The first thing I hear when I come home after four hours of editing is her incessant cackling, the never-ending stream of gossip spewing forth from her hyperactive lips. I have loads of calls to make, and I have to use my cell because she won't be off until everyone else has gone to bed. why, good lord, WHY!!?!?!?! O_o I don't care what anyone else says. I'm either rooming with Jess next year, or I'm getting a single. -_- I hate hate HATE it when I can't get anything done. O_o It's kinda silly, actually...see, I've had a fairly productive day. Brian came over for a few hours this morning and we had breakfast. Then I spent most of the day up at Tisch, animating my assignment for tomorrow - and it came out really well, considering I didn't plan it at all, and drew the whole thing in one afternoon. At around 6:30 I finished and went home. Then I worked on my comic and read a little bit. And....that's it. I don't have class until 11 tomorrow morning. All my homework for Monday is done already. So what the hell do I do now? I don't want to update my site until the comic's finished. I'm tired of working on the comic. I need to start planning my Friday shoot, but I don't have an idea as of yet. I have loads of art to scan and a portfolio to get started on, but I'm too tired too concentrate. However, I'm also too awake to go asleep yet. in a word: arg maybe I'll go sell something on ebay. :: end blah :: Want to read the REALLY old shit? Here ya go.
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