Home Again
I made it home. I'm exhausted. I'm stressed out. And now I have to go back to the rest of my life that I left behind, which includes various men, jobs, and school. They make filmmaking sound easy. I almost wrecked in the middle of nowhere, Utah, because of an enormous tire tread in the middle of the lane. No bueno for me and the truck, but I managed to miss it and not roll over.
It feels good to be in my own home, and I'm excited about sleeping in my own bed tonight. Still no word from Boy B, who has now left two of my calls unreturned. I guess that would be a hint, once you factor in the three consecutive nights he ditched me before I left town. Kid A, on the other hand, has been very chatty with me, and I talked to him three times today. Something's up with him, but I haven't figured out what yet. Dr. Evil is still invisible, as I have not seen him since May, which is very good. I know my time will come, though, because campus is a small enough place, and I am in a small enough department. It is only a matter of time, so I'm trying to work out the various scenarios, in which I either strangle him or knee him in the nuts.
My confession for the day is that I've returned to town a bit smitten with my cinematographer, but confident that nothing will ever materialize because he has a girlfriend, lives 100 miles away, is ridiculously busy, has a professional relationship with me, and most likely doesn't date white bread chicks like me anyway. Still, he's a sweetheart and I learned a lot about him this past week that makes him all the more endearing. Oh well. Most likely, I will never mention this again. But you never know, because you know me.
Tomorrow I get to finish up the film stuff; taking the equipment back, then the rental car, then driving to LA to have the film developed. Ugh. I hate driving to LA, and it would be so much more enjoyable if someone could go with me, but of course no one can so I'm flying solo. Again. Great.
Anyway, I'll put more on the other blog when I get a chance. We got lots of cool pictures. Now I'm going to go take a bath and go to bed.
It feels good to be in my own home, and I'm excited about sleeping in my own bed tonight. Still no word from Boy B, who has now left two of my calls unreturned. I guess that would be a hint, once you factor in the three consecutive nights he ditched me before I left town. Kid A, on the other hand, has been very chatty with me, and I talked to him three times today. Something's up with him, but I haven't figured out what yet. Dr. Evil is still invisible, as I have not seen him since May, which is very good. I know my time will come, though, because campus is a small enough place, and I am in a small enough department. It is only a matter of time, so I'm trying to work out the various scenarios, in which I either strangle him or knee him in the nuts.
My confession for the day is that I've returned to town a bit smitten with my cinematographer, but confident that nothing will ever materialize because he has a girlfriend, lives 100 miles away, is ridiculously busy, has a professional relationship with me, and most likely doesn't date white bread chicks like me anyway. Still, he's a sweetheart and I learned a lot about him this past week that makes him all the more endearing. Oh well. Most likely, I will never mention this again. But you never know, because you know me.
Tomorrow I get to finish up the film stuff; taking the equipment back, then the rental car, then driving to LA to have the film developed. Ugh. I hate driving to LA, and it would be so much more enjoyable if someone could go with me, but of course no one can so I'm flying solo. Again. Great.
Anyway, I'll put more on the other blog when I get a chance. We got lots of cool pictures. Now I'm going to go take a bath and go to bed.
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