Festivals & Fasting
The little festival I helped put together is going to start on Thursday. I'm excited. It should be an interesting couple of weeks. Pretty much all the filmmakers know my name because I've sent them all at least one email in the last two months, if not more. They're already coming to me for stuff I can't really help them with. I only deal with films. I don't know your hotel, I don't know your flight number, and I don't know when your press conference is. If you need to know when you film is playing, I can definitely tell you that. You want to know where I'm going to ship it? I can tell you that, too. I can even tell you what it's shipping box looks like. I can also tell you where the party is this Thursday, but that's because I get in for free and drink for free, so it's in my best interests to know.
On a side note, I have a meeting with a studio executive from Nickelodeon on Saturday who will tell me what she thinks of the script I wrote. I'm looking forward to it.
I was doing really good with the Lent thing. I had decided to give him up for good and I didn't call him or anything. Then the other night he randomly called me. Yes, he'd been drinking, but he was driving, so he couldn't have been that wasted. So he came over (the roommate had conveniently left for a couple of hours), and we watched a little Simpsons, had a little wine and snuggled on the couch a bit. He likes to tickle a bit, but unfortunately (or fortunately) I am very sensitive and wine and the couch don't mix. The wine came out, but the tickling is really just a way to touch me before he gets serious. It's a precursor to groping, which happened soon after. Then there was a little making out and then he left.
He also called the next morning at 7:30am to tell me he had a good time. Um, okay. Just think how good of a time it would be if there wasn't guilt and consequences attached to it. Story's over, but only sort of.
That night I went out with my friends. I haven't been out in months. I looked super fab in the plaid miniskirt and the boots. Yes, I'm a badass. Anyway, I walk in, and guess who else is there? Yep. We talked a bit, he said he liked the skirt. I said I bet you do, grabbed the package, and he called me a bitch. As in "You make me want you, you bitch". Yes, I know. I'm hot. Sassy. Totally irresistible. I totally rock.
So that's the story. I tried to give him up and it didn't really happen, but not because of me. Because he didn't want it to happen. I gave him an out and he didn't take it. Maybe he's starting to wise up and realize he can't live without me. If that's the case, it's about fucking time. My roommate keeps asking me if I'm going to call him, and I said absolutely not. He gets to do the work now. And he will.
On a whole separate note, I finished writing another film I'd like to shoot this semester in addition to the one I'm already trying to finish. I'll be getting to work on my new screenplay as well. It seems like school is starting to get in the way of what I'm actually interested in doing. Strange how that works. I also got asked if I want to do some programming work for another festival here in town. No pay, but at least they asked me. It's true, I'm starting to be kind of a big deal around here.
Anyway, congratulations on all your hard work bringing the team to their championship. I'm sure they couldn't have done it without you.
On a side note, I have a meeting with a studio executive from Nickelodeon on Saturday who will tell me what she thinks of the script I wrote. I'm looking forward to it.
I was doing really good with the Lent thing. I had decided to give him up for good and I didn't call him or anything. Then the other night he randomly called me. Yes, he'd been drinking, but he was driving, so he couldn't have been that wasted. So he came over (the roommate had conveniently left for a couple of hours), and we watched a little Simpsons, had a little wine and snuggled on the couch a bit. He likes to tickle a bit, but unfortunately (or fortunately) I am very sensitive and wine and the couch don't mix. The wine came out, but the tickling is really just a way to touch me before he gets serious. It's a precursor to groping, which happened soon after. Then there was a little making out and then he left.
He also called the next morning at 7:30am to tell me he had a good time. Um, okay. Just think how good of a time it would be if there wasn't guilt and consequences attached to it. Story's over, but only sort of.
That night I went out with my friends. I haven't been out in months. I looked super fab in the plaid miniskirt and the boots. Yes, I'm a badass. Anyway, I walk in, and guess who else is there? Yep. We talked a bit, he said he liked the skirt. I said I bet you do, grabbed the package, and he called me a bitch. As in "You make me want you, you bitch". Yes, I know. I'm hot. Sassy. Totally irresistible. I totally rock.
So that's the story. I tried to give him up and it didn't really happen, but not because of me. Because he didn't want it to happen. I gave him an out and he didn't take it. Maybe he's starting to wise up and realize he can't live without me. If that's the case, it's about fucking time. My roommate keeps asking me if I'm going to call him, and I said absolutely not. He gets to do the work now. And he will.
On a whole separate note, I finished writing another film I'd like to shoot this semester in addition to the one I'm already trying to finish. I'll be getting to work on my new screenplay as well. It seems like school is starting to get in the way of what I'm actually interested in doing. Strange how that works. I also got asked if I want to do some programming work for another festival here in town. No pay, but at least they asked me. It's true, I'm starting to be kind of a big deal around here.
Anyway, congratulations on all your hard work bringing the team to their championship. I'm sure they couldn't have done it without you.
posted by Ocean | 9:23 PM
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Did you get a weird text from me last during the concert? I was keeping a set list on my phone and think I accidentally texted you a partial list. Sorry!
I was solo because Jen refuses to go see Ani anymore after a horrible crowd experience in Asheville about 4 years ago. At that show, the crowd was rude throughout talking loudly (over Ani's songs and interludes) and yelling at Ani all night.
Thankfully, the crowd was well-behaved last night. There was one drunk girl but otherwise it was a relaxed atmosphere. Oddly, almost everyone remained seated until the encore. She had lots of energy and was upbeat about her marriage, her 2-year-old, and Obama.
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