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badstarWednesday was September 11th..the 1-year anniversary of.....yup, you guessed it, me selling my first photo.
Here's the photo...it's a bad scan, and somewhat cropped...but oh well.
Mike (my stepfather) is taking a job in Chambersburg, pending the approval of his schedule request...He won't be around Tuesday morning through Saturday night at least through Christmas.
I finally found out what exactly was going on with the damned film project...It seems that at some point, they started without me, and lied about it. Adam told me Wednesday night that there was a shoot yesterday. And when I called Adam (the director) yesterday morning, I was told that he was away. On vacation, for another week. I got upset and pissed off. cried most of the morning. Slept for an hour. Watched "What Women Want" (cute flick....amusing....better than most of the Mel Gibson movies I've seen....still don't understand why women go crazy over him, he's not that great looking. My eyes burned all day, and I had a headache that wouldn't go away. Went to Borders for a few hours...then Chelle got us dinner at McDonald's...and a case of Mike's Hard Iced Tea...not bad, but the lemonade is better. Went to sleep shortly after midnight.
I've decided that if Adam (the director) had to be such a jerk and tell me all summer that he wanted me to help out and give me the script and tell me to come on over to the casting call to hang out and see what goes on, and then not tell me when they start filming and lie about it, well....it's not worth my time, I have more inportant things to do. all I was hoping for was to get some film experience, maybe have my names buried in the credits under "third assistant in charge of flipping a light switch" or something equally inane, and maybe have a little fun in the process. But I won't...not this time, and it's not my loss.
One of these days, I'm going to make it in film...and lots of people will say they had the opportunity to work with me, and how they're glad to have taken that opportunity...and here's one person who will have to say that he passed on that chance.
On Tuesday, I have an interview for an assistant photographer at a studio in town.
As for the 11th, I avoided watching TV, 'cept for the first 15 minutes or so of Enterprise, though unfortunately, when I went to the Lodge, I wasn't too happy to find that they had TV coverage running on most of the TV's in the bar, but the music soon drowned it out. People arrived, Rhonda and Bill and Jody, and Keri and Ryan and Adam...it was fun....I still feel kinda bad about spazzing out at Adam, but I'm sure he got over it.
I am sick of hearing about the attacks. I am sick of hearing about terrorism. The only thing I want, I know is too much to ask for...I want one day- 24 hours to turn on the TV, Open the paper, surf the net and not see or hear anything about "Nine-Eleven" Osama Bin Laden, terrorism, Afghanistan, whatever. Just for one day. And I want the opportunity to forget. Knowing that I won't. Because you don't forget something like that. You can't.
I want people to remember that good things do happen. Good things even happened on 9/11/2001.
And tonight, I am going to a party.
Here's the photo...it's a bad scan, and somewhat cropped...but oh well.
Mike (my stepfather) is taking a job in Chambersburg, pending the approval of his schedule request...He won't be around Tuesday morning through Saturday night at least through Christmas.
I finally found out what exactly was going on with the damned film project...It seems that at some point, they started without me, and lied about it. Adam told me Wednesday night that there was a shoot yesterday. And when I called Adam (the director) yesterday morning, I was told that he was away. On vacation, for another week. I got upset and pissed off. cried most of the morning. Slept for an hour. Watched "What Women Want" (cute flick....amusing....better than most of the Mel Gibson movies I've seen....still don't understand why women go crazy over him, he's not that great looking. My eyes burned all day, and I had a headache that wouldn't go away. Went to Borders for a few hours...then Chelle got us dinner at McDonald's...and a case of Mike's Hard Iced Tea...not bad, but the lemonade is better. Went to sleep shortly after midnight.
I've decided that if Adam (the director) had to be such a jerk and tell me all summer that he wanted me to help out and give me the script and tell me to come on over to the casting call to hang out and see what goes on, and then not tell me when they start filming and lie about it, well....it's not worth my time, I have more inportant things to do. all I was hoping for was to get some film experience, maybe have my names buried in the credits under "third assistant in charge of flipping a light switch" or something equally inane, and maybe have a little fun in the process. But I won't...not this time, and it's not my loss.
One of these days, I'm going to make it in film...and lots of people will say they had the opportunity to work with me, and how they're glad to have taken that opportunity...and here's one person who will have to say that he passed on that chance.
On Tuesday, I have an interview for an assistant photographer at a studio in town.
As for the 11th, I avoided watching TV, 'cept for the first 15 minutes or so of Enterprise, though unfortunately, when I went to the Lodge, I wasn't too happy to find that they had TV coverage running on most of the TV's in the bar, but the music soon drowned it out. People arrived, Rhonda and Bill and Jody, and Keri and Ryan and Adam...it was fun....I still feel kinda bad about spazzing out at Adam, but I'm sure he got over it.
I am sick of hearing about the attacks. I am sick of hearing about terrorism. The only thing I want, I know is too much to ask for...I want one day- 24 hours to turn on the TV, Open the paper, surf the net and not see or hear anything about "Nine-Eleven" Osama Bin Laden, terrorism, Afghanistan, whatever. Just for one day. And I want the opportunity to forget. Knowing that I won't. Because you don't forget something like that. You can't.
I want people to remember that good things do happen. Good things even happened on 9/11/2001.
And tonight, I am going to a party.
