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So earlier this week I got drunk and I was watching TV, and all of the sudden, I had this creative outburst, where I sat down and scripted and storyboarded this commercial for IADT.

Of course, some fo it didn't make sense(the storyboards and the corresponding notes, nayway) but the script was rather awesome, and we were having a contest of who could create the best IADT(that's the name fo my school) commerical at the time.

So I'm calling up my contacts, pitching this idea, and they say cool, but my main contact is Cameron, an older film student that's a friend of mine. He hops on the project and it's basically only us doing it.

Well, with the time restraint on the contest, we have two weeks to do this thing. But I get to school on Tuesday, and he says we have THAT DAY to do it, since he works all the other days. I'm like.. wtf... So obviously the commercial didn't get done and my dreams shattered.

Well, not really, I sort of thought it wouldn't happen anyway, but that's not th epoint.

After the inspiration for the commercial, I was listening to some music, anf on Tuesday when I got home, I scripted an entire music video for my cinematography final project. Of course, the guy I want to do it with - Zack - has disappeared since two weeks a go. Since the final is due two weeks from now, considering how complicated the video is, even if he DID come back tomorrow - which I'm betting he won't - It wouldn't be recorded, cut, and published in time.

I pitched the music video idea to some actors I wanted to use just in case, though, and they said they liked it. I also looked up some recipes for fake blood since I needed that, too.
The music video is using Static X's "So". The video focuses on a male and female murderers. They go in at the start of the song and murder this housefull of people. by the first stanza of lyrics, the man doesn't really care about what he did, but the woman is starting to feel the guilt. It consumes her, and in the end she attenpts to kill the man for "making her do it".
The man kills her in turn, but then, because he loved the woman, kills himself.
It's very graphic, but the shots I have down are really cool looking. I wish I could do it, but as with all of the other music videos I've actually scripted and/or storyboarded, I probably never will do them for lack of resources.

For Interpersonal Communications, I have the final project on Color Theory/Symbolism. I made a thread about it in Profile DIscussion that is well off the first page now, but I put a lot of effort into the s**t and well, colors are really really cool.
Anyway, the presentation has to be 20 minutes long, and there is no way our current content can cover that. So I said I'd make some "truth"-esque video and do random interviews with random people on their perceptions of color and s**t. Why on earthI would volunteer to do this, I don't know, but now I am forced to go out into the world and ask people "How does this color make you feel?"
WTF.

I'm wondering if I should wear my normal attire or go sans tail. Who the ******** knows any more.

I am drunk as I type this.
In fact, I'm really angry and depressed.

Today I left the cellphone at my apartment because I was sick of carrying it around knowing nobody would call me. I only carry it so I can feel important; like I'm wanted.
I currently have no minutes anyway, so the more I talk the more my parents are going to kill me at the end of the month.
On the 16th of september, though< i'll be free again, and likely carrying it around to feel important.

Two days a go, I lost my wrist braces. I've looked everywhere for them, and they disappeared while I was sleeping with one of them on. Still, that's two braces missing(I had two left hand braces. I only have my right hand brace now). So I was looking and looking, and asking everyone if they saw them...

And I don't know why the hell anyone would steal a ******** wrist brace, but now I'm in way more pain then I was before. And, now I can finally say that yes, I am drinking to get rid of the pain of Carpal tunnel, now.

I used to laugh at people who would complain about carpal tunnel was. I mean, how bad could it hurt to have a condition from typing on a keyboard, right?
Well, it's kicking me in the a**, nwo.

I've duct taped my left arm to a metal splint multiple times to keep it straight so the wrist will relax, but it's not working how I want.
Plus, every time I do put it on, I sweat freaking PUDDLES in my palm since the duct tape is silver and conducts heat(plus the metal).

Then I lost my scissors today.

Everything is missing, and I wouldn't be surprised if I'm doing weird s**t when I'm drunk with this random things.
I mean, I think I remember everything when I'm drunk - I usually only watch TV or ******** around on the computer while I'm drunk, but if I'm blacking out, I probably wouldn't notice anyway since my sense of time is so constrewed to begin with.

I'm starting to eat better now.
On labor day I actually went out to buy food, but it was only for that day.
I've since been openly complaining about how I've only eaten one meal a day for three weeks, as if it's some sort of accomplishment.
When I was walking to the gas station yesterday, I passed a wealth of doctor's offices, and I've considered going there to see just what kind of shape I'm in, but I know my parents are going to end up footing the bill.. And they'll be wanting to know why.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to have a sitdown with my parents and tell them I'm an alcoholic.

My dad's birthday was today.