yeah...
i got a new hat...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Is it giving up or not giving in?
That's a really good question.It seems I have finally reached a point in my life where I really do not care one bit about what people think about the way I look.
As you can see to the left (or in person if you are lucky enough to live in Oakville) I have purchased the MOST RIDICULOUS headphones known to mankind.
And I proudly gallivant around town, on the bus, to class, in class with these babies snugly plopped on my head.
They're like a warm furry hug for the ears.
Yes I realize I look like a massive douche wearing them, but that doesn't stop me. It didn't stop me from wearing my totally bizarre lumberjack hat around town.
Or buying a horrible light blue tshirt with a jumping Orca on it and a knitted red and black sweater that is too small and has curling rocks and curling brooms stitched into it.
So it sure as hell is not going to rip me away from these snugly mothers.
I love them.
I love me.
Friday, February 16, 2007
some days things just come together.
Today was a good day.
My television studio teacher approached James and me during class while I was setting up the CCUs and asked us if we were interested in some of the more involved positions for the Media Arts Awards this spring, particularly assistant directing and production secretary. I absolutely HATE assistant directing, even though she friggin loves me in that position. No idea why. Numbers and me? Not the best of friends.
So, James showed some interest in production secretary so I basically said I'd love to help, but just not ADing and we left it at that.
After class Desiree (the teacher) approached me again. She told me that she didn't feel comfortable recommending any of the people who applied to be production secretary and she'd really really love it if I would take the job. Then she went on this seriously five minute spiel as to why I am perfect for the job.
Needless to say, I took it haha.
She's totally my favourite teacher. Encouraging but also tells you how you can do better.
Then she breaks out even better better news.
Not one, but BOTH of my arch Nemesises (nemesi?) are dropping out of the program!
BOTH of the guys who I yelled at this year.
I don't yell!
I am extremely non confrontational
If you know me you know this.
But one of the guys I got in a fight with at one after class rehearsal and I screamed "FUCK OFF!!" which made him leave in a huff without talking to anyone.
The other I got in a 3 hour yelling match with. THREE HOURS!!
In the pub. With people everywhere.
I still can't even believe that really happened.
But never again!
I can't stop smiling.
What a lovely day.
My television studio teacher approached James and me during class while I was setting up the CCUs and asked us if we were interested in some of the more involved positions for the Media Arts Awards this spring, particularly assistant directing and production secretary. I absolutely HATE assistant directing, even though she friggin loves me in that position. No idea why. Numbers and me? Not the best of friends.
So, James showed some interest in production secretary so I basically said I'd love to help, but just not ADing and we left it at that.
After class Desiree (the teacher) approached me again. She told me that she didn't feel comfortable recommending any of the people who applied to be production secretary and she'd really really love it if I would take the job. Then she went on this seriously five minute spiel as to why I am perfect for the job.
Needless to say, I took it haha.
She's totally my favourite teacher. Encouraging but also tells you how you can do better.
Then she breaks out even better better news.
Not one, but BOTH of my arch Nemesises (nemesi?) are dropping out of the program!
BOTH of the guys who I yelled at this year.
I don't yell!
I am extremely non confrontational
If you know me you know this.
But one of the guys I got in a fight with at one after class rehearsal and I screamed "FUCK OFF!!" which made him leave in a huff without talking to anyone.
The other I got in a 3 hour yelling match with. THREE HOURS!!
In the pub. With people everywhere.
I still can't even believe that really happened.
But never again!
I can't stop smiling.
What a lovely day.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
I told myself I would never do this...
I failed.
I used to look at people who do it and feel disgusted. embarrassed. annoyed.
I caved.
I became a person I promised myself I would never ever become.
I started doing it last week.
A boy made me do it.
I did it again today.
I'll probably do it again.
The boy? Actor, Matthew Gray Gubler.
What do I do? I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I am now in the club of the people who scream at the tv.
Okay so hear me out. It's only for one show - Criminal Minds.
And it is not entirely my fault.
Last week those dastardly writers put me through the psychological trauma of having Matthew Gray Gubler's character Spencer Reid (possibly one of the most emotionally and physically frail FBI agents on television and unofficial cutest boy ever) mercilessly tortured throughout the entire episode all the while being injected with heroin therefore coming out of the horrifying, near life ending, emotionally scarring event with a drug addiction.
LOVELY.
So that's when the yelling began.
It was innocent at first.
Just a few "Nooooo!!"s
Tonight however, I unleashed more sass then I knew I had in my body.
I don't know what came over me.
One moment I was fine, the next I was screaming (exact quote) "GUBLER IF YOU TAKE ONE STEP INSIDE THAT BATHROOM STALL AND SHOOT UP I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SMACK YOU IN THE MOUTH!"
Oh Lord please help me.
I used to look at people who do it and feel disgusted. embarrassed. annoyed.
I caved.
I became a person I promised myself I would never ever become.
I started doing it last week.
A boy made me do it.
I did it again today.
I'll probably do it again.
The boy? Actor, Matthew Gray Gubler.
What do I do? I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I am now in the club of the people who scream at the tv.
Okay so hear me out. It's only for one show - Criminal Minds.
And it is not entirely my fault.
Last week those dastardly writers put me through the psychological trauma of having Matthew Gray Gubler's character Spencer Reid (possibly one of the most emotionally and physically frail FBI agents on television and unofficial cutest boy ever) mercilessly tortured throughout the entire episode all the while being injected with heroin therefore coming out of the horrifying, near life ending, emotionally scarring event with a drug addiction.
LOVELY.
So that's when the yelling began.
It was innocent at first.
Just a few "Nooooo!!"s
Tonight however, I unleashed more sass then I knew I had in my body.
I don't know what came over me.
One moment I was fine, the next I was screaming (exact quote) "GUBLER IF YOU TAKE ONE STEP INSIDE THAT BATHROOM STALL AND SHOOT UP I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SMACK YOU IN THE MOUTH!"
Oh Lord please help me.
Monday, February 12, 2007
You will someday be the death of me...
Script writing.
It's a blessing and a curse.
I hate being forced to write a script.
I hate being forced into a deadline.
I hate being forced into a theme.
I hate being marked on my ideas.
I hate conforming to my teacher's idea of proper style and format and topic.
I hate writing only to please other people.
I hate having wonderful ideas in my head when I can't seem to find the proper words needed to
put it down on paper.
I love coming up with an idea I'm passionate about.
I love when the words flow magically out without having to take a break to think.
I love when my peers tell me I did a good job.
I love when my peers tell me that they want to be involved with my project.
I love when my superiors tell me that I sound like a real writer.
I love finishing a script, taking a step back, really looking at it and finding that I really DID do a great job.
Did I mention I hate deadlines?
Back to work.
It's a blessing and a curse.
I hate being forced to write a script.
I hate being forced into a deadline.
I hate being forced into a theme.
I hate being marked on my ideas.
I hate conforming to my teacher's idea of proper style and format and topic.
I hate writing only to please other people.
I hate having wonderful ideas in my head when I can't seem to find the proper words needed to
put it down on paper.
I love coming up with an idea I'm passionate about.
I love when the words flow magically out without having to take a break to think.
I love when my peers tell me I did a good job.
I love when my peers tell me that they want to be involved with my project.
I love when my superiors tell me that I sound like a real writer.
I love finishing a script, taking a step back, really looking at it and finding that I really DID do a great job.
Did I mention I hate deadlines?
Back to work.
Can you feel the love?
I am pretty sure that I just saw the cutest thing ever while I was taking the bus back to my apartment.
There was this sweet middle aged asian couple walking down the sidewalk in front of the mall sharing an extra long scarf, one end warmly wrapped around each throat.
It was sweet.
And refreshing.
And lovely.
There was this sweet middle aged asian couple walking down the sidewalk in front of the mall sharing an extra long scarf, one end warmly wrapped around each throat.
It was sweet.
And refreshing.
And lovely.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
You may ask yourself...
"Self, doesn't Erin already have a blog? What is so different about this one? What's this blog all about? What the eff is Banshee Beat?"
To that I say.
Gear down big trucker. Easy on the questions Interrogation McGee.
Even though I shouldn't answer someone with an attitude like yours, I will anyhow.
See how nice I am?
1) Yes. I do already have a blog. Or more than one actually. One on Livejournal. One on myspace. And a few other forgotten ones scattered across the interweb.
2) Hopefully something, probably nothing. Well that's not entirely true. This blog will be my most personal because unlike my livejournal and myspace, I doubt there will be anyone out there actually reading what I post here. I often have things I want to blog about on my other journals, but don't for fear of who is reading. This shall be a lovely outlet for that type of thing.
3) This blog basically chronicles the life of a 20 year old, single film student with an outlook on life that is sometimes to naive for her own good. Said student will take note of her successes, failures, dissappointments, loves, hates, hopes, wishes, dreams, cravings and crushes. Look out folks. It's going to get personal.
4) Banshee Beat is my favourite song of the moment, by the amazingly experimental band Animal Collective. I could tell you all sorts of ideas of what I think it means, but I don't like to do or hear that sort of thing. Music is a personal experience, each listener taking something different from the rhythms and rhymes. Come to your own conclusion. Find the song. Listen to it. Read the lyrics. All I will say is that it is simply beautiful.
There'll be time to get by to get dry after the swimming pool
There'll be time to just cry i wonder why it didnt work out
Therell be time to fish fry for letters by yours truly
Yours truly
Someone in my dictionary's up to no good
I never find the very special words I should
So I have another party with a water glass
and I sit on all your actions its a birthing game
and I'll bet he needs a shower cause hes just like me
and the soldiers in the painting know your secret face
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile
Gonna let you do your thinking if you need awhile
but what I gave you made him get mad
A little bit funny how a thing like that
Could travel from one mouth in through another
and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother and
The words they sting like a stump of old wasps
Remember when I said go throw the rock in there
and we ran through the woods to our good house
You forgot about the things that he could say like
I dont think that I like you anymore
Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
and I cant find you at our kissing place
and im scared of those new pair of eyes you have
So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet your feet I'll find a swimming pool
Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find a swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet your feet I'll find a swimming pool
But I don't wish that I was dead
A very little friend of mine once said
that either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
confusions not a kiddney stone in my brain
but if were miscommunicating do we feel the same?
Then either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
You gotta give a little you gotta get a little bit
Well, that's it in a nutshell. I hope you stick around for the ride. It'll be an interesting one...
<3 Erin
To that I say.
Gear down big trucker. Easy on the questions Interrogation McGee.
Even though I shouldn't answer someone with an attitude like yours, I will anyhow.
See how nice I am?
1) Yes. I do already have a blog. Or more than one actually. One on Livejournal. One on myspace. And a few other forgotten ones scattered across the interweb.
2) Hopefully something, probably nothing. Well that's not entirely true. This blog will be my most personal because unlike my livejournal and myspace, I doubt there will be anyone out there actually reading what I post here. I often have things I want to blog about on my other journals, but don't for fear of who is reading. This shall be a lovely outlet for that type of thing.
3) This blog basically chronicles the life of a 20 year old, single film student with an outlook on life that is sometimes to naive for her own good. Said student will take note of her successes, failures, dissappointments, loves, hates, hopes, wishes, dreams, cravings and crushes. Look out folks. It's going to get personal.
4) Banshee Beat is my favourite song of the moment, by the amazingly experimental band Animal Collective. I could tell you all sorts of ideas of what I think it means, but I don't like to do or hear that sort of thing. Music is a personal experience, each listener taking something different from the rhythms and rhymes. Come to your own conclusion. Find the song. Listen to it. Read the lyrics. All I will say is that it is simply beautiful.
There'll be time to get by to get dry after the swimming pool
There'll be time to just cry i wonder why it didnt work out
Therell be time to fish fry for letters by yours truly
Yours truly
Someone in my dictionary's up to no good
I never find the very special words I should
So I have another party with a water glass
and I sit on all your actions its a birthing game
and I'll bet he needs a shower cause hes just like me
and the soldiers in the painting know your secret face
Well your parrot told me just how I can make you smile
Gonna let you do your thinking if you need awhile
but what I gave you made him get mad
A little bit funny how a thing like that
Could travel from one mouth in through another
and the next thing you know you gotta hear it from your brother and
The words they sting like a stump of old wasps
Remember when I said go throw the rock in there
and we ran through the woods to our good house
You forgot about the things that he could say like
I dont think that I like you anymore
Well I found new feelings at the feeling store
and I cant find you at our kissing place
and im scared of those new pair of eyes you have
So I duck out and go down to find the swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet your feet I'll find a swimming pool
Cause when I'm snuffed out I doubt I'll find a swimming pool
Hop a fence, leave the street and wet your feet I'll find a swimming pool
But I don't wish that I was dead
A very little friend of mine once said
that either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
confusions not a kiddney stone in my brain
but if were miscommunicating do we feel the same?
Then either way you look at it you have your fits
I have my fits but feeling is good
You gotta give a little you gotta get a little bit
Well, that's it in a nutshell. I hope you stick around for the ride. It'll be an interesting one...
<3 Erin
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