Not a Joke, Not a Dork, Not a Failure

I know I vlogged about it, but MAN DID I HAVE AN AWESOME WEEK! Yesterday was the beginning of the next one and so far, not too shabby. Yeah, it's Monday morning, rather early I might add, but what the hell.

As the road to (possible) graduation leads to the meeting I am going to have in an hour, I can't help to look around and wonder what is next. I have a steady, if not lack luster, job and the promise of production work makes my heart a-flutter with joy that I'm getting closer and closer to mainstream New Media work. Of course I want to write my own material to have produced, but with my brain all jangled with necessary school thinkings, it seems less than possible. I have been trying to come up with pitches for a project that I can't really talk about that includes the rest of Soapbox, but I having had good enough time. I have a short that I am really proud of that I want to shoot, but I want more people to check it out and give me opinions to see if I should make a third draft. It's dramatic and shiz like that and Wilder said that it was good, but one of the most depressing things that he has ever read. That makes me proud.

Aside from that, the Soapboxmen have a few sketches in the pipe that we are going to shoot as soon as we come together again. Julian is back in June, Wilder is back in May and Ezra is just a freeway away. Yes, Dragonslash is still happening, but HOW is the question. *WINK* To tell the truth, I'm still giddy that Greg Benson liked the show. Oh snap dragons is that awesome.

Julian and I have recorded three podcasts, but the language of Podbean was misleading, so we have yet to raise the funds for a paid account. I think this means to wait until he comes back and until I get better hardware for recording. (Rock Band mics for the win!)

Oh GameStop, how I love thee, but thee are getting meh. So we have a new district manager and he does not like our performance. So now, each employee has to get two or three game reservation and one GameInformer subscription per shift. This means that we have to forgo our usual customer service and change into the money grubbing assholes that the internet hates. I have been trying to get any friend that wants to get games that are coming out to come in, but to no avail. Yet I still managed to hit my quota last week, I have two longer shifts this week, so my expectations are rather high. I guess the problem I have is that we've always had great customer service and we get complimented for it. The problem with THAT is that it doesn't reflect on our numbers, so corporate can't tell that we exist. Wonderful conundrum.

Also, I can't WAIT for my first trip to Don the Beachcomber's next Saturday for the Tiki Bar TV 5th-niversary.

Bottom Line: Life is starting. Hooray?

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The Fire Still Burns

It's now less than a month until finals are to be completed. I have too many projects to count in what seems like not enough time to do it in. The hardest part will be staying sane throughout it all. The less sleep I get, the more loopy I'll end up. Yet the more I dive into my directing project of Abe Lincoln in Illinois, the further I delve into my own psyche, it seems. Also on my recent trip to San Francisco, he followed me. I saw several Lincolns staring back me as sort of a way to either remind me about my project or remind me of who I should be. I have taken a lot of his words to heart, as seen in a previous post, and I wish to achieve what I set my mind to with good intentions.

Also, my psyche has been affected by the music in my head, not the voices this time! I kid of course, but a lot of what I have been listening to has been related to liberation and freedom. So in this mindset, I'm rather rebellious in my limited capacity. There's really only one area of my life in which I feel "oppressed" is in, you guessed it, my Computer Fluency class. For a tiny rant, I will say this. Every time I do an assignment, I write what I want to first and then alter it in order to fit his specifications. When I get the paper back, I get graded down despite writing to his specifications and feel like I'm not being treated fairly. I think he knows of my fury for this class and is now grading as such. I have one hope left, my term paper about New Media. I want to write something I'm proud of, but I don't want to fail this stupid course.

Also, I told my mother about the possibility of having to stay for an additional semester. She doesn't want me to walk if that's the case. I don't think that's fair. Just because I have to come back for ONE MO EFFIN UNIT, she doesn't want me to walk. My department changed its curriculum in the middle of my schooling and as a result, my schedule got messed up and my requirements may not be met despite my being "on course". I have the units to graduate, but my requirements may need some saving. If I have to stay another semester, needless to say I will be very upset. In the tumult that is education, especially at my school right now, taking a student space away from someone who needs to get more done than I do is just plain stupid and I don't want to force my parents to pay a huuuuge amount for tuition just for 1 unit. After taking a look at my possible outcome, I would only have to reroute two requirements in order for big success, seems a lot more possible than I expected.

With what short time I hope I have left in college I don't have an urge to "leave my mark", excuse the pun. I want to save that for my future. I already have another production job in June and will hopefully have one at the end of may. A few people know this, but I set a personal goal for myself at the beginning of my college years. I set to get a job in the entertainment industry before I graduated. I feel like I have achieved my goal and it's an amazing feeling. Aside from that I have a job at GameStop and I also have a job that I can always go to doing tree work. It's a physical day job that I have been in and out of for a few years. It's a good days work and a good days pay so if anything, I plan on establishing myself financially.

Bottom Line: It's New Frontier time. Hold on tight.

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