I am on spring break. Praise science, I am exhausted and it couldn't have come at a better time. The celebration after Production I was of course, a nap.
I don't really have a break though - we shoot Sunday-Tuesday for my second film and then Iowa for a couple days. Meeting the parents...I'm a little nervous, but I think it should be okay. Plus, we get to see the world's largest truck stop on the way.
The new Decemberists album sucks. Like really sucks. Every song sounds the exact same. What a disappointment.
The next week, I have the apartment to myself. Which will be more nice than lonely I imagine.
I'm going to try and get an internship at the Chicago Film Festival this summer, since I don't technically have to work and I might as well use that for some practical industry experience.
And tonight, there's a party in Wrigleyville that's calling my name...
2 comments:
KatieDid, in 1983 my father was murdered, dismembered, boiled & flushed down the toilet by infamous British serial killer Dennis Nilsen. I tell the story through my blog. Maybe you would like to have a peek.
If not, excuse me for disturbing you.
Best wishes, Shane.
Um, ick to the other commenter.
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