Once again, I will end up pouting about my failure to successfully accomplish the completion of a short film. The reason of this is because today is the Georgia State film showcase festival, which I could be attending much less submitted a film. I'm of course being responsible by working and going to class tonight. I could have easily faked a sickness and got someone to cover me, but it just seems like too much work. Kind of similar to the excuse I give for not making a film now. This festival marks yet another opportunity passing before me.

I did however write a short script this weekend. Saturday night, after my plants to attend "The Crawling Eye" fell apart, I ended up going out, buying Kuhlua, and after four White Russians, I finished a short script. I wanted to write something that felt real and that people around my age might be able to relate to. I wanted to show the struggles of being young, and yet slowing moving into adulthood. How the entire world seems tiny, but once actually seeing it, the world appears actually quite large. I don't know. I'm really making it sound ridiculous and it probably doesn't qualify for comparison to that description. I just wanted to put off sleep and write something. I bet I can shoot it. The problem is if I will do it. It's a simple two maybe three character story with very minimum locations, probably only one. I can use Kirk and Will's apartment to shoot the whole thing. Maybe I should really get serious for once. My frustration is becoming annoying.

I had better study. Time for blogging later...