I'm Not Applying Anymore

As of two hours ago, I am officially done applying for college. Just in time for Christmas. It feels good.

For the first time in a long time, I had some downtime tonight. So I finished watching a documentary I started a week ago. It's called Tales From the Script. Anyone not interested in filmmaking would most likely be bored to tears.


Basically, the screenwriters who were interviewed talked about how cutthroat the industry is and how no one knows what they're doing. It was really funny and yet horrifying at the same time.

At the end of the movie, one of the writers talked about writing the film My Life. It starred Nicole Kidman and Michael Keaton and had to do with cancer. The movie got awful reviews and the writer was mortified and embarrassed.

However nine months after the release, a woman came up to him at a party and shared her story. Her husband had died of cancer, and her twelve-year-old son never talked about it. Then, she was diagnosed with cancer and had six months to live. She took her son to see the movie, and on the way home afterward, he sobbed. At home, he crawled into bed with her, and they had the conversation that she needed to have in order to leave the world.

So in retrospect, the writer wrote the movie for her. Unknowingly. And it was enough.

I think that's cool. And as I worked on my college essays about my passion in film, etc., it was easy to become a little discouraged. I made the short film A Dance in Time. It was a high school film - nothing extraordinary. But many friends of my grandparents, whom I would never have talked to otherwise, have approached me. Many older couples tell me how much they enjoyed the film. So I guess that is enough.

It still hasn't sunk in. But only three days until Christmas.

Taking Flight

I have the sudden urge to fly somewhere. It doesn't matter where. Who's with me?

The cross country invitational today was fun. In tribute to a past runner, the guys wore tube socks and pre-wrap headbands. I looked sexy in my 80s running style. It was a good race.

As usual on invitational days, I am now pooped. So even though I have a buttload of stuff to do, I am taking the night off. After we got home, Alaina and I laid around my house for three hours.

I want to talk about the future. I named this blog "Trekking to Adulthood." I am definitely trekking. But I can trek to wherever I want. And right now, I like where I am headed. I know who I am and what I want to be.

For instance, I know that I am going to follow my dreams. I want to be a filmmaker. And everyone else can suck it. That's right, I said it.

My old religion teacher (one of the best teachers I ever had) once said that there is a big problem with today's education system. It is geared toward the goal of getting kids good jobs that make a lot of money. He said that somewhere along the way, teachers forgot to tell their students to go after their dreams. And he told us to dream every day.

Unfortunately, he was right. Filmmaking is not a "safe" job. Art is not a "safe" job. Fashion is not a "safe" job. Writing is not a "safe" job.

Who cares?

I am currently working on an essay for a scholarship program. The program wants to know about obstacles that I have overcome - along the lines of family death, hardship, poverty, etc. Well, I haven't had to endure any of those. But I have had other obstacles.

Living in a small town, I have tried to make movies. No film classes. No budget. No support from city managers.

Most people in my town stare at me like I'm looney when I tell them my intended major. You want to know the truth? I love that blank stare. I just smile.

Most people in my senior class are planning to be physician's assistants, engineers, doctors, whatever. Great for them. If they love it.

I am going to do what I love. Luckily, I have supportive parents. Thank you mom and dad. And my friends and role models are there for me too.

I am not afraid. I am taking a chance. I not interested in money. I am interested in passion. I am actually going to attempt to go somewhere outside of my city's limits. People want to know why in the world I would want to go to school so far away. Distance is not an issue to me. I can get a job and hop on a plane.

I'm not sure where I am going with all of this. But I think that some things in live are worth it. I don't want to be one of those people that choose a "safe" life and then regret it for the rest of forever. Everyone out there (that means you Alaina and Christina), don't give up.

I submitted my Florida State Film School personal statement last night. It was about my motivation to become a filmmaker. It ended with "The adventure starts here."

Arcade Fire has their new album Suburbs out. This is "Ready to Start." I like it.

A Pressing Matter

So... after my adventure to WixPix, my weekend turned out to be much busier than I expected - complete with the grand opening of a new building at my school, a meteor shower, a trip to no where Pennsylvania, and a flaming car. I also ran into some dead ends on my short film and had a few college freak outs with my parents.

I want to talk about all of this, but for once in my life I am tired of filmmaking and college. In fact, if someone were to approach me at this particular moment and mention those two words, I would probably hurl my blueberry yogurt at them.

Right now, I want to talk about a much more pressing matter...

The Homosexual Tension between Edward and Jacob in Eclipse.

Normally, I completely boycott all things Twilight, but we had the chance to go to the Westwood theater on Friday at film camp. The theater was really cool, and Carol Anne tells me that a bunch of premieres were held there back in the day.

Eclipse was the only thing playing and surprisingly most of the film students who went were guys. We were really desperate to get off campus.

Eclipse played out as expected. I soon realized that girls like Twilight because it's basically soft porn. Seriously. Jacob was always shirtless - for no reason. Bella was cool but behaved like a whore. She made out with Jacob. Then Edward. Then Jacob again in a neverending cycle. And she tried to get in Edward's pants.

I found all of the violence and sexual stuff to be disturbing since many ten-old-girls are into the series. Girls like my little sister. I quickly called my mom to make sure my sister did not go see Eclipse, but it was too late. Dun. Dun. Dun.

Anyway, the most interesting part of Eclipse was the tent scene. Apparently Twilight fans were anticipating this scene because I found a whole blog devoted to it. The basic jist is that the famous trio are on top of a mountain during a snow storm. Bella is freezing and needs warmed up. Edward can't keep her warm because he's a vampire.

This gives Jacob the chance to say the line, "Let's face it, I'm hotter than you." So, werewolf boy crawls into a sleeping bag with a shivering Kristen Stewart and proceeds to think dirty thoughts that Edward can read.

God, I would hate to know what Stephanie Meyer is like in person.

And what was most disturbing was the fact that every guy in the theater turned to look at each other. We all felt it. The homosexual tension. It was awkward and weird. I can't explain it, but it was like both Jacob and Edward were thinking about ditching Bella, and running away with each other.

Still, not all things were awful. I have to admit... the movie was pretty sexy. At a couple steamy moments, we all squirmed in our seats. Afterwards, everyone admitted how much Eclipse made them miss their significant others back home, myself included.

Plus, Eclipse had really good music. Like this song...

And then there was...

THE TRAILER FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.

The trailer was greeted with a standing ovation. Being a Harry Potter fan since I read The Chamber of Secrets in second grade, I cannot wait!

The Black Hole of Film Camp

Let me start with a word about the weather. LA. Warm and sunny right? Wrong. My mom told me that I didn't need to pack any jeans. I packed one pair just in case and wore them throughout the trip. I arrived in LA during June Gloom, which carried over into July. It felt like fall in Pennsylvania. While the people of Johnstown were sweating, I was bundling up.

The days at film camp were long. After only a few days, I felt like I had been there an eternity. We often compared the huge campus of UCLA to a black hole that had sucked us in. It felt like time had stopped, and life outside of the college no longer existed.

This being said, we were easily amused by things such as instant coffee vending machines, Panda Express, and any murmur of Lady Gaga.

In the evenings, the people of US Performing Arts planned fun activities. We often had the chance to go to the gym or the pool (so I did get some running in), and we made trips to Westwood, the neighborhood outside of UCLA. Tuesday nights were Improv nights, and on Monday we ate this thing called a pizookie. It's basically this huge cookie of deliciousness that you eat with ice cream. People in Florida call it a cookie pie.

After an exhausting day of filming on Saturday, we took Sunday (the Fourth of July) off. All of the students boarded school buses, and we headed to Hollywood.

My group decided to stick together. We headed to Amoeba Music, the most beautiful place on earth.

The store has a top floor filled with used DVDs. The bottom floor is littered with posters, used and new CDs, and records. Posters cover the wall, loud Cuban music plays in the background, and the whole building has a welcoming smell of dust. I even walked into the back room where old school music is kept. I could have spent an entire day in that part alone.

I ended up buying E.T., Three Kings, and Phoenix's It's Never Been Like That.

After Amoeba, we grabbed some Philly Steak n' Cheese sandwiches, explored a Goodwill type store, and took pictures outside of the Chinese theater.

The day concluded with a trip to the Hollywood Bowl where we watched the cool firework show. On the late night return trip, I feel asleep on the bus. Reaching the dorms, everyone passed out immediately.

That adventure was a highlight on my trip. Getting the chance to just have fun and hang out with new friends for a day was great. The next day, we returned to filmmaking.