Well that's one way to tell the parents....But it's only half the time!

SO.

Term Two just started. So far I have a wicked outline for my Fringe Spec, a short script that I don't entirely hate, and three feature ideas to take to the pitch fest on Thursday. Which I'm not too worried about. Thanks to Kelsey and John I can pretty much pitch anything. My final project was to pitch a movie based on the logline: An ancient and powerful wizard competes in a gritty innercity basketball tournament with the help of his magical talking bong. It would've made millions.

Term two means that I actually go to pages for my spec, which is crazy exciting. It means I go from pitch to outline to treatment on one of my features. It means I develop an animated tv pilot. Along with having a dialogue class, another genre study class (crime!), and something else....but I forget what. All in all it means a lot of reading and a shit ton of writing. I'm stoked.

Also we got our new campus today. See the writers dind't really have a campus of our own, we got sent to basements and boardrooms with slidey walls, and wherever they cold fit us. It sucked. It caused crazy amounts of confusion. BUT NOW! Now we have our very own floor, still on Hastings but you can't win 'em all. And its pretty! And new! and there's sixty inch flat screens in every class! And our very own theatre with blackout curtains! And a lounge with leather couches and a tv and racks of movies! and a kitchen and a bathroom without coded entry! It's all very exciting. I'll post pictures maybe.

I've been looking into fellowships for after school is done. Even though school isn't done forever. I'm not too worried about the competition, the only thing that worries me is getting a work visa. That seems complicated. And hard.

OH! My condo? Awesome. Like woven from strands of awesome universe particles. And no one uses the pool, which is weird...but good 'cause then I can swim all i want. Downside: the giant poster of Roberto Luongo that stares into my windows all day...supercreep. I should post condo pictures too!

Talked to my younger cousin today, she's coming out with her mom and brother next weekish. Apparently she's getting another tattoo, one on her ribs. A plant of some kind with the script "tuesday's child is full of grace". Which prompted me to figure out what day of the week I was born on.

I was born on a Sunday!
You wanna know what Sunday's child is full of?
I sure did!
Turns out Sunday's child isn't full of anything:

"But the child born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay"



*cough*