Listening to: David Bowie
Reading: The Three Musketeers
Watching: The Tudors, True Blood
Eating: Chocolate-chip cookies
I'm not all that great at keeping journals. I don't have the discipline, or even the desire to regularly and dispassionately explain my life to others (or myself). But the journal history on my profile page has been niggling at my mind ever since I got my account here at deviantart, and today I decided it was high time I put something in that empty box. Whether I'll actually keep this journal up in any sort of logical, regular manner is anybody's guess.
It's August 23, and I go back to school on the 28th. My chief occupation for the past five days or so has been boredom, in spite of the fact that I've had several projects going. The most recent of these has been my script for the annual Campus MovieFest that goes on at SDSU; it's a national (and even international, I think) program that travels from school to school over the course of the year. Basically, they come to your campus, set teams up with a laptop, camcorder, cell phone, and tech support (all free!) and give you a week to film a five-minute movie. I did it last year with mixed results; this year I've planned things to be much simpler, although I know from experience, even the simplest of plans can develop snarls and tangles.
In spite of this, however, things have (so far) been going well. The script, after many revisions and re-writings, has (for now) been finalized; I've found a lead actor; I've even set up a recording session for Satie's Third Gnossienne, which is most likely going to be the theme of the movie. Small pitfalls have come up already, but for the most part, it's a waiting game right now: waiting for a response from my lead female actress of choice, for the support staff to email me back so I can register, for school to start so I can sit down with everyone and scout locations.
So for now: I sit with my window open, looking out across my favorite landscape in the world--the mousy brown California hills, bathed in the rusty light of sunset--and listen to the sounds of my neighborhood. This summer I have come to find that even boredom can be pleasant if I can just find my center, and be content with the moment.
So until next entry (and who knows when that will be)--