Get it. Get. It.

Oooohh it's been a while.

I am currently on my way back to ye olde Flaaarda. Which is pretty exciting despite the slight annoyance of this layover in "Chaaalston", y'all. It's freezing in here and I'm seeing an usually high amount of armed service soldiers today. Well, three, but that's still a bit much. At least it's not the Memphis airport which smells like barbecue.

I could really go for a nap omigodilovepeoplewhotravelwithnothingnotevenasuitcaseorabookor
evenabuddyIjustsawsomeonelikethatanditmakemeincrediblyhappy because I didn't sleep last night because I'm a jackass and decided that partying with Jackie and Libs was more important than not throwing up on my plane. There are Wheel eggs and toast just a-gurgling away in my tum. It was a good idea at the time but now I regret it. Whatever, last night was stressful, I totally deserve some fucking eggs and toast. My nerves were frayed to nothing due to my fear of loud noises and the idea that fireworks are RAINING FIRE down on the earth and you never know, I might catch on fire or something on top of a run in with the cops because my idiot friend Griffin decided to light off illegal fireworks in his back yard. In the middle of town. No one was pleased, least of all Jackie who was wigging out in the basement.

Funnier story, an acquaintance of mine totally bit it in the door way into Griffin's house. We turned around and there he was, passed out with his head in the kitchen and his feet on the deck. Stupid thing is, he totally didn't have a buddy, and you should always have a buddy. Even if you're not drinking, you should have a buddy in case something terrible happens, like you pass out in a doorway, break your glasses, throw up three times, and open your sad, broken heart to three girls who you barely know who just think the whole situation is funny. Well, Jackie and I thought it was funny, Libby was sad and concerned. Bless her heart.

I'm bouts to get on a motherfucking plane. I'm outie 5000.

-Cath

Sunshine

Well, we've determined that it rains a whole fucking lot in Flaarda.

But I'm taking heart, Brooke, Alicia and Justin are coming home today. And we get our loan checks, which is pretty cool. Even if i don't get the full amount, I have a plan B. I just hope my dad is on board.

Nonetheless, I'm hopeful today. I've already had a pretty good start, sleeping late, drinking coffee, talking to my Bully about tea for about 20 minutes. Good morning...

Yeah, just a quick update about what a good day I'm having.

It's cloud season, look outside: www.myspace.com/johnmichaelwilliamplatter. His best song and one of my favorites ever.

I was just a phantom passing by

oh jeeze, I suck at posting on this.

Commercial yesterday kicked ass. Things like shoots make me realize that I can't imagine myself doing anything else with my life. Being a first AD was cool, mostly because Alicia was my director, so.. there's that. We're a pretty good team, and when you add Brooke as our DP, we're pretty much unstoppable. I'm excited for the free form which we shoot next Monday and Wednesday. I'm the script supervisor, so I just need to pay a lot of attention to detail and take a lot of notes.

But Nikki gets here in about 2 days. I'm not sure, people count that stuff differently. Her plane lands on Wednesday at 11.40 pm. So.. there's that. I've been feeling kind of low energy these days, so she's coming on a perfect week to cheer me up. And it doesn't hurt that I don't have class until Saturday. Weeeeee!

K, I'ma bounce.

Hey, I like this song, you should too: Oh My God- Ida Maria
Things I need to do this week: 0
Taking a lot of naps: Priceless

Coin operated what?

hey friends.

quitting smoking is kicking ass. I'm not actually quitting, but I've only smoked on cigarette since I've been allowed to. so.. there's that.

anyways, follow the group blog I'm involved in: HAADCORE
It's pretty cool, we all picked different days of the week and blog about something. so... follow that shit!

Day of the week I blag on: Tuesday
Song you should listen to today: I Need a Life - Born Ruffians
Number of days until Pineapple arrives: 6ish

LinearBezierHold

I'm having a rough morning.

It's only been two days, but I'm all headachey, and my tummy hurts. Poo on nicotine.

This is only worth it when Alicia says it.

Days Smokeless: 2
Song stuck in my head: Go Ahead - Rilo Kiley
Number of times I've checked my Twitter since 9 am: 6

Smoklahoma?

Bets are a funny thing. The fact that we will accept favors or money on the outcome of an unknown constant. Today I made a bet with Alicia that if I quit smoking for a week, she will repeat, on cue a catch phrase that Justin and I are trying to popularize. Basically, every day that I don't smoke I can simply say her name and she will say, "Ohhh, you dis him" in a ridiculous voice and cadence. The main enjoyment I hope to get out of this is hearing Alicia say things in a silly voice. But I think it will be good for me to quit smoking for a week to get out of the habit of smoking so much. But we'll see how I feel in a few days.

I'm pretty excited about it.

Also, there is a 50/50% chance that I'll either go to Oklahoma with Brooke or Connecticut with Bill to see Avery. So either way, I'll be having a super week.

Will post later this week to let you know what's happening with the not smoking thing.

Particular song for today: When You Love Somebody - Fruitbats
Days smokeless: 0/7

It's been a while...

I'm sorry... I get distracted.

I hate learning from people I don't respect. This Kevin O'Neil guy is a tool. He talks about actors like they're a different species, like cats or deep sea angler fish. Actors are still humans, we all have the same insecurities. And really, who's to say that actors are more insecure than any other profession? Are accountants infinitely more secure in themselves than actors? Are elephant trainers? If you just talk to an actor like a person, like you would talk to any sentient being, you'll get a great performance out of them. This 'teacher' just keeps belaboring the fact that you have to talk to actors in a specific way with a specific formula, but he talks as if he's above all of this actor bullshit.

Whatever.

Saw Cloud Cult last week. So. Fucking. Good.

Craig Minowa is the MAN. I honestly think he might be a genius.
One of the best parts of the show was the fact that the violinist had no emotion. Just stone faced the whole time. Hahaha.

Anyways... I have a lot to do today. I hate having to fit in 2398753 things into one day. And still try to get some sleep. Mall after class, meeting before/after mall, hang out with Bill (very necessary, may even be priority number 1) and rehearsal at 6. I don't have a lot of time.

Ok, my teacher is still talking, so I'm gonna go and hate him intensely.
Bye!

Michiganders talk like pirates

With the recent merging of our film class with the "other half of the film class" I've noticed a few marked differences in our styles of learning. Many, not all, of the 'other' kids often take notes and look at the slide shows on their laptops along with the teacher, study for quizzes and tests, care about their overall GPA and generally try harder than those of us in the first half of the alphabet. Quite often, you will see Lelly and Brooke, both lovely girls from the other half taking notes and paying attention sitting next to Alicia and myself, who are engaged in ichat and reading a book respectively. I'm not making fun of Brooke and Lelly for being overachievers, I wish I could be that focused, but I'm saying that I simply don't need to pay much attention in class. I can read a book and listen to the instructor simultaneously and pick up on the important points in time to take the quiz and do well on it. Lelly put it to me this way: she said that many of her classmates are more organized and left brained, whereas many of my classmates are more right brained and 'creative'. I don't have a startling conclusion for you, just a note that it will be beneficial in the future to have groups made up of these different mentalities. The more left brained folk can schedule and pay attention to details, leaving us right brained free to discover our vision. Is the reason the other half is like this merely because they've been around each other, and picked up on study habits of the 'overachievers'? And is it the reverse instance for us? I don't know, honestly. I personally pride myself on being an achiever. I achieve.

In other news...
I've been reading a lot about serial killers lately (I always do this, I know, it's weird) and it's increasing my paranoia of 'stranger danger'. I've read many accounts of nurses, those nice ladies who put our IV lines in, who kill their patients, whether out of 'mercy' or just for sexual thrills. This is disconcerting to me, as I have always been a little leery of medical professionals. My mother called me the other night and said that since I'm coming home in a few weeks that she scheduled me for an MRI. The reason is because she think I might have the same brain disease that she had that required surgery. She had Chiari I malformation, which we recently found out might be hereditary. I flatly refuse to get an MRI due to my extreme claustrophobia, to which my mother keeps telling me that they can give me an injection to calm me down. This is a situation which could make me have a panic attack anyway for fear of my nurse killing me. It's a real fear kids, I'm not crazy, that shit happens. Even if I do the MRI (which I will because I know my mother will guilt trip me into it) what if I do have a Chiari malformation? I'd have to get brain surgery. Not only do I have a fear of being put under, I don't have time for brain surgery. I have too much shit to do. I don't even want the comfort of knowing. Ignorance is bliss.

I also just started a book about Ted Bundy, who is a creeeeperrrrr. He killed upwards of 26 young women, often kidnapping them in broad fucking daylight. So scary. Now I really don't trust strangers. They could be the next Ted.

Enough of my maudlin musings of serial killers, I have an easy week. Lab tonight at 5 and I have a meeting with my 'guy', my Storytelling lab instructor, Will Couch about my script tomorrow at 10:20. Shouldn't take too long, leaving me the rest of the day to fuck around. Also, my weekend is almost completely, blissfully free. I only have rehearsal on Sunday from 2-6. Hopefully I'll have more to do than be on book for actors and try to decipher my director's crazy blocking notes.

I've noticed a marked increase of 2 of my vices lately. Smoking cigarettes and smoking.. something else. I should really cut back. Yeah, and spending money has taken a turn for the worse as well. I should cut back on that too.

Now, I've gotten some complaints recently about my accent. We in Michigan are told growing up that we are accentless since newscasters aspire to speak more mid-westerly. I found this hilarious site all about the 'Michigan accent' and it rings very true. I totally say 85% of those things. For instance: "Maahm" = Mom, "aeh Narbor" = Ann Arbor and "Haahkee" = Hockey. Bahaha.

I'll leave you with this: "If your best friend gets it, that's all that matters." - Kathleen Hannah. Now, I'm going to cut my hair.

EDIT: whoa, that's a long-ass post. I can't believe I did that. Congrats to making it all the way. Here, I got you something from Married to the Sea.

In which Cath falls asleep to a CD she's never heard before but has been trying to get around to listening to

Day 1
12:30 first attempt at sleeping.
1:12 awoken by roommate’s sex sounds.
1:15 put on Plans by Death Cab For Cutie.
Fell asleep dreaming of Divine, but this may have been brought on by a John Waters marathon earlier in the day.
2:45 awoken by call from drunken best friend. Talked about trees, sticks, sailor jerry’s and how much we miss each other. Turned off Plans, which happened to be on repeat (ruining my sense of time), to try for a chance at real sleep. Will try again tomorrow.

so fresh and so clean

Tallahassee was legit shit. Sadly, no pictures from my corner, I didn't take my camera on set, seeing how I didn't have enough pockets. But if you watch the Tallahassee episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition in 2 months or so, Bill, Alicia and I might be in it. Painting a bunk bed for a deaf kid. Or something wholesome like that. Also, Bill took some pictures with his fisheye camera, so when he gets those to me, I'll get them here.

Anyway, to stave off my bourgeois anxiety at being possibly evicted, I started fucking around with the camera I got for Christmas (as a replacement for the one I broke mere days after moving to Florida).
















I have to write a story pitch on A Man/Me/Then Jim. I'll let you know how it goes.

Mismanaged Skies

band update band update

She & Him - Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward.

Neko Case of The New Pornographers

Also, BeatBeat Whisper - a brother and sister team

I have so much to do, and I'm not doing it. I have PSF homework. Must fly!

(pictures of Tallahassee tomorrow)

Just Couldn't Tie Me Down

I learn something everyday. Whether a huge piece of information, or a tiny fact in this giant universe.

Today, for instance, I learned that when there are shoes on a telephone wire, it means that heroin is sold on that street. This changes my whole town. McConnell street totally has a pair of shoes on the telephone wires. It's funny, people sell heroin in St. Johns.

Yesterday, I learned that wizard rock shows are not my scene. AT ALL. I'll just stick to being a casual fan on my iPod.

My tummy hurts. I'm going to bed.