Hey, guys. Here’s an update on a previous story I posted about. Remember when I made the announcement that Johnny might be shooting one of his upcoming movies in Wisconsin? I’ve got news for you, he is… or at least I think/hope so.
The film in question is called Public Enemies in which Johnny plays John Dillinger. The crew will be shooting a scene this month in Milwaukee (they’ve found a bank there that’s perfect for the scene they’re going to shoot) , and they’re shooting also in Columbus, Wisconsin as well. The film is directed by Michael Mann (director of Miami Vice , Ali , and Collateral) and distributed by Universal Pictures.
In addition, two other films are shooting in Wisconsin as well. The films are Blue World (which is shooting in Milwaukee) and a film whose title I can’t remember as of late.
So I get a call from the bank the other day. Apparently someone got hold of my credit card number. they used it to buy a $2,000 dell laptop and a bunch of iPods and ended up mazing out my credit card. However they did not have the correct expiration date and that is what raised the red flag for my credit card company. The bank covered all the fraudulent charges.
I have this group of people at my schol who love smash and use cheats to strengthen their skills. When I challenged them, I played with no cheats and won. I was like, “okay, it goes like this. Either I use cheats and I’m indestructible, or you don’t and you just plainly suck.”
This is not exactly a good story but I need to vent and if I vent elsewhere I’ll be ignored as usual but at least if I post here I’ll have some sort of chance.
I was waiting for my teacher to come to class, so my friends and I were talking and complaining to one another about how we can’t get our paintings done, usual banter. And the teacher’s assistant (this is after weeks of muttering bad things under his breath and to some of our faces) drops in on our conversation and tells me that if I can’t tell the difference between light and dark (never said I couldn’t) that I must be retarded and I should drop the class. He also hurled at me some more insults; my friends were way too shocked to say anything … somewhere along the line he randomly said “At least I’m not the one who’s fat” as if that had anything to do with it.
Yes, I’ve had bad classes and bad teachers and dealt with them and was willing to deal with this one as well. Apparently the assistant revealed the teacher’s true feelings since when the teacher comforted me he told her “why don’t you just tell them the truth??” and denied everything he had ever said to me.
I filled out a report and luckily got into another painting class with the nice teacher that spoke to us.
I feel like such garbage right now, and if I didn’t know not to let the things people say get to me like that, I would’ve gone and committed suicide. I’m so lucky this incident didn’t occur in high school, because chances are I would no longer be here.
I hate myself for crying because I’m sick of being emotional that way. I didn’t even tell my mother what happened because I’m afraid I’ll start crying all over again. It’s bad enough I’m starting to right now as I’m writing this.
I’m so glad to have gotten this out.
I won’t let his words deter my plans to become any sort of artist, but it really hit me hard. I know not all people in this world are like this and despite the sorts of garbage I’ve had to put up with throughout my entire life, I still hold on to that hope that there are good people in this world.
Once you have bonded with some people who share the same kind of passion you got, it can go a long way. Today, we have had our opening night, and we used so many methods to get peoples energy and focus going. One person said,
“Your talent is a gift God gave to you. How you use it is your gift back to God.”
Yeah, I know- because if you’re creative you’re bound to be a little crazy- it can’t be helped. I heard my teacher had gotten enough complaints that there is a spy in the class posing as a student to find out if the stories are all true, but with her assistants around they may find out who it is and we’ll all be proven wrong about her …
I feel so stupid. I was reading your above post, Bill, and once I read, “I was in a car accident today”, I thought “Oh, no! Did he survive?” And then I think about that for a while, and realize, “Come on, A113, are you that stupid? If he’s still on Pixar Planet, he’s obviously alive.”
I’m glad you’re all right, Bill. A friend of a friend of mine recently died in a car accident.
Yesterday, I got into a fight with some guy at another school because my twin brother beat him in a tennis match so badly. Fists were flying everywhere. Good thing I bailed before anyone got us.
Yesterday when I went to school with the bus at 6:55am (my parents were working since 6am), I saw my fathers car in front of our house, which made me wonder. When I asked my father after school about this, he didn’t answer. Later we drove past the workplace of my parents. I windered and ask my father. He told me that my mother was already at home because she was still on vacation. I almost died of laughter about this. Who has ever heard of someone coming back too eraly from vacation?^^
Well, contrary to my near-suicidal depression explained in my last post, I’ve become more jolly lately. Which is why I always hold on through my bouts of depression, because eventually life sorts itself out. And if it weren’t for my novel (my reason for living) I’d no longer be here.
Actually I think the reason for my sudden happiness is because I found an old crush of mine … it’d never work out between us, but I thought my feelings had dwindled for him but upon seeing his photo I learned they had not. I feel foolish for those feelings but also … hard to explain, but it feels sorta nice. Sad that it could never really work out though …
Not exactly a story but since no one saw my last post … well, if anyone did, I just wanted to let them know that I’m okay, if they were wondering.
Glad to see you’re better now, FONY. And don’t let the whole crush thing get ya down. I’ve had moments myself of getting aggravated by that, especially with my sister getting married in a month.
Okay, something you guys might find amusing… I work at my church as a camera shader (basically I monitor the cameras and make sure what the audience sees on the screens isn’t too bright or too dark). During the songs, we have what are called “jumpbacks” - visual ambience screens to set the lyrics against (i.e, light patterns, ribbons, clouds, etc.)
Well, one night, the lighting guys were using a lot of blue during the service, so they told us to use a blue jumpback that looks like bubbles rising underwater. It wasn’t until the final songs that our technical director heard that we were using the bubbles again that he revealed he was clearly tired by it…
TD: desparetely. No! No!! No more bubbles!! Do I LOOK like Nemo?!
Me: Hey, hey! You have something against 'im?? (or something along those lines)
Nobody was technically mad through it, thank goodness. We were pretty much laughing the whole time.
I was on the helm, and the 2nd Mate, Ian, was telling me at what degrees to steer. He tells me to steer at something like 080, and I do so but it takes me a while. He then tells me to steer at something like 150, and I turn quicker and more accurately.
I then said, ‘See, I’m improving!’
He says, ‘Even a blind squirrel will find his nuts one day.’
My dad and I had received some Friendship bread from one of his business friends. Your tidbit of trivia knowledge for the day: Friendship bread is made by the Amish, and only they know the starting ingredients. You get a “starter”, which is the beginning of the necessary ingredients, and you leave it for 10 days. After ten days, you add ingredients (following a recipe) and divide up the starter - you can give it to 3 or 4 people (if I’m correct). You can also make bread. The starter will never wear out - I know of one person who kept it for 10 years. However, if you do run out, you have to wait until someone else gives a starter again, because you don’t know the necessary ingredients.
OK, so it was the tenth day. My mom wasn’t there, so the cooking was up to Dad and me. Our job was to mix and divide the starter properly, as well as make bread. So we’re going along just fine for about 15 minutes, adding milk, sugar, and eggs…until I re-read the recipe. Turns out, we had added the ingredients for “bread” not for “starter”, so the entire package was officially ruined. We had to throw away the extra starters we made, and we agreed to make bread out of what we had left. Problem 2 arises - we don’t have all the ingredients. Throw the starter away, you might say? Never! We’re too stubborn! We run to the store, buy all the ingredients, come back and make the bread. Story over? Not yet. After all of out mistakes and hard work, a process that should’ve taken 30 minutes (or less) took about 1 hour and 30 minutes…we burn the bread.
It still tasted good though.
We get to try again in a few days, because the same person that gave us the first batch is giving us some more.
I was walking down the street and then I saw someone having a yard sale. Being the curious guy I am, I decided to go look. The owner asked if there was anything I wanted, then she started laughing. I was curious, then it hit me. Everything that was on sale were for girl about 13 and younger.
A friend of a friend of mine recently died in a car accident.
