I bought a new sketchbook today for my birthday today. . for the past couple of years, off and on, I've been carrying sketchbooks with me, to scribble all my ideas down. . .
so, I've been going through my now retired sketchbook, while listening to Soul Coughing, and typing all the ideas for music videos, short films, and features that I've been carrying around for the past year or so. . .
I really like this sketchbook, but I've really beaten the shit out of it. . . and I'm kinda afraid that it's going to start to lose pages. . so I bought a new, smaller sketchbook, one that I can shove into one of my pockets, and carry that much easier. It'll be a welcome addition to my wardrobe, especially since I'll be walking around New York constantly thinking, starting October, when I start at The New York Film Academy. I'm already planning my Oscar acceptance speeches, but I really gotta keep my ego in check. I'm so excited, though. . . I can't wait. . . I can actually feel it in my chest, swelling as I think of it.
I'm getting jittery. . . it's hard to focus on typing. I'm going to fucking film school. I'm scared shitless. . . It's going to be amazing.
Also, Court of Conscience has been WARMLY received by everyone who's seen it so far, barring the incomplete foley. . . I'd like to finish it this week, but I'm feeling kinda burned out on that project. . . I'm sure once I start cranking away at it again, then I'll pick up some of the momentum that I've lost. ..
I feel like I'm in love, but not as warm. . . I just feel good. I can't wait to leave. . .
I'm going to miss this feeling almost as much as the people that I'm going to leave behind, but it actually feels like I'm coming home.