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    I Hear You Knocking Down My Door...

    I Think I'm Cured...

    :: Thursday, August 13, 2009 ::

    I feel like I haven't even had a summer vacation because as soon as I got out, I immediately had to start thinking about Dying From Home. I've just felt so stressed. I've had to deal with that, clearing my room out, and being constantly afraid I'm going to be told to cut one of four yards. Okay, the last one is childish, I just HATE cutting the grass SO MUCH. I just hate doing something over and over again the same way. It's so boring. Plus, I sweat like a crazy person. It's just always miserable.

    But anyways. I'm just at a complete loss as to what to do for DFH in terms of how to renovate (If that's even applicable here) Love Valley. I really, really don't want to be pissed at Scott and Keenan for asking for the first weekend out (Which is just a little over a month away!) without asking me, but I am. Like, who knows when I'm even going to get the budget for my film? It's ridiculous. The script isn't locked yet (A month out!). I had about two months to throw In Passing together. Well, this is a tad bit harder than In Passing and it's ONE MONTH OUT. I just. . .do not know what to do. I feel like I can't build because a.) money, b.) manpower, and c.) time, but if I can't build, what do I have to do? Dress a fucking set? And that tavern location will not work. I think that's my biggest problem. Love Valley is great, but it just doesn't have everything we need.

    The fact the Love Valley is an HOUR DRIVE AWAY FROM WINSTON also worries me. I can't ask my crew to drive out there every day, and I certainly can't either, but we can't use the budget (Which, oh! Is getting cut from 5000 to 3500, fucking GREAT) for gas.

    I just. . .hate this fucking school sometimes. A lot of the times, actually. I wish I could just do a thesis project now. I think I'm just going to finish this film, be done with school, and bury my head in some metal work and work on getting an internship with Disney's Imagineering department or something.

    :: Nick Thursday, August 13, 2009 [+] ::
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