Currently I’m sitting in the student lounge waiting for my second class (half hour from now). Everyone in my camera group is asleep. Ashley in a chair, Sid on the floor and Andrew with his head on the table. Is the stress getting to them? I feel it. I’m not asleep because I can’t conk out in the middle of the day, but I feel the stress. It’s only getting harder from here, shot after shot, story after story, day after day.
A side story that I have to record somewhere: My first outing with my fellow film production students was to ICA for an Anish Kapoor exhibit. I was wearing this t-shirt I got from Old Navy. ON didn’t have a very good collection this year. (HA! Like it’s high fashion or some shit). The problem being that every shirt was retroy and they all had “Los Angeles” or “New York” on them. Which is cool…if you’re from anywhere other than the Northeast, where the Celtics had just beat LA in the NBA Finals and where the Yankees are always hated. That being said I did end up finding one shirt I liked: A white shirt with a black tv that’s screen was a pink swirl (like the stereotypical hypnosis swirl). So here I am walking around the main exhibit room and one of the museum overlookers (minicurator? arthistorymajor?) comes up to me. I try hard to shy away from the stereotype he was showing so I’ll just explain what he had on: Black sweater, black skinny jeans, Black Chuck’s, and black horned rim glasses, I’m pretty sure he could fit into a size 1 (makes me a little jealous, I won’t lie). So there he is, staring at my shirt, which makes me wonder a little bit because I didn’t think the shirt showed off my man-boobs, but that thought goes out the window when he starts squinting as if there’s some hidden meaning. I’m convinced that if I could do a cartwheel I would be able to make that TV twirl, and have him under my control (tell everyone here how pretentious you are! When I snap my fingers you’ll want to be a plumber!). He’s ready to talk:
“What’s that?” [indicating my shirt]
“Uh, It’s just a shirt, nothing special” [I'm not trying to be a dick here, I just didn't know what to see to that]
[nodding, squinting] “Where did you get it”
“Old Navy”
[lack of squiting followed by...] “Ohhh” [steps back, nodding]
Fin.
Well, that’s it for now.
