Talking like Holden Caufield.

Hi All!

Apart from the fact that I was able to edit *part* of my newly revised thesis story, I actually didn't get to do much--well, not completely on the count of, I guess, that I *tried* to get things done.

For instance--and I guess I'll just start by recounting the stuff I did yesterday--the DOS at SDA Scriptwriting Seminar was a unique and awesome experience. So after I left the conservatory and walked that not-as-excrutiating-walk-as-I-thought walk from Main to the CSB-SDA building, I was feeling rather astonished at myself that I was actually going to a seminar, alone, for the first time since I've gotten to college. I think. And when I got there at the lobby, I was having reminiscent thoughts about when I first walked in that building, flanked by people--but this time I was completely alone. And I think that was awesome...in a weird, sad, lonely kind of way.

But so at the lobby the lady at the reception table told me that the Black Box theater was on the 6th floor and when I got to the 6th floor I was channeling my "tourist" spirit because I got lost. I waited for like, three minutes before this man with a walkie-talkie and a blue barong came along and I asked for directions, which were apparently posted on the wall--to my stupidity. So it was one of those moments that I was performing a soliloquy in my head, and I felt like one of the female protagonists in all those lovely Jdoramas that I watched--which was funny in my head because there was totally no one around that knew me and they all probably thought I was crazy on the count that I was grumbling to myself and looking around as if I've never seen white walls before.

So I got there and there were a number of people waiting outside--and eventually they started letting people in and I saw a friend of mine who introduced me to this guy that she had just met a few minutes earlier--which was cool because one of my personal goals was to meet people. We went in the Black Box--and I always thought that the name was just a fancy title, kind of like how they name bars and places like that--but I suddenly remembered what Professor Sangil said when sometimes you have to think "inside the box", in a way, and take things literally. It turns out, the Black Box...was, indeed, a very very very black box. If it hadn't been for the red heads that they set up in there, it would have been pitch dark--and I thought that that place was probably what the inside of Azkaban looked like. It was scary, I couldn't even tell where the very very cold temperature was coming from--it was like dementors were surrounding me. Then my friend told me that our thesis mentor told us to take down notes of the seminar and it might probably count as practicum hours. I was skeptical, but why the heck not, I was already there and all.

The seminar started and this elder man of about 55 or so introduced the main speaker of the seminar. The older man's name was awesome--his name was Don Jose Rodriguez-Rodriguez and he was the head of Institito Cervantes and he introduced the main speaker, Director Angeles Gonzales Sinde (who has written more films--around 13 to 15--versus the 3 films that she directed) who won Goya--which is what Don Jose Rodriguez-Rodriguez said to be the Spanish Oscars--for Best New Director for her La Buena Estrella. She looked nice, but as we were given scenes to actually direct and act in (darn--it was a workshop! not a seminar) we were all kind of thinking--well the group of people that took me in their group (sorry, I can only remember Micah, Thomas and Dan)--were all starting to think that Ms. Sinde was really hard core.

In anycase, we actually didn't get to do our scene on the count of she broke down the three scripts that went ahead of us--one of which was actually really cool seeing as the actors were great and the stories--which were also written by students--were equally awesome. There was actually this one guy there that reminded me horribly of someone I know and so I couldn't stop staring at him because they looked and moved and *sounded* so alike. I was starting to wonder somethi---anyway.

So DOS in SDA ended ar around 5:40, 40 minutes after it was supposed to end. And so I stood outside of SDA for a while...

And when I got home the first thing I did was, although I was sleepy, turn on my laptop to talk with my mom--oh and of course this was after I sleepily ate dinner--tinola (I cut my last session of Noli for the seminar, I hope the tinola wasn't a bad omen or anything). And together we worked on editing my sotry--which I still haven't finished the whole summary of and will do right after I type this entry seeing as I'm getting kind of detailed in telling this story...

And then I went offline with my mom at eleven o'clock because I was getting really sleepy but I still wanted to work on my vlog that I wasn't able to upload the day before with the cosplay pictures, that I couldn't upload because of the fact that my laptop is screaming "low on virtual memory" at me, when I know that Toshi (my laptop) is lying to me--I know for a fact that he still has 30GB left in him so why scream that to me, does he not like videos or something? In anycase, I decided to edit in the desktop instead and for some reason I can't delete the footage that I've captured on my laptop so that kind of sucks. And then I finished editing everything at around 12:30 and even then it wasn't done because I still had to render it and then compress it in Windows Movie Maker--which actually still hasn't happened because I lost my patience.

So instead I was fortunate enough to catch John Green live on blogtv--which was awesome because it was live,duh, and he read the entire prologue of Paper Towns which he actually already did in a Brotherhood2.0 video but it was fun to watch anyway. I was only in the waiting room with about a hundred more Nerdfighters but I couldn't get in. Then John said that nerimon was watching his show at that moment from the main room and he was having a show right after his so instead of waiting around to get in the main room which I know would never happen, I went over to nerimons blogtv channel instead where I was lucky enought to get IN the main room. Then he played a couple of his Trock songs with their band which was cool because I've never heard any of their songs and listening was very cool indeed--I joined in on the chat and he actually read my message about never having heard any Trock song before--and that was pretty awesome. Really. He was with his girlfriend too, the mysterious girlfriend that John (Jean, I mean you) and I have not seen until yesterday (not at the same time though)--and so I sent John (Jean, I still mean you) and email containing some pictures to show her.

So anyway, nerimon also continued reading Paper Towns from where John (and this time I mean John Green) left off--meaning he read Chapter One and it took 40 minutes, according to him when he was done. I was shocked because by this time I checked the clock and it was already 2:30am. I kind of cursed--albeit softly and quickly said goodbye and went off to bed. But of course, this wasn't before I was able to make a video to show that I was actually hearing nerimon live. HAHA.

I'm going to end here now because my mom is now online so we can finish talking about my thesis summary which I hope my mentor will read today--and hopefully approve, but I've prayed for it. And then I'll be off to class in like 30 minutes. I'm currently sitting in the cybernook of our library--and thats a place where there are computers for the students to use--and this term I've been spending a heck of a lot of time here.

Anyway, after class I'll just be heading home, straight away and watching Harry Potter movies--of course, that is after I take an hour long nap to catch up on sleep.


And then of course I will attempt, for the third time, to upload that cosplay video from Sunday's big day. Darn it, please upload this time.

Nerimon: Byyyeeee~

P.S. In reference to my blog title, I suggest to type in "Catcher in the Rye" to find out who Holden Caufield is, because if were really him and you didn't know who he was, he'd say "i don't really give a crap if they know me or not--its not like i'm some big-shot, steriod-pumped, chisled-jaw, no brained ass anyway." And that would mean, you've been PWNED.

P.P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, KAT! I would have said it sooner but I've been having memory problems lately.