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[Jan. 12th, 2008|02:19 am] |
Weird sleep schedule again. Slept from 7 to 11:30 tonight, and now have been awake for a few hours. Had weird dreams recently too, last night was something about a huge city and Toucans, tonight was about shopping and a huge six legged robot with machine guns.
Mad stressed about school work. I have so much shit to get done this weekend. 360 drawings by Wednesday, a huge film essay, and my complete storyboard.
By Summer I will be foaming at the mouth. My spacebar no longer works on this. |
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[Jan. 9th, 2008|07:04 am] |
Staying up all night to complete your storyboard because you did now do it the entire Christmas break is a bad/good idea. I'm tired as fuck at the moment but I have about 5 pages of notes and drawings to support my new film idea. Thank god everyone else in that class is a lazy ass too and NOBODY did anything over break.
Tonight is Kid Koala; if can make it all night and live through 12 hours of class the next day I'm sure I'll survive another few hours of awesome drunk trumpeting.
New film idea is rad too. I'm saving my friend Vending Machine for next year or this summer, and I think I have a good idea of what I'd like to do for 3rd year. I'm stoked on today. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2008|01:23 pm] |
Man, I just finished the English Patient and it just about killed me. What a romantic epic! He walks across a fucking desert for her.
I'm feeling a bit like a romantic cripple.
Thank god for Tom Waits; he blames his heart condition on too many failed relationships. I imagine him walking across the desert broken hearted trying to make sense of where he went wrong. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2008|03:50 pm] |
Been spending alot of time inside recently. It's cold outside today and I'm not really feeling all that great.
I've met lots of new people though weirdly enough. School just opened again today :) I'm going to go into see people tomorrow afternoon. I'm stoked to see them all.
I think I should call Nate too. I need help brainstorming ideas for this short story I'm writing. |
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[Dec. 21st, 2007|01:25 am] |
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[Dec. 7th, 2007|09:12 pm] |
Waldo Waldini was born and raised in the suburbs of Hampstead, London, on September 27th 1969 to parents Susan Phisher and Martin D. Waldini.
Through the 1970's Waldo spent his adolescence attempting to gain acceptance from his father Martin, who, at the time, was a well known philanthropist and writer. Waldo was a lonely child, spending much of his early childhood alone in his bedroom clipping articles from his mother's copy of The Encyclopedia Britannica and dreaming of the day he would travel to his hearts content.
He'd often thought of distant places where he could escape the rigid upbringing that defined his childhood. Regardless of his reclusion he was a surprisingly good natured child and often delighted in hiding his belongings in public.
His mother was a noted physician and inventor.
In the 1980's Waldo took an active interest in New Wave Punk music, and was often seen sporting a B-52's lunch box.
In his teens he developed a taste for bran muffins and spent many hours at the cinema obsessing over Jean-Luc Godard.
In the summer of 1989 Waldo ran away from home to travel. Inspired, he left for the Mediterranean. A year later he met his first girlfriend Wilma Handford who was working at a bookstore in Narbonne, France. Their relationship lasted for ten months while they traveled the South Pacific but dissipated shortly afterwards when Waldo left her for her twin sister Wenda. He and Wenda only briefly dated; in 1991 while off the coast of Papau New Guinea Wenda left him for a Nubian sailor she met after a terrible sailing accident that left her right leg lame for the rest of her life.
In his early twenties he joined a group of self-indulgent iconoclasts poets who spent their waking hour hosting coffee shop readings and night time raiding missions to remove crucifixes from public places.
At 27 he met his third girlfriend Barb. Barb was a 26 year old film school dropout and aspiring writer working at a small cinema in Brussels. They hit it off instantly moving to TriBeCa, and are now expecting their first child sometime early to mid 2008.
Waldo lives and works in New York city as a writer and photographer. His currently work features documentation of inner city street pigeons as well as on-the-spot beat box poetry. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2007|12:18 pm] |
Whats the word for when you start seeing shit because you stay up too late working on a boring paper?
Phantasmagorical?
I just had a phantasmagorical expirience. Uhhhg.. I hate writing papers. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2007|11:41 pm] |
This will work in about 15 minutes.. come back if it's being stupid.
I had to free the fish.
They looked so cold, |
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[Nov. 10th, 2007|05:50 pm] |
This really freaks me out. Whe did I meet so many people?
The coolest thing about going through this list is that I generally have nice things about everybody here. I don't thinkthere is a single asshole out of the whole group of them.
Missing you guys back home |
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[Nov. 4th, 2007|12:01 pm] |
I think this is why people don't envite me outside. |
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