Nevermind.

Yeah, finally.
52. Create a demo reel of undergrad work --HERE--> http://youtube.com/watch?v=jleIhXluN_E
52. Create a demo reel of undergrad work --HERE--> http://youtube.com/watch?v=jleIhXluN_E
52. Create a demo reel of undergrad work --HERE--> http://youtube.com/watch?v=jleIhXluN_E

The rest of my work is linked-to from that video but you can check the mess out at:
http://youtube.com/user/ChelseaEel

Tonight I saw a friend's senior fashion show. Last night, another friend's film premiered at a real theater. So impressed. I have been working on my demo reel for prospective employers. My last work screened at the University? Questionable, sap-suckery with no technical skill. The majority of my projects? Would have benefitted from a healthy dose of tweaking. Meanwhile, none of my things were ever screened as special thesis pieces. Its the same thing I've been thinking about for a while, like how I should have attended art & design instead of film & video because I'd still have been able to attend film and video but probably have gained more confidence at a & d. But lets be honest, my inability to draw may have stunted it the same way I felt stunted camera-side.

Bottom line: I need to make new things. I need to create and share my work.

Also tonight I was called out, maybe. Allegedly there are rumors going about, and by default I am the rumor-maker. Normally, I would feel guilt or triumph, but on this rare occasion I am quite hurt. I didn't say anything to anyone. Its so strange to worry so much about what people think, especially when you didn't really worry so much a little while ago. The other night I met up with a bunch of friends, but left early because it really wasn't my scene. I don't think I was ever a part of it, but occasionally I dress up and chat at the right table. I was wearing black stretch pants and a tee shirt. Not really dressy at all.

Bottom line: I need to leave this whole Ypsilanti-Ann Arbor thing. I need to meet new people.

A few weeks ago I was given the threat of being called The Bakery. I won't elaborate too greatly but know that The Bakery eats family-sized bags of Cheetos at a local gym, while giving away cheese-stained basketballs to patrons. The Bakery is the opposite of small. I was told, "No offense, but fat people..." Additionally, I was told I should start working out or face the frightening possibility of being the next to cut my wrists with chili-can lids. My first thought is that this person really shouldn't be considered my friend anymore. It was worse when the homeless man was refused change and hollered at me a half block down, shouting, "Ooh yeah! I meannnn it! You're so hot! Damn! Let me get that!"

Bottom line: I need to work out more. I need to eat healthy like its my job.

every crawling space

#95 blog with pictures for a month
Uh-huh...
( The Long List, Again )

And Happy Birthday to my friend, DCB!
And Happy Birthday to Billy Corgan!
( May the wind be at your back... )

#88 Be approachable.

Yeah funny how not being in school makes this infinitely easy for me...hmmm

I did it!
89 tasks to go!
and...
884 days to get it all done in
(#93...upload to a flickr...)
check me out:
http://flickr.com/photos/seaetea/

Honestly, I'm a little too lazy for socialism, I'd say I'm a libertarian.

You are a Social Liberal (83% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (13% permissive) You are best described as a: Socialist (13e/83s) You exhibit a very well-developed sense of Right and Wrong and believe in economic fairness. loc: (124, -138) modscore: (8, 50) raw: (1148) Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

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Or is it shame?
I didn't show up the hole.
I didn't even show up myself.
Seven minutes here doesn't make it there.
In heaven, as you might be wondering...

I didn't seduce.
I didn't chat him up.
I didn't even see him.
Where did your office go?

No new job
Rock the shocka
Didn't manage raw
Or start anew
Or even finish THE app.

Sucking it up
Frickin lemons
(supposedly make you taste good and cure women's troubles...who knew?)

If I was a little more productive, I would have a blog, I think.

Since I don't, I have the next best thing: useful links from OPB:
Other Peoples' Blogs: (clearly I would use lots of colons in my blog)

Rocky Relationship Advice: Perfect for Valentine's Day:
http://galadarling.com/article/is-your-lover-good-for-you

Hot Bonnarroo Pics: I had no idea the ladies went topless at this thing:
http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=Bonnaroo

Hype Machine: A blog machine for music:
www.hypem.com

Hot New Machine: Perfect for My Valentine's Day:
http://www.wired.com/culture/lifestyle/commentary/sexdrive/2008/01/sexdrive_0118

neverending...the snow, the commute, unmentionables
still not making the grade
bionic burgers for lunch

once a week on Wednesdays
I go and show up the asshole
but this week I'm feeling weak
and what?

so many good plans for this week
so little effort put in
so little got out
so will he be in his room?

my skin is dry, my face is numb
stealing lyrics from the punk band that was
anemic raw vegan hemophiliac killer whale

I want to paint spirals on my titties
and shower beneath a giant shroom
tripping billies, holes in a paper heart,
and over my own two feet

fuck the naysayers and the soothsayers
and the yes men and no bitches
sorry gals,
and all the pretentious fashion victims
(hipster is the new hipster again, again)

I'll show him
I'll seduce him
I'll do it all and have it all
and get a job
watch me

You can't force a friendship.


(More cryptic entries to come)

This morning, I bit into my Sunkist orange, as I always do, to start the peel. My coworkers were appalled as I ran to the sink, made dying sounds and washed my tongue. The peel tasted like paint!

I told them, they looked at me like I was crazy. Then, I finished hand-peeling the orange. The whole peel smelled like wall paint. Or the thinner you mix with it. My supervisor barely sniffed it and said it did not.

So I grabbed a section. Again, the damn thing smelled like paint. You'd think I'd get it by now. But no, I ate the section. So foul. Just like paint and a teeny bit of citrus.

Yes, I know what paint tastes like, I've tasted it on many occasions by accident, and once for a film project, when I stuffed a condom full of gray paint in my mouth. (It was tied up, but I hadn't cleaned the spillout at the edge of the sleeve...sick!)

After a little bit of shouting (sorry!) I convinced other workers to smell the citrus. They agreed, it was painty. The orange was a beautiful color, which is what motivated me to choose it.

Of course, the whole time I was thinking about this article where they were discussing orange growers who now dip their oranges in dye to make them more appealing. Wish I could find the article. I contacted Sunkist.

Yay me, I cleaned out the sheets/bedding cupboard! Hotshit!

This is really a story about high school, Smashing Pumpkins, and France trip. And At The Drive In.
( The Mars Volta!! )