twin·kLe ('twi[ng]-k&l)

Having A Hard Time Adjusting...

I'm having a really hard time adjusting :-(

You know me, I am a literary prose writer. I write novels. I bullshit my way through a plot or a storyline or whatever. Screenwriting is just so different. It's like you're constrained and you're choked in to a tiny space where there is no room for expression and bullshit, and any form of creative writing is actually frowned upon.

"Overwriting," they call it.

Humbug.

Screenwriting is so concise. So sharp. So crisp. Direct-to-the-point no beating around the bush kind of shit.

I'm still having a hard time adjusting, but aside from that, everything else here is fine. Film class is kinda dull & boring. Have to prop up matchsticks on my eyelids just to keep awake, specially through the dreaded 3rd or 4th hour...*shivers*

So far, out of all my classes, I find Editing the least unbearable. The other classes just seem to go on and onn and onnn and fucken onnnn. At least with editing, you get to do your own shit. more room for creative license. more thinking and more direct, hands-on kinda creativity. which is what i originally came here for.

I was not born for the classroom.

I am one of those people who cannot bear being caged for long periods of time.

I Met Jesus At The Tiki Bar...And He Told Me To Quit Smoking

Today I asked Jesus for a stick of cigarette. He told me he had quit smoking--for 3 weeks now--and since then has felt more healthier and he could breathe easier too. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say sorry for being out, and he took his bottle of beer and walked on the beach towards the horizon.

 

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That night got me thinking. As I lay in bed inhaling through my tar-laden lungs, I can't help but ponder how much impact Julian (Jesus) had on me. Is it because I found so much wisdom and logic in the simplicity of his deliverance? Or is it because he looks so much like Jesus Christ, so I felt as if the sovereign Lord himself has come down to warn me about the perils of smoking and the joy of quitting--face to face.

Whatever. It was a slap on the face (like a--WAKE THE HELL UP, REGEENE & smell the flowers & not tobacco!!!)

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When WAS the last time I expanded my diaphragm to a full set of fresh healthy air? I almost feel depressed when i try to remember what it was like during my PRE-smoking era.

WHat IS it like to breathe like a kid again..?

The deterioration of the lungs is so gradual you hardly notice it...like a frog that slowly cooks to its death in a pot brought slowly to a boil.

I mUSt escape before the capitalists of the tobacco industry tighten their grip.

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So there. I said to myself, maybe I should try this "no more smoking" kind of thing..and not just occasional, i mean for GOOD.

GOOD luck to me on that.