Schools out, for the summer.

Yesterday was my last day of school...

And it was a very hectic, out-of-control day.

My last final was on Tuesday... So Wednesday, my last day at Augsburg, I had a lot to do before I left.

And if you don't mind, I will now vent about all the things I had to do.

I had an Ignite meeting with an Augsburg Alum at 11, and it went great. She was a studio arts major from Augsburg, so we had a lot in common; it all makes me a little less nervous about the real world when I hear success stories from other Art people... I don't mind being a starving artist, I just don't want to be starving. I'm sure you know how that works.

So after the meeting (one of the few good things about my day), I proceeded to my room around 12:30/1. The plan: write my final two papers from 1pm to 3 pm and then be absolutely done with all homework.

Unfortunately, I got a call at 1:15 because my Lib Letters professor (Bob) needed me to work at the Honors Desk because a lot of people had tests to take before they went home. So much for getting my papers done... I worked at the honors desk from 1:30 to 4:30. I then had a couple minutes to go to my Ignite Job and my blogging job to fill out my time sheets, and then proceed to the science building to get some DVDs to my professor.

Oh and did I mention that I didn't finish packing yet? At 5, I had roughly an hour to pick (which I had PLANNED on doing after i finished my papers at 4) and then my dad showed up and we had to load everything into the truck.

Oh, and then I couldn't find my RA to check out of the building... We didn't get to leave until 7:45.

I got home at 9pm and then ate for the first time that day... It was rough. Oh, and I didn't get to say goodbye to most of my friends, or my girlfriend.

What a fitting way to end the year: being consumed by responsibilities and not being able to do anything else... for some reason that sounds familiar...

AAHHHHH!

TWO MORE DAYS OF CLASSES!!!

AAHHHHH!

I can't take it any more. Stress to the max.

I guess the best way to describe it: You know those cheesy action movies where a bomb is about to go off and the main guy (or girl, to be politically correct) has to cut the red or the blue wire otherwise the bomb will go off and everyone will die?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Yup, that's what i feel like.

And I'm choosin the fricken blue wire. Wish me luck.

Bon Iver was excellently amazingly beyond words.

Also, second Student Government meeting of the new administration tonight... Also the last one of the school year. All is well. We be regulating.

Peace on earth.

Road Trip

So I'm going to Wisconsin today with my three favorite people.

Yup, all the way to Eau Claire.

We're going to see Bon Iver perform his old high school. 10 dollar tickets. Beat that.

We made a cd for the road trip there... Complete with:

Mmm'bop by Hanson
Dirty Pop by Nsync
Some Tom Petty
MGMT
Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind
The Beatles
Bob Marley
Earth, Wind, and Fire
The Police
The Shins
The Killers

Etc...

And so I will leave you with a little bit of Bon Iver magic...




Skinny Love, by Bon Iver

Great Song

What is going on?

Everything is happening at once.

And everything is moving in super-sonic speeds.

And I can't handle it.

So I'm going to slow things down and go to sleep at 9:30 tonight. That's right. 9:30.

And then I'm going to wake up tomorrow at 9 am and do work until my 11:50 class.

I'm going into super-recharge mode tonight.

And, oh, have I got news for you. :)

Easter Break

Katie, my roommate, and I are the only people on campus tonight...

Basically.

Today was the last day of class before Easter Break... So everyone (almost everyone) went home pretty much immediately.

Soo.. therefore, I have no idea what I'm doing tonight.

We might have a pretty nice night, "we're going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don't know, I don't know if we'll have enough time."

(Old School quote :) )

I can't wait until Lindsay comes to pick me up tomorrow afternoon.. I am going home and doing nothing but relaxing. It will be great.

NetFlix

I just signed up for the free NetFlix trial... completely random.

My first 6 movies that I ordered:



Nanook of the North (1922), Robert Flaherty (The first widely successful documentary EVER)






The Flowers of St. Francis (1950), Roberto Rossellini






Umberto D (1952), Vittoria De Sica (If you have not seen The Bicycle Thief, you MUST go rent it now... De Sica is an amazing film maker)





Mamma Roma (1962), Pier Paolo Pasolini






Seven Samurai (1954), Akira Kurosawa







Raging Bull (1980), Martin Scorsese

Master Clas with Director Ramin Bahrani

I'm either busing/biking to the Walker in a couple hours...

That's right. I'm skipping class.

I'll let you know what's up.

I am an Idiot

Tonight Jasmine says to me as Aaron, Katie, Radford and I are walking to Chipotle, "I have to go to some film thing tonight for my Farsi class... It is at the Walker"

I say, "Oh... yeah. I got invited to that because I'm a film major.. I don't think I'm going to watch the movie tonight though... I have to study for one of the most important tests I've had this year (Microeconomics...). I am leaving class early to go to the Walker tomorrow though... the same director is giving a class and Augsburg Film majors get to attend at a discounted price of 7 bucks..."

So Jasmine and Claire go tonight.

I stay at Augsburg and study for Micro.

I AM SOOOO FRICKIN STUPID!

While sitting here looking at X's and Y's, I think, "Maybe I should look up what time that whole film thing is tomorrow..."

So I check my e-mail, and guess who the director is: RAMIN BAHRANI


(He's in the center of that picture http://images.nymag.com/anniversary/40th/twothousandfortyeight081006_250.jpg)

He is basically the up and coming film maker and he is at the Walker tonight showing his films.... The more I sit here and look up stuff about him, the more pissed off I get at myself...

From Cinemawithoutborders.com (http://www.cinemawithoutborders.com/news/127/ARTICLE/1383/2007-11-03.html) :
"I see every film as its own entity. It begins and ends with itself. we must accept that i am making films about how the majority of people in this world live, and we must also accept that this majority is utterly ignored by Hollywood and independent film (or belittled and exploited by using famous rich actors to play the roles of the economically poor in order for said actors to try and win awards)."

I could not agree with him more!

From NYmag.com:
Ramin Bahrani, Filmmaker, 33
Columbia grad Bahrani has already defined himself on the international film scene with three landmark pieces of street cinema. Man Push Cart mythologizes the day-to-day life of a midtown Pakistani street-cart vendor. Chop Shop captures the hardscrabble survival of two Latino street kids in Queens. His latest, Goodbye Solo, follows a Senegalese cabdriver through North Carolina—and just won the critics’ prize at Venice. Bahrani’s startlingly assured films—often featuring amateur actors—are the next chapter in the urban ethnic story told in turns by Lumet, Cassavetes, Scorsese, Allen, and Lee. This Iranian-American New Yorker is poised to redefine polyglot New York cinema.

I am going to walk to the Walker tonight and see his last film if I have to go by myself. Microeconomics can wait.

Liberating Letters Trial

I'm sitting in my Liberating Letters class as I type....

I am on the Defense defending the Devil... The charge:

"In this honorable court of letters, the Hesser House Firm charges the rebellious falling angel Lucifer (i.e. Satan, the Devil, etc.) for taking and corrupting the soul of Dorian Gray"

Which I personally think is ridiculous... I will explain later.

Phillip Kaup, one of the people kind of in charge of the Honors program, is playing Dorian Gray... And he keeps making references to his beauty, whoring himself around, etc...

It is quite funny. Even yesterday he was making sexual advances to some people in the class while two women stood next to him and fed him grapes at the witness stand.

I'll let you know what happens.