Subscribe by Release via RSS 2.0Subscribe by Chronology via RSS 2.0Recent Comments via RSS 2.0

For The Press - A Project Summary

Oct
25

PRESENTATION DAY TWO

Another perfect day…

I’m on two hours of sleep today after a long sleep-deprived day yesterday.

Ryan and I found ourselves waiting around for Patrick. He showed up 45 minutes late. He said he slept through his alarm after being up most of the night doing tests. I was rather annoyed. I did my best to refrain from a confrontation. I just wanted to get down to business. This was difficult. I was already in a sh*@ mood. [my girlfriend] kept me up for most of the night discussing the issues of our relationship. Why does she pick now, when we’re under the gun, to freak out on me?

Anyway, Patrick informed us that he wasn’t able to pull a good key from tests we shot last night. We determined that we needed two things changed. We needed to adjust the exposure and we needed more backlight. We were using Ryan’s laptop to see instant results, but for some reason it wasn’t working worth a damn.

I had promised [my girlfriend] I would take a break and have dinner with her. I really didn’t want to have anything to do with her today, but I love her and I don’t want to have this issue end our relationship, so I needed a few hours tonight to take care of that. We shot some more tests (when we should have been shooting actual footage) until dinnertime.

Patrick took the time to run home and check out the footage on his system and try to pull keys. I went to dinner and tried my best to avoid another argument.

We met back up at the studio around 7:30 tonight. We started shooting my side of the presentation (still unsure if what we were shooting was even going to work). This took a ridiculous amount of time. I was exhausted to start with, and it just seemed like everything was going wrong. Patrick and Ryan were trying to give me notes on my performance and they made absolutely no sense to me. They were contradicting each other. They were pissing me off. What the hell does “you’re talking too fast and you’re energy’s too low” mean? Seriously, WHAT?

The real kicker came at around 2:00 am when we had finally finished shooting my side of things. We’re now at least a half a day behind schedule. We weren’t planning on doing tests this morning and we definitely weren’t expecting to take 7 hours to shoot my side of things. I’m a little worried we’re not going to get his done in our allotted time. I’m worried that the longer it takes, the worse things are going to get with [my girlfriend]. So anyway, I tried to set up a time to meet back in the morning so we could get started and get this thing done. Patrick flipped on me. He was pissed about having to go home and do more tests before he went to bed and then be back at 9:00 am. You know what? I’ve been up for two days straight. I’ve been sitting in front of hot lights repeating the same damn thing over and over again for hours. My girlfriend is driving me insane. I don’t want to be back here at 9:00 am either. F#%$ing suck it up! You made a commitment to do this, and it needs to get done. Deal with it. He’s not showing up at 9:00.

I got home tonight and sent [my girlfriend] a text. She’s out for drinks with [her ex-boyfriend] and some others. If I’m too busy, she’ll find something else to do… I’m going to bed. I hate everyone right now.

3:42 am

tags: , , , , , , ,

  • Digg
  • del.icio.us
  • Google
  • TwitThis
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Technorati
  • Live
  • Reddit

How odd. I hadn’t even noticed until I finally made this post live that Patrick had written his at the exact same time. If anyone was questioning the depth of our partnership, let this serve as proof. Hey Patrick, we were hating each other at the same exact minute in time! I’ve never felt closer to you than I do at this moment. :)



This makes two people that were hating both of you at this time.
:)



But, Ryan, we were both loving you. You were the glue, the thread that held us together, the velcro, the caramel in our corn, the marshmallow in our ricecrispy treat, the… Okay. I’m done now.


Watch Post Comments via RSS 2.0