So I don't remember anything

So I don't remember anything else major happening Wednesday night, or Thursday. Friday was the bell trip, and that pissed me off. I mean, it was fun because everyone was there, and it was a great chance to sign yearbooks as well as one of those "last chances together" opportunities. I'm told Project Graduation is one of these as well. Anyone going? I need to turn my stuff in. Anyway, we actually left the dock, which is supposedly quite the opposite of what last year's senior class got to do. The thing that pissed me off was that before we even got on the buses we decided (pretty much everybody) that we'd go instead of cutting because we figured they'd alphabetize the buses and take attendance. Nope. So on the bus we're like "well, they'll take attendance on the boat." Nope. The whole time they never took attendance and had no way of knowing who actually went. But again, it wasn't bad. Although, supposedly Big Gene didn't want us back too early (side note supposedly: they had police at the doors to make sure we didn't get back in?) so they sent the buses all the way down river road to zorn, to brownsboro, to 65. It was f'in bull. We got back at 2:00 instead of 1:10.

That afternoon I set up vague plans for those who would partake in the shooting of my English video project. See, Ms. Collesano (who by the way doesn't hate me, or at least told my sister that she's enjoyed having me in her class and all the PC teacher stuff) gave us this project on postmodernism. So I had a script and everything all ready. Then Nick Mattei (aka Kamel! who never posts anymore) made our plans to see matrix reloaded. Side story. Dr. Morehead actually told us that scholars are praising Matrix Reloaded becaues it is one of the few sequels not to use a colon in the title. I'm sorry, but how do you praise a movie for not using a colon? And then Ms. Collesano's analysis of the matrix in English every red day doesn't help either.

So I saw the movie, and it was good I guess. Here's what I wrote already in a comment though:

Saturday we started filming. I got up at 11:30 (I was supposed to call Iain at 9:00) and showered, and called Iain around 12:00. When I got to his house I open the bag Jay Anderson (props to jay for providing my digital camcorder since my sister didn't bring home ours from college (supposedly it wouldnt' fit in her luggage)) gave me and turns out the power chord I saw in there was not the power chord to the camera. So we had to charge the battery, but I wanted to run on a power chord anyway. So we run to best buy and buy this adapter that has six different plug types and like 12 different voltage settings. Well, the only one we needed was 7.2 and the closest it had was 7.5. After lots of questioning of the best buy employees I thought would know best, we decide it's ok to give the camera an extra 7.5 volts. But lo and behold, when we get back to Iain's house none of the six plug types fit the camera. In the case of the two plugs closest, one was too big and one too small. So we'd been chargint the battery this whole time so it didn't matter.

We started at his house with random shots of his hands, so as not to show his face (Because obviously that is quite seriously postmodern). Then we went and got Amanda at the mall. We went down to Iain's dad's office (which is the Kentucky Art Museum or something like that) and went to the fourth floor to film. We found this wall that was nicely painted all green, and this is good because the scene CAN call for green screen if I wanted it to. We'll see if I can pull off green-screen for my film by Wednesday though. Anyway, we shot all of Grant's stuff first, because he had a date in Lexington and needed to get out of there in an hour (we ended up getting him out in an hour and fifteen minutes, not bad). Anyway, most of the scenes Amanda seduces Grant, and so I now have excellent incriminating evidence against both of them. ehehe.

Grant got out of there and we filmed a few takes of Iain in this office with Amanda as the secretary. Then the battery ran out and we spent an hour goofing around in the office (At one point amanda and I tried hiding from iain but he never came to find us regardless of how much stuff we tried making noise with (like hitting pipes and metal sinks with stuff surely loud enough for him to hear). We figured since he worked there he'd want to make sure we weren't breaking stuff, but after twenty minutes we were getting bored and went back upstairs and he said he figured if he just never came downstairs eventually we'd give up and come back. go figure (iain's no fun). So we only shot a little bit more before the script required Iain's hair being cut.

The next day, I picked up Amanda and we went to Iain's and then went straight to Fantastic Sam's. CLOSED on sundays. So we went to SuperCuts where we flimed the chopping off of Iain's big ass pony tail! I'd post pictures, (Because I flimed it, remember this is for my script) but it's 11:00 and I dont' think anyone will read this before after school tomorrow in which case everyone will have seen the new style anyway. I think it looks good, and that he's needed to do this for a long time. Amanda thought the same thing. We then went back to his house for him to shave (we filmed this too) and then went back to the office and spent a long time shooting the rest of the scenes. IT took forever because Amanda has a hard time keeping a straight face, plus she'd constantly write things on the pieces of paper she'd have to hand Iain in the film and this would make him laugh. Oh, and we'd constantly joke about how the movie was going to turn into a porno.

But when it was finally done, we shot some scenes of Iain getting in and out of his car, and then went to Qdoba and got a girl who was reading a book on a bench to be in the movie and let Iain hit on her and she'd pretend to walk away. Then we did the same in Ear-x-tacy with these two chicks. Finally, we got smoothies, called it a day, and we all went home.

So I've got a lot of editing to do for the movie, and I'll try and make a nice compressed quicktime or wma or realtime version of it as soon as I'm done. Till then, stay tuned.

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