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12 hour day at school. I am sort of dead. (Brainsss.)

Got my first difficult assignment in Video class - 60 seconds of footage of what the city's Historic Center means for the youth today, with music. It sounds easy, but seeing that I don't own a video camera, that I don't know shit about editing programs (not even the lousy windows movie maker, and we're supposed to use Adobe Premier... Anyone knows how to use it? Please?) and pretty much know squat about recording in general... well. It isn't.

In any case, we also analyzed this fantastic Swedish music video (Stakka Bo - Killer), which seriously made my mouth water, from a designer's point of view. I also love my teacher for making the same sounds of delight I was making - taking in breaths through your teeth, you know? Watch it, it's reminiscent of Stranger Than Fiction.

In other news, that Sam/Dean fic is up to 5800 words already and by now it is the largest thing I've ever written. Yay!

And now I shall SLEEP. Or something. *dies*

Well it appears I no longer own black nail polish. Awesome, now that it's actually in, I don't have any, and yet I wore it all the time when I was a lame teenager in junior high during my faux!goth phase. Er. * I'm also struggling to find a dark enough shade of red. I want it to be almost purple, damnit.

Also, no, I'm not doing remixredux this time around. I never end up being happy with the result fic, and it in the end it's just too draining and it feels like too much of a drag, and writing shouldn't feel like that.


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*To be fair, though, I also styled my nails with cow print. And shaped like a ladybug. And like clouds. And I also painted my lips bright green. IT WAS THE EARLY 2000s SHUT UP.