I just got back from the movie premire of "At First Sight." I know what you're thinking.....a movie premire in Waverly, Iowa??!?! Well this movie was written, filmed, produced, acted, and directed by Wartburg students and on Wartburg campus. So the local theater agreed to hold its first showing and the cast and director showed up in a limo...complete with the red carpets and glamour. Well.....at least as much glamour as you can get in small town Iowa.
The movie was suprisingly good. Although, the plot was a little cliche and predictable in spots....but coming from a crappy play writer, I know how tough it is to make everything fit together without being lame or trite. So with that in mind, plus it was a student film (though it was the director's second film in his college career) and it was relatively long---about 45 minutes.
So that was fun. I enjoyed getting off campus on a thursday night....and not do ANY of my homework. Oops wait, I was really writing in my head.......ha. No I was truly procrastinating tonight. I had written an essay for today that I read in my creative writing class for open critiquing. It was pretty good. I got the laughs I was looking for in the places where I wanted them. But I guess they wanted more.....which is a good thing, because I usually overwrite. The topic, by the way, was loosly about my height....but more about first impressions and the stereotypes we base off of those first impressions. Yea....I know I'm "the man." I'll have to fix some crap on it this weekend......which brings me to a question that I'm asking to everyone who is online right now.......which is only Ryan Johnson (yea, the one from Rockford.....BOOYEA!) I'm the manager on call this weekend at the library, which means I go into work if somebody "forgets" to go into work. So should I be a little pansy and sit around AGAIN on a friday night....or should I go to a party, get waaaay too trashed, and risk having to go into work at 9am on Saturday with a massive hangover? The question is out the for you my friends. Voice your opinions. Make your stance known. Do it. Now. Hey. Put down that piece of Valentines candy and tell me. You bastard. Don't make me get on my scooter and scoot all the way to Minnesota. You know I will........no.....actually I won't. But still. Yea. Thats right. booyea. booooooooooyea, grandma.