Two out of three ain't bad.

I've been thinking a lot over the past week and a day since I found out. A week and two days ago I was completely and obliviously happy. Now, I'm starting to regain some bounce, although two nights ago was a bit of a breaking point for me. Things are looking up. I'm looking for the small things in life to make me happy. I sincerely have hope for the future. It's my present I tend to worry about. I know everything will work out how it is supposed to, but the present is always harder for me. I have a lot of things going for me and I am happy for that. I have friends and family who care for me, I have a job, I'm almost done with school, and I have many film projects that I am depend upon for. It is a great feeling to be needed and appreciated.

So let's talk about a few things that have happened this week. And not in the order they happened in.

Just call me Sheldon - someone sat in my seat today. And I mean Sheldon from the "Big Bang Theory." I went to class, and mind you we've had this class for a month and I have always sat in the same seat, and the girl who normally sits on my left was sitting in my seat. I was mad. I stood there for 15 seconds trying to figure out what to do with my self. I looked to sit in the seat one closer, but that was another girl's seat. I couldn't do that to her, that would be just as bad as what happened to me. So I sat in the chair one behind where I normally sit. It was weird and I was not happy. And the sorority girl that sat across from me was flaky. By the way, have I mentioned that this class of 22ish people only has two guys in it? I'm normally used to the odds being the other way around. I really don't like girls. Which, I know, sounds weird, but it's true. Girls tend to be bitches to each other, and I just prefer guys. They are easier to work with.

And since I'm talking about Sheldon, I'm all caught up on "The Big Bang Theory" which I absolutely adore. If you like geeks and their follies into social life, you will love this show. Plus it helps if you're a geek.

The other night I got upset with my roommate. And this is kind of adding on to what has already happened. It's just been one big long battle the last two months I've been living there. She does not wash her dishes, or even put them in the dishwasher. And we have sugar ants in the house now, and they really only bother her. I think they know she doesn't do her dishes. I have no lover for her dog either, who is currently not living at the house. The cats are much happier and are playing together now. She didn't take very good care of her dog. We took more care of him than she did. At least that's what it seems like. And when I mean we, I mean mostly Leigh. I was not having any of that dog unless I was the only one there. I wasn't going to let the ugly thing suffer just because of my dislike. In any case, we're now talking about dishes. I hate cleaning the kitchen, but it seems like I'm always doing it even though I immediately clean up after myself and put my dishes away. I can't cook in a dirty kitchen and I hate the ants. So I clean her dishes. Anyway the other night I was not in a too happy mood. And everyone likes to come over to our house to do their homework, which requires everyone else in the house to be quiet. Mind you, they are now doing it the day before it's due. We had already let other people record at our house earlier in the week for the same homework. I walk in the house and all the lights are on, even mine. I hadn't been home in 11 hours. Someone had been in my room. I don't have a problem with someone borrowing my things, as long as they ask me first. Nikki* went into my room and took things. She said that they were just there and she didn't rummage through anything. But that's not the point, she didn't ask. And all the lights were on and everything was a mess. AND THE KITCHEN! I talked to her about washing her dishes, and washing her dishes because of the ants, many many times. So when I talked to her again she grabbed the dirty pan from 11 hours earlier in the day, put soap and scrubbed it, and then left it in the sink. Then it had more dirty dishes piled on top. This morning she grabbed the pan, washed it, and used it. I'm sure it's sitting dirty on the stove right now. Leigh and I have agreed that we all need to sit down and have a discussion about stuff. We also asked her to change the filter for the AC because neither Leigh nor I can reach it very well. I had to stand on something and stand on my tip toes to finally get it. Basically, she doesn't keep her chores up very well. Except for taking out the trash, she does that well. She doesn't mop, or vacuum or clean the kitchen. She says she will but then she doesn't.

Okay. Rant over.

This weekend I met this guy who made my favorite short film from last semester. He's writing a feature screenplay for his thesis project and when I realized it was him who wrote and directed the short film, I was so excited! I had to shake his hand again. Anyway, I sent him my short script "I hate men or why won't he text me" that I will be filming at the beginning of next year. He liked it and said it only had a few minor flaws, which I already knew about. But he's going to read it again after I work on another draft. We are not friends on facebook and um I might have a slight crush on him. BUT nothing serious, just kind of an awe of his film and it's nice that he's helping my script. I really haven't talked to him that much.

Additionally, I am now 2nd AD on the feature film I am working on as well as production coordinator. I'm down to producing just one D2, but I'm up to 1st ADing two and possibly helping out on another. It's going to be very interesting.