Theme Song: "All Good Things (Come To An End)" - Nelly Furtado
Don't you just LOVE award shows? Yeah, me neither... but I'll make an exception for Carinne! :-D Miraculously, she has managed to pioneer and possibly start a brand new tradition, an END-OF-THE-YEAR Band Awards Banquet. As with any awards show, I spend almost 2 hours getting ready (even if I don't win, I'll be lookin' foyynnne), and I'll probably spend like 20 minutes there watching the clock the whole time. On my way to the shindig, I pop on over to the BatCave for our last ALLiES (GSA) meeting, so we can lay the groundwork for next year. I tell myself, "I'll only stay for 15 minutes, then I'll make my exit." Right...
As always, Fifteen minutes turns to thirty and next thing you know, an hour's passed, I've stepped up to head both the Film Festival AND the Drag Show. *yanks hai--er, um, scalp* Ugh, just shoot me now. Finally, I re-surface, walk in fashionably... 80 minutes late in my vest shipped from Shanghai (OW-OW), only to discover that I actually HAVE WON an award (for "Best Cartwheel" no less), but I didn't get to tumble my way onto the stage and grab it. RRrrr. If only someone'd called me on my cell, I could've accepted via Satellite, or rather Mr. Webcam. THAT would've been fun... plus, I wouldn't have had to wear pants. Score.
Damn never-ending fight for equality! Oh well, as predicted, I stick around for no more than half an hour, take some pics, and say my farewells. However, I do notice the huge gap of people missing--it's wall-to-wall first-years and seniors, not many of us sophomores around. I know it's time to leave when the DJ plays one of my slutty summer jams--y'know the one: Baby, can't you seeEEEAH these clothes aren't fittin' on meeEEAH... I'm about to blow, I don't think you know, I'm tellin' you to loosen up my buttons, babe (Uh-huh), but you keep frontin'... Best to head for the door before I act-a-damn fool, strip down, freakdance a chair, do the Worm on the floor... and sadly, it wouldn't even be the FIFTH time I've done that at the Attic! Yikes. Seriously, I'm wearin' the frog-buttoned shirt for a reason... it's like a shirt with a childproof cap. No joke, I have to look in a mirror to unfasten it. But the most important thing, I get to say my Goodbyes, and to those I didn't see, I especially wanted to say Best of Luck & Thanks for bein' You to Jeff and Christine. Missed seein' you 2 there!
For me, one of the greatest joys of being apart of the group has been watching the seniors kick ass in their respective fields outside of Band: Amy & Michelle's studio recitals, TerryAnn and her studio art exhibit, and what I was most looking forward to, Tristan and his student film. I say this because, ever since I arrived in Gettysburg, whenever I'd simply mention I was going to be a film major, EVERYONE would immediately give me that stock response, "Cool! You should talk to Tristan."
And after hearing this AT LEAST 5 times, two months later I finally summon up the courage to casually roll up on him and pick his brain. That's right, two months! Seriously, the way I was fretting over it, you'd think I was about to ask the meaning of life. Anywho, I finally ask about the oh-so-complicated steps needed to design a film major and he says with sincerity, "Take every film class. Udden's the best. Are ya taking Hong Kong Cinema? It's kickass, take it." Quote-unquote.
Needless to say, his brief advice was actually spot-on. I feel like I'm learning much more in Udden's classes than I was prior, and Hong Kong Cinema was definitely my favorite film class last year... even though Prof. Udden asks me on a daily basis, "James, you were in my Japanese Cinema class, right?" Uhhh... No. *awkward silence* Anyway, back to the film project I've been waiting for since Freshman year. No Explanations is a string of episodes that pay homage to several of the most innovative film auteurs by emulating their signature styles, including Wong Kar-Wai, Hitchcock, and Ozu. My one and only complaint would be that I wish I could've seen more of his style, but I'm guessing that the HK-inspired percussive, rhythmic style was his. All in all, Good stuff, Lots of laughs.
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