Shortly after The Usual Morning Proceedings, I met up with a classmate to get DVDs containing edited footage of our TV series that I’m scoring. I think everyone’s expecting a whole orchestra booming on the speakers when we pilot next Thursday, but I’m gonna give them minimalism because frankly THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO GO THAN THAT, TEACHER.
Teacher / Executive Producer: Umkay better if sa dramatic scenes, you play really dramatic songs of some bands that you know. To heighten the drama!
Blar.
FLASHBACK to yesterday’s big presentation in the same class, where we pitched our new TV station and its programs.
T / EP: Um, ok na sana ang lahat with your presentation . . . But can I just say? Your tie doesn’t fit your shirt.
BEN SHERMAN’S AUTUMN COLLECTION HELLO!
Reminded me of that time when she whined about the amateur feel of our Parkour documentary last sem. Right after class, Anna couldn’t help but ask, “Hindi niya ba kilala si Michel Gondry?”
Anyway
Today in internship at the TV station something happened at 2:50 pm that creeped me out.
My boss—who is quite possibly the SCARIEST PERSON EVER—asked me if I wanted to get a snack in the cafeteria. I’m like, lunch was just AN HOUR AGO.
But I’m scared of her so I closed all my open tabs (BBC Worldwide TV, The Guardian, Gmail, Flight Club New York, High Snobiety, Ryan’s blog) and stood up and walked with her to the caf. She got me a whole plate of noodles which I couldn’t finish even if I badly wanted to so I could immediately go back to safe zone AKA away from her.
She turned out to be nice. AND she has a good grasp of Formula One and British history. BUT MAY THIS NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN. Tried to appear extremely boring which was so easy because I’m Mr. Bore-o anyway.
GOOD times.
In other news, WHAT IS SLEEP?
