Behind the Lens

So I'm almost done with my first real movie and I'm so excited. The premier is in 6 days and I feel like I just learned how to tie my shoe or something. Everytime I look at it during the editing process it gets better and better and better. It's frigging awesome!

I think I'm in love with my film teacher. Not in a romantic way but in a figurative sort of meaning. She's opened this whole world to me that I didn't know of before. I look at movies in a totally different way now. I see them asthetically and I notice mistakes that other people wouldn't give a second thought. Take 'Sugar Hill' for instance. Did you know that Westley Snipes has on a purple suit and a black shirt in the scene right before he goes to pick up Theresa Randle's character and once he gets there, he's got on a purple suit and a white shirt. And it was sooooooooooooo obvious to me. I told my cuzzo and she argued tooth and nail with me about it until I made her ass sit there and watch it 3 times. 2 points for me!

I find it amazing how fun you find your job when you've found something that really inspires you and allows you to have fun. A fun job and a bomb relationship are the keys to happiness, I think. I've got both. Let's hope it stays that way.

Trimming the Fat

What's good everybody. Thanks for stopping thru. You could be anywhere else, but you're here with me and that's real, so let's get started.

First, I'm new to this whole blogging thing. I'm not really into letting a whole lot of random folks into my brain world to see what I'm concocting next, but my man, along with a lot of my other peoples do it, so I figure, why not give it a whirl. See how I like it, ya know? Ok, this isn't the first day of fall semester, so let me quit rambling with the pseudo-syllabus and just get to what's on my mind.

What might that be, you ask? I've got a lotta shit on my mind right now. For one, I'd like to know where the hell these 10 pounds I gained came from. It's almost like they crept up on me in the past 4 days. I know that sounds crazy, but I'm dead-ass serious. I literally weighed 10 lbs less 5 days ago.

Why is it that women stuggle so much with the idea of gaining weight? It's not fair. Dudes don't get pissy if they gain ten pounds. Bet, that if my man gained 10 pounds he's probably throw himself a party, but me...no. If I gain 3 pounds I'm having a fit.

How come on tv dude's can be big as Tyler Perry's house and be sexy? But if a chick is up there looking like Biggie's Twin sister, she's either the jolly fat giant or she's the fat friend with low self esteem? Ruben Studdard is fat. Very fat to be exact. But he's "the velvet teddy bear". Get the hell outta here with that nonesense.

I looked at myself today and said "Damn you've gotten quite thick there, homegirl." (Yes, I said those exact words) And I didn't mean thick as complimentary...I was trying my damndest not to say "fat". I've never been a skinny girl. Always had some meat on mah bones but it's really getting out of hand now. Honestly, I'm not fat, but I'm not confortable where I am, either. If I'd just listen to my boo, I'd know that I'm beautiful regardless of how huge or un-huge I am. But that's what he's supposed to say. I'd like for him to be able to carry me thru the threshold on our wedding day...not the other way around. I've got to do something. I'm calling Nutrisystem tomorrow.