Parallels...Metaphors...and video, oh my!

(Art 105, Revamping my blog for a new semester)

I feel so frustrated with this video project right now for art 105. It seems so complicated and I feel lost. What am I doing? I think I just need to re-evaluate my story right now and rewrite the whole thing. I realized, my story is quite similar to what I have had earlier. Here is how it all started. We were in class and we were told to start writing whatever came to mind, it could be anything. With that in mind, we all wrote, and then after 5 minutes, we were told to pass it on to someone we don't know. We did the same procedure and alas here is the original story that I had received:

I need to go to the bathroom kinda. Perhaps I can hold it. Actually I can definitely hold it. I don't need to go as bad as i thought. Soul Eater is a cool manga but its art is a little kiddy. Its story is a  little adult but that makes it interesting I guess. I should do something on the next class so I can kill 2 birds with 1 stone. I think the project is on adding to something or amending it. My first idea is to use something digital media.

I think if you want to go to the bathroom you should just get up and go. ha ha ha. On another note, when are we going to actually edit some fucking video in this class, how do you plan to kill the two birds with one stone in your next class? I try to do everything I do now-a-days with that in mind. Does anyone in here own their own business or want to start their own company if so, give a description of what your plans are and how your going to kill 2 birds with 1 stone to get started doing so. This new espresso latte drink I am drinking is gross. Its so quiet in here now I think I need to go to the bathroom. sorry my hand writing is so freakishly sloppy. That's what happens when you are one a computer 24/7 and you hand forgets how to write neatly ha ha ha.

These bathrooms are hella gross. Do they think I pay 70K a year for this shit. I mean come on, you think the new president has to walk through a pool of piss? ha ha ha ha. That would be great. Oh hey, what's up Mr. Piss-man president! That would be worth that tuition money. Damn my wrists hurt. I think I need  one of those wrist pads. You know the ones with that gel shit in them. That would be real nice. I could use it to smack this fool awake in front of me. Ha Ha hah ha. That would be a great whack. Slam! Smack! wake the hell up. Wake the hell up. I'm hella tired too. What? Get out. Damn my wrists hurt.

THAT my friend, is the original story that had descended from Jared.  Some how I just need to pazzaz that story. The story I had originally created was garbage. Here is what I had concocted:

The clock was ticking *Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock* and everyone was writing frantically while I sat there with a blank stare to my face. "Gosh Golly, I don't know what to do my paper on, these fools around me definitely know what they want to write their paper about". I sat there, thinking about what to do my paper on but was so tired I think I kind of dozed off. After all, that party I went to was off the hook last night. I only wish I could remember what happened...What happens in college, stays in college. Anyhoo, I as closed my eyes for a moment, I found myself in a deep trance of sleep.

I awoke with the urge to go pee. It must have been the Venti Mocha Frappacino I had earlier that gave me the runs. It was weird though, the class was empty and the lights were off. "That's strange...yet RUDE that no one woke me". Well, I thought to myself whatever. I left my bag in the classroom but brought some reading content along while I had to do my business in the bathroom. I brought MANGA, my favorite when I just gotta #2 in the bathroom. *ZIP, Pants come down* as I was reading and sitting, it was silent as I knew I was alone in the bathroom, or so I thought. *FART* "ahhhh" A sigh of relief as I had to drop the kids off at school. While reading, I heard this weird, choking noise coming from the stall next door. I thought to myself, thats impossible, its night time and the bathroom lights were off when I came in. Then I heard crying. A little freaked out, I quickly washed up and ran out of the bathroom. "Oh shieeeet" I left my manga and card key in the stall. Afraid to go back in, I had to. I slowly crept back in, the noise was still going on. it was on the floor, as I inched closer...a pool of water was flooding from the stall making noise, I was thinking "WTF" The stall opened and a dark figure was floating out sideways with LONG ASS HAIR making that noise. I quickly grabbed my key and manga and bounced. I ran down the hall and back into the digital media room. "What the hell was that?" I had no idea what was going on. Then I realized it was the 7th month of the Lunar Calendar year. In Chinese culture, the gates of hell are open and if you don't treat the dead right, or if you do something wrong, you will be chased by the ghost. As I sat there in the class room, water was coming from beneath the door. I was freaking out...The only way out was the windows, but they were shut. The door busted open and the scary asian ghost lady came in. She inched closer and closer, and she said in a scary tone of voice, you killed my two birds with one stone and I will get you for that....and as I thought I was going to die...

WHACK! My friend had pushed me off my seat to wake me up. And the room filled with laughter. "Is everything alright?" our teacher had asked me? and I said everything was fine. Embarrassed, I flipped my friend off who pushed me out of my seat. Embarrassing that the teacher probably knew I was sleep? Embarrassed that my classmates could laugh at me falling? Well maybe I should appreciate the fact that my friend awoke me from a horrible dream.

You see? The story ends there for now. Well I am going to get of this blog for now while I think about how I can change up the script. THAT'S ALL :)