New Project

Last year, I wrote a short film, submitted it to the screenwriting contest at Malone, ranking in the top four, and never made the film. This year, I am graduated and have never been more uncertain about what to do in my life. That's a dramatic statement, I realize, but I'm not going to downplay what I'm feeling and thinking because dramatic as it is, this really is the most uncertain time of my life. Even if I say "this is the most (blank)of my life" about a lot of things. I really mean it, every time.

So, I thought I'd do a project in the midst of all this uncertainty because I lose myself a little when I'm not creating a damn thing. Even though I'm currently writing another film, I thought I would actually film the one I wrote last year, since I finally decided that it's kind of important to me. I have some semblance of a crew put together, and I'm trying to get more crew members interested. Here is a sample of the project proposal:

Torn:
A film about the effects of talk on the perception.

I hope that the film will stir emotion and thought about how simple everyday things in life can greatly alter our view of the world and the people in it

The Story
Olive, a smart and trendy college age woman, hears various rumors about Jonah Hart’s questionable,(asshole -ish, douche bag-ish) behavior and obsessively tries to decide for herself the true nature of his character. The story is meant to portray the curiosity between one human being to the next, and the nature of how expectations change based on hearsay. Read more about the story below. . .

And of course, I've chosen not to tell you the rest of the story. You don't want to read every little detail, now. But if you ever see it, you'll know every detail. It feels good to be working on a project again.

Dreams and waking early

I had a dream that Fiona Apple's "Limp" was made into a newer, better version. It sounded basically the same except the instrumentals during the chorus were more elaborate and slightly more poppy. It was an excellent dream. I have been listening to Fiona Apple so much lately that even when I sleep I need to listen to her. Musical phases for me usually match what's going on in my life. If I could write good music, it would sound similar to Fiona Apple's. (Apologies for the dorky, probably more transparent than necessary, self disclosure)

I woke at six this morning. I laid awake for an hour, wondering what my life is about, restless. I didn't have any spectacular revelation, no epiphanies, no deep insight on myself. I laid there thinking long enough to go back to sleep. Now that I think back, it was actually five, because of the time change. When I woke the second time, I realized that I was supposed to set the clocks back last night after mid night. So, I really didn't sleep in 'til noon. Just eleven. And that makes all the difference.

Anyway, we are having a belated Halloween party today because we at The Hideout are not good at doing these things on time. In other news, my hair is finally orange! I can do anything now that my hair is orange.

Shorter entries

I've decided that maybe the trick to keeping up with a blog, for me, would be shorter entries. It makes me really sad that most people don't appreciate the art of blogging. Online journaling is amazing. I will always have it so I can look back, though I spend far too much time doing that.

Logging in to blogspot.com made realize just how forgetful I can be. I made an email address for this site and for other sites and job applications called echilensky@gmail.com. That sounds far more professional than c.chemicalgreen@gmail.com. A week ago I created yet another address with a new boring name for the same purpose. erin.chilensky@gmail.com. Wow. I'm continually doing things like this. I've fixed my resume so many times, not realizing that it was already fixed and just saved in four other documents. Do I need help?