I spent today, from 9:45am to 11:30pm, with Sarah. Now that she's at home, with a newly imposed curfew (1am) it's been a lot more difficult to spend long stretches of time together. With both of us working, often till 10pm, we're lucky if we can squeeze in 2 hours of time. So on those days that we're lucky enough to share a day off, it's become even more urgent to spend them together - while we can. Last week I promised Sarah I'd take her out shopping, which is exactly what we did. We met Stefin at American Eagle and I got Sarah a pair of kick-ass jeans and an incredibly cool and complimenting button-down shirt. Sarah and I had been talking about her wardrobe for a week or so when she asked me if I thought she needed new clothes. Apparently my remark that she needed more "sophisticated" clothing struck a chord with her and now she wants me to go through her closet and tell her what I think looks good, and what I dislike. Thing is - while we share some similar tastes, we have widly divergent opinions on several other styles. For example, she likes horizontal lines on shirts - if anything, vertical lines are the way to go. Solid colors and vertical lines are very slimming - horizontal lines make things look bigger (ie: horizontal lines on men's underwear = good, horizontal lines on shirt = bad). At any rate, shopping together was fun - hitting Banana Republic, GAP, Express and even Coach (where we pretended to be a rich young couple --- and it worked) even if we insulted eachother's sensibilities in the process. Weeee! :P

But things really became interesting when we went back to Sarah's ex-residence. Sarah's ex-roommate is, shall we say, a little... "insane". She had been calling Sarah's house saying she had left behind all this shit that needed to be taken away. Sarah had to take over a thank-you card and a pin and was going to pick up whatever was left but when we got to the place we found a huge pile of trash and a, shall we say, nasty letter to Sarah that basically boiled down to an indictment for ruining her roommates life. Umm.. yeah. Upon further inspection of the trash we found that most of it was boxes of the roommate's old letters and such. How do we know? Because all of them were addressed to the roommate, not Sarah. Sarah was very upset about all of this and began writing a letter of her own, unsure of how smartass or sincere to be. While she pondered how to handle the tone of her reply, I began loading up my car with this new trash (I don't mean.. discarded food trash. I mean, old books, old clothes, old VHS tapes - etc). It was crazy. Box after box of old magazines and discarded letters and envelopes with a few trash bags of random garbage mixed in. However, I did find some very interesting items that I claimed as my fee for having to carry around and lift all the boxes. A copy of The Last Temptation of Christ on VHS (original pressing - awesome), some DVDs, a Polaroid I-Zone camera (with film - very cool!), and an unopened 2002 bottle of Charles Shaw Sauvignon Blanc white whine. No, it's not an especially expensive wine (hell, it's a fucking cheap wine... like, $2 a bottle at Trader Joe), but it is a rather good medium dry wine - espeically when the price is taken into consideration. Definitely a nice find. So the wine + camera + movies = worth packing my car with trash to the point that my rear-view mirror was rendered useless. Of course, movie + alcohol + camera = naughty fun?

Nah...

Anyway, Sarah was a bit upset by the whole thing with her roommate and it sucked to see her like that, so I mostly just assured her things were okay and there was no use worrying about it now that things were over, and she wouldn't have to deal with her roommate's psychosis anymore. I'm not sure if those were the right things to say, but there they are. I had to run to the post office to pick up a money order, and the post office I needed to hit was a good 45mins away - so she had a lot of time for quiet to begin to resign herself to the situation she was in, which I think helped. Once we got back to her place though, she no longer felt as bummed/upset as much as she felt angry that she'd been put into that position and that things couldn't have ended quietly and on good terms. But then again - few things do. All that anger of course need to be channeled and the most productive thing we could do with that energy is... clean her room (what'd you think I'd say?). Well, not clean so much as "move her stuff in". I was on clothing/closet detail, which coupled with the earlier clothes picking adventure really got me into the Trading Spaces/While You Were Out and more specifically, Queer Eye kick as I took it upon myself to categorize and organize her closet. Good times.

After we were finishing up for today, Pat and Stefin came by and we went with Alisha to Denny's for dinner. Yay. Denny's. God, how I've begun to loathe that place. The food's okay but I reallly could use some variety. Oh well. Who am I? After dinner I took Sarah home - which made for an early night and a long day. And here I am...

I would finish the Stray Radio eps, but I just don't have the energy to do that. It's going to be over 2 hours long, so hopefully you guys will forgive a day's delay.

Oh, I also finally bought a digital camera. It's an HP Photosmart 320. Not the world's best digital camera, but it sounds like it'll suit my needs and then some. It got good marks for photo quality, and really that's all I want. I know for sure I'll get more use out of it than I do out of my 35mm or Advantix cameras. I can't wait to get it. I'm going to keep it in my messenger bag and take it with me everywhere and start being one of those annoying people that's always taking pictures. For some reason, to me, there's a different feeling when taking digital pics to taking regular photos. It feels less formal, and intrusive. More poppy and fresh. But maybe I'm just crazy.

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Last Sunday Pat and I had a 2 hour, in-depth, talk about our movie covering everything from post-production, how we'll shoot it and tech-talk to nitty-gritty details about the story and script and timeline.I can confidentely say this now: This film will get made in the next 4 months and it will be good. I am more confident in this production than I've been of anything before. I *know* this will work and I fully intend on ensuring it does. We'll shoot the first scene in a week or two and as soon as we begin work I'll launch a website for the film and probably institute a production blog to chronicle our feelings as we near completion. Pat's already speculating on "what if this is BIG". I'm not ready to worry about that yet. I simply want it to be a very good film, made even better by the fact that this film will probably have a budget of $500 or less and will be only a labor of love. I'm not confident about much in my life, but if there is one thing that I feel strongly about, it's this movie.

I cannot wait.
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