Here we have a new weblog.
Today we filmed a bunch of our La Catrina video. The scene where Jamie and Carlos die is awesome. We set up this whole candlelit dinner in Al’s house-she was wearing a ball gown dress, I was wearing a tie, blue blazer and black pant things. After a long camera sweep of Carlos’ gourmet meal (frozen ravioli, 1/2 eaten brownies, frozen lentil soup, motts applesauce plastic things), Carlos tenderly tells Jamie to try an apple (while pouring her a cup of wine). Jamie does, but of course it is from la jacaranda y esta CONTAMINADA!!!!! That part ruled. So Jamie falls over and dies, and at this point I had to let a low howling “nnnooooooooooooooooooooo!” but obviously I started laughing in the middle of it so it was more like, “Noooooooaaaahahhanooooooooo HAHAHAnoooooaaaaaaa………” Then Carlos/me eats the poisoned apple to go and be with Jamie. As soon as the camera turned off, Al and me and Tessa all broke into hysterical laughter. It was like insane laughter. I was dying. Yeah, you had to have been there to get why it was so funny……………..
‘Neways, so now the movie is actually ON THE COMPUTER and there is music in the background. If we can get the edited thing back onto the camera without deleting everything, then not only is there a god but he has banana peel wings and wears a striped string bikini with eight legs and bright purple sparkling jems.
Pues…tengo tarea de kurhajetz and manoogian and others. However it is saturday. Also I just thought of something…actually I’ve been thinking of something. There is NO way that I can show that video to my spanish class, because they all think I’m the quiet kid in the corner, and if they watch this they’ll be like “What the hell, WHO IS THIS GIRL??” bleh, the complications of being mute. I would not advise it.
Welllllp time fo’ some frozen pizza! Or more like unfrozen pizza since it’s done cooking. They call it frozen pizza, but what do you say once you bake it? A crucial question of life.
Since I always have to have at least one random picture, here it is!:
