Do I want to apologize for what I said?

Well, it can't be taken back now that it's out there. And since I don't want to apologize for my douchey rant because frankly that's how I felt, I guess all I can do now is accept that I will be made out to be a douche as well a fuck up.

We've all got a little douche in us, it just has to be pushed. With enough pushing, you'll become me.

WE'RE WRAPPED! *falls to knees and cries tears of glory*

The wrap party was pretty fun. Didn't get super duper hammered like I wanted to, but I still got drunk. And that's fine with me.

I took shots with a fetus in it. It was great.

One more day of filming on Saturday morning, and then it's wrapped.

And I will get plastered.

*tears hair out*

Things that have gone wrong with my film:

Two days into shooting, I decided I had to recast my main actress because I fucked up in casting her when she can't do this character on film. The high school, which charges us $40 an hour to pay a security and a custodian that are mandated to be there by the Miami Dade Public School System, now has to be reshot. $200 went down the drain. Not a big deal, because I was willing to make the sacrifice to get a better movie. I found a new lead (Sarah Amengual) and she's been amazing.

Then, two more days into filming with my new lead, we find out that the tapes we were filming on were corrupt. Everything is glitchy and unsalvageable. We have to reshoot those. Thanks, Sony.

My godmother, who was letting us use her bedroom, which is used for a good chunk of the movie, decided that now that all of the film was corrupt anyway, that we can find a new bedroom because she didn't like people telling her she couldn't watch TV while we were filming. Finding a girly bedroom with a bathroom near campus was NOT and will NOT be easy. She'll only let us film when nobody's home, which is essentially when everyone has class. In essence, she's crapped out on us. I screamed obscenities for three hours straight.

All of this rescheduling then causes the co-star to go crazy with all the stress, so she can't keep up with any of her schoolwork and she's not doing well in her rehearsals for Hello Dolly. She runs to four theater advisors and they all tell her to drop the film. So she does, after we've already shot with her in it, costing me ANOTHER $200 because the new scenes on good tapes were shot at the high school. Meanwhile, one the theater professors calls my producer and yells at her telling her she's the worst producer ever and it's students like her that give the Communication School a bad name, even though the actress clearly exaggerated when she was needed and he clearly didn't know what had happened to us. This makes my producer cry. I take her to Titanic and pay for her lunch and lots of beer, because she's been an amazing producer despite that douchebag's claims to the contrary.

So we're back at square one. This movie may or may not be ready for Canesfest, but I sure as hell am gonna try.

Positive notes?

Now that this co-star has dropped, the schedule has freed up for us immensely. We should be able to reshoot everything on an easier and more effective schedule, including satisfying my godmother's schedule.

Pray for me. If you can donate something to this movie, even if it's $10, I'd be very appreciative.

Ow. Migraine.

So I'm doing my movie. It's called Fabulous Fetus. It's a comedy on abortion.

Yeah.

If all goes well, I'll be entering it into film festivals worldwide.

AND YOU CAN BE A PART OF MAKING THIS HAPPEN! I know what you're thinking. "How can I possibly be a part?" By donating!

If we don't reach our goal in time, all of your cash gets sent back.

http://www.fundable.com/groupactions/groupaction.2009-02-26.4209141506

So now that school is finally OVER WITH DIE YOU MISERABLE FUCK, I can now sit and chill and party and play games and all that good stuff I love to do.

The first thing I did when I got back was clean my room from the disorganized mess it was because this semester has just been nuts and piling crap all over it. Adrian was on my bed while I was cleaning, when all of a sudden I banged my head against the corner of an open cabinet door, HARD, and it hurt like a bitch. And he didn't notice because he was reading and totally in his own bubble.

When he finally looked up and saw that I was in pain and I told him what happened, he looked at it and told me I had a gash on my head. So he called my mom and they started pouring rubbing alcohol on it and stuff to disinfect just in case. As Adrian was applying Neosporin to the cut, I started breathing hard and feeling woozy, and just as he was asking me if I was okay, I passed out.

I awoke and found myself on the floor held by Adrian (who had caught me), and in a daze I was like "I don't know where I am", which scared them, but then I clarified because I realized that sounded like amnesia so I said "I mean, I don't know how I got here."

That was the first time I've ever passed out in my life. Apparently it happened to me once when I was a little kid but I don't remember it.

Anyway. The cut is healed and I put ice on it so there was no swelling. But I really worried them and they keep asking if I'm okay. :P



SO. WHEN ARE WE GOING TO PARTY HARDY? TONIGHT? Y/Y?

Also, two funny things.


1. I'm walking into an Office Depot and someone is parked right outside the door, on the sidewalk, and honks for me to come over. Whilst I'm shopping for this film and in a hurry.

I go up to her and she's this old Hispanic woman and she's like "Please, I only have one leg. Could you go inside and ask for Guillermo? He has a package of mine."

So I go inside, wait three minutes to finally talk to someone in order to complete this act of benevolence. When I tell them "there's someone outside looking for Guillermo who has her package and she's old and has one leg," they tell me:

"No Guillermo works here. That one-legged woman's been parking outside and she's just been doing that for like a week."

I got played by an amputated senile Hispanic woman.


2. An inappropriate joke I was told (and laughed at hysterically). But I had to write it down and share it before I forgot it.

Q: Why do Jewish women prefer circumcised men?
A: Because they want 10% off anything they can get!

SO! FUN STORY!

I'm doing art direction for this film, right? This means I'm in charge of props and decor and stuff like that. So an actor has a mega conflict and everything gets switched around, meaning that I have to buy a ton of flowers, originally needed for Tuesday... BY THIS SATURDAY MORNING! LOL!

>.<

Now, this wouldn't be as much of a problem if:

A) the shooting hadn't already started and I have to be there for some of it to dress the set, thus taking time away from me.

B) I wasn't in a 5-minute theater scene for Sarah Zemach's directing project that has taken, literally, 20 hours of time away from me this week, because there are consistent delays with tech and eight other individually student-directed scenes. I arrive at 6:30 and end up leaving at midnight. And I'm in the scene for 30 seconds.

Luckily, Paula, Krystina, and Lizmarie helped me for the beach scene tomorrow and gave me all their beach stuff so I didn't have to worry about getting to a pool supply store and spending part of our budget on common Florida stuff. Huge help, thank you so much! :)

So yeah. I have to start writing up a schedule for tomorrow morning of places to go shopping at/people to go borrow from. I have to get up at 7am to drop my mom off at the hospital, then get across the city to the 9am beach shoot. Then get to school at 1:25, take a final exam I've hardly studied for, pick my mom up at the hospital, and go about getting flowers all day until 7:30 where I get dressed and do the stupid show from letter B and get it over with. The call is supposed to be 6:30, but I have little make-up, and frankly, I need the time.

I stay up late and get up early to pack as much shit as possible into my days. I have finals. I have a scene from Angels in America to shoot on Monday, and I don't even know if I have the hospital room in the nursing school reserved because the lady never got back to me, and she doesn't work on Fridays or weekends, thus meaning I won't know. Ever.

*flails about and whimpers like a whiny 'mo*


EDIT: Crisis solved. The hospital canceled on the film for Saturday so now I don't have to have the flowers ready for them! *jumps in joy*

THANKSGIVING BREEEEAAAAK!!!!!! *FALLS OVA DED*

Movies I must see, with trailers:


Revolutionary Road: (Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio are back together! In 1950s suburbia! Looks like Oscar material.)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount_vantage/revolutionaryroad/

Dear Zachary: (See this one all the way through, I can't do it justice.)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/dearzachary/

Dark Streets: (Noir. Nuff said.)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/darkstreets/

Let the Right One In: (Foreign vampire/horror movie with fantastic reviews)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/magnolia/lettherightonein/

Were the World Mine: (Gay musical absurdist comedy)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/weretheworldmine/

Sunshine Cleaning: (Indie comedy by the Little Miss Sunshine people)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/sunshinecleaning/

Gran Torino: (Clint Eastwood being a badass in suburbia!)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/grantorino/medium.html

12: (Foreign remake of 12 Angry Men)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony/12/

Christmas on Mars: (Crazy crack movie by The Flaming Lips)
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/christmasonmarstheflaminglips/

So that video I posted on the Doritos website...

Out of the 1746 videos submitted, ours has jumped up to #35 in views within three days. And it's still climbing.

GO TEAM! WE'RE TAKING THE WORLD BY STORM!



In other news, busy Oscar is busy. Wants to hang with his friends when possible. :(

Current projects:

Art Director for a grad student's thesis film.
Director/Editor of a 5 minute Angels in America film scene.
Actor in two different 5 minute Angels in America film scenes.
Actor in 5 minute silent African folk tale stage adaptation.

Plus homework, including reading two to three plays a week, a cinematography shoot, and an acting scene from David Mamet's Oleanna.

Luckily Fame and the Doritos commercial are done with, so my nights have loosened up considerably. But I'm still dealing with a hectic schedule.

So, y'all are gonna want to see this video. It's a commercial I directed/edited in conjunction with the Advertising school's Art Direction class for Doritos' Crash the Superbowl contest.

http://www.crashthesuperbowl.com/#/gallery/video/969/

Doritos picks the top 5 videos, and they all get $25,000. Then everyone votes on them and the winning commercial gets a million bucks and the commercial aired on the Super Bowl. :O

So watch it a bazillion times! Although it's not like I have to convince you to.

I'm not super happy with it, and the widescreen I had shot it in got stretched out, but I think it has a good shot of getting in the top 5.

SUPPORT MEH!

Fame was fantastic. As was the unofficial wrap party's drinking mayhem that ensued. We played Kings, the tradition, and every time a Make a Rule card showed up, we ended up having to throw our hands up and shout Fame!, drink with our left hand, and then when we're done, sing "I'm gonna live forever!" Fun times. And doing an Avalanche with 16 people... it's pretty bitchy.

I did all of the song "Fame" as Carmen around the living room and everyone cheering me. And in the dark with a multicolored light show. Future drag queen, anyone? ...Nah.

And we also played some Apples to Apples with the judge picking the best and worst card, worst card drinks. Although with 10 people playing it's very unlikely to be drinking anyway. So that sobered us up a bit for some intense games of Mafia. Hee.

I got up at 7am to cancel out my mother's vote today. Yay!

I don't even want to know what she voted for Amendment 2. She was totally wishy-washy about it. She said she'd vote no, but it seemed like she didn't care for doing it. That gays should be happy they don't have to deal with marriage's legal issues, and that she shouldn't be defending it.

Plus, she kept dismissing me with "Whatever, you're voting for Obama. Don't tell me how to vote." When for the past three months all she's been doing is trying to convince me Obama's a communist.

Sorry, but if that's the way we play, we both follow the rules. And just because you didn't win with me on voting for McCain doesn't mean you feel entitled to spite me by supporting an anti-gay amendment (Florida already has four different laws prohibiting gay marriage anyway, but supporting this would completely eradicate domestic partnerships, the little sense of decency and rights we have in the first place).

If someone comes to me with an intelligent view of looking at something, I will listen and possibly even change my view. But correlating two completely separate votes as a reason to undermine what I'm saying is her logical thought process.

Essentially, she found ways of circumventing the gay issue to pass the amendment without offending me. Apparently, if a couple lives together in the same house for five years, and the owner dies, the surviving partner can fight for the property whether the dead person wanted it or not.

So she used me and my father as an example. If my father, who's been absent all of my life and only uses my mother to boink her, finally grows a soul, gives a shit about my mother, and moves into the house, lives here for five years and she dies, he can fight to take the house away from me even though it's in her will for me to inherit. Which, despite the very real fact that neither my father nor any other man will EVER move into this house leaving my mother an aging spinster, is still dumb because it seems like a pretty easy lawyer battle to settle. My father's a douche and was absent all of her AND my life raising me to give me that house. End of story.

When it came down to it, "I'm your gay son" may not have been enough.

Whatever. I don't care anymore. I cast my vote, and that was my say. In the end that's all I have in this family. Or America, really.

It all seems rather futile.

I went to Rocky Horror Picture Show at UM. It kicked ass.

And the movie froze like five times. :P

I went shirtless, with leather gloves and a dog collar. I was marked a Virgin with a big red V on my forehead. I was entered into the pre-show Game Show.

Twenty virgins were lined up and told to fake their best orgasm.

Thank you to Mashi and Grettel. I grunted, groaned "I choose you, Pikachu!", pretend-splooged all over my face, wiped it off with my hand, and then licked it clean.

Needless to say I won. With a standing ovation. I got five condoms.

Then the movie started! And I had a blast learning all the silly rules like shouting "SLUT" at Susan Sarandon and "WHERE'S YOUR FUCKING NECK?!" at the narrator. And dancing in the aisles.

I did the time warp. :D

Max Landis won with this:
CHARACTER ON SCREEN: "We are going back to Planet Transsexual."
MAX LANDIS: "But I don't wanna go to Ft. Lauderdale!"

I am no longer a virgin.

It was the best devirginizing I've ever had. I highly recommend it to anyone who hasn't done it.

My throat is hoarse though. :P


P.S. Fame is going excellently! Go see me dance! October 2nd, 5th, 6th, and 8th, all at 8pm!

I just got into one of those terrible political arguments with my mom. In front of Adrian.

And it kind of escalated to a point where I called my mom an idiot. Actually, it went more like this:

"Are you an idiot? Oh wait, you're an idiot, you can't answer that."

To be fair though, she kept spewing the whole "Obama's an infiltrated Muslim!" paranoia thing, and insisting she's not being racist. And that Sarah Palin looks like she'd make a good president based on, get this: my mom has an intuition she's good. Because she's a woman.

Soo, frankly, I've been in a shitty mood all day.

I'd go more into it, but I have a Yelle concert to go to. I'll pump my happy factor back up.


Unrelated Conversation between Adrian and some dumb bitch:
Woman: "So I have a friend at CVS who can get you a job. And he's gay."
Adrian: "...Okay. So?"
Woman: "So he's gay. Take advantage and tap it."
Adrian: "You're aware I'm in a committed relationship and I love my boyfriend, right?"
Woman: "So? It's a gay world."
(WOMAN DEMOTED TO DUMB BITCH)

This was told to me three days ago and it still bothers me.

NO EXIT
a rather dark satire in one act

Thursday, Sept. 25th @ 8pm
Saturday, Sept. 27th @ 8pm
Sunday, Sept. 28th @ 2pm

University of Miami's Hillel Jewish Center
$10 for all non-UM affiliated persons


Three people are led into a hideous hotel room by a bellboy and then locked in, all expecting torture devices. But nothing is there... although it turns out that may not be the case. There is no escape. There is... no exit!

Come watch the hilarious, intense, and thought-provoking play written by existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre, directed under the hands of moi, Oscar Ruso.

Alright, No Exit is coming along much better now.

The set is being built and from the little I've seen it looks fantastic. Tomorrow I'll be able to see the bare-bones look.

Costumes are a bit more difficult, as is finding two divans and a gold chair. >.>

Still looking for a letter opener. I need something with a thick, dull blade.

Anyway. Lots to do still, but everything is coming together nicely, I'd think.

So. It's 1:30am. Now is when I have the chance to start my homework.

No Exit is coming along very very slowly. And considering we only have a week, this isn't good. I think we should be fine, as long as everyone pulls together. Really, the main concern is costuming.

I'm also extending rehearsals another hour each day. Lollercoasters.

Yay, I've lost all time to do things without killing myself! :D

So I got a new boyfriend. We made it official last night after watching Hero in my room.

I've been noticing I don't stay single for long. And I could care less about being in a relationship just for the principle of being in one. But we fell head over heels for each other.

I know, I know. Mushy.

But seriously, we like being mushy.

Of course, an hour after we made it official his ex-boyfriend of three years calls to boohoo about the break-up that just happened. So typical. Haven't you ever noticed that when you start a new relationship it's like you send out waves of happiness that your exes pick up and suddenly they reappear in your life again to reconcile because they can't be single and/or miserable unless you are?

But all is well.


Different subject:

I bought four new movies: Hero, Road to Perdition, Saved, and Dangerous Liaisons.

EVEN MORE IMPORTANT! The new Coen Brothers movie, Burn After Reading, opens this weekend, and you bet your ass I'm going to the midnight premiere. Who's coming with?
Trailer: http://www.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/burnafterreading/