3 October 2003
I am young enough to know everything. The
only thing I have to declare is my own genius. That said…
God, Game Day is here! I thought it would never come. It’s
like waiting for Christmas. I feel the urge in my heart to throw
open my window and yell to the world “Happy Game Day” like
Scrooge from “A Christmas Carol.” All the chaos, hysteria,
furor and adrenaline are here, and where am I? As far away from
campus as possible.
Nothing against football. It’s fun
to play. Just the other night my friends and I played a dirty game
of mud football over
on the field next to San Jacinto. We played from 4 a.m. to dawn.
It was awesome. I especially loved when Will got a bloody nose.
And seeing Marco collapse on Eric, causing his leg to shatter and
the bone protrude from his skin, causing blood to get on all of
our dirty clothes, is something I will always think back and laugh
But I am just tired of all the madness. The
screaming. The orange.
It’s enough to drive a man insane. Nothing against UT, but
there is so much burnt orange and hook ’em clothing around
campus it has become nauseating. I don’t know if I can last
the whole season.
So because of the large influx of rabid fans
that have invaded the campus, I’ve retreated to the mountains
of Austin to read a book and write this journal entry. To my left
is a “beautiful” view
of mansions and power lines. And much to my disdain, it seems many
orange clad families have thought it would be a good idea to bring
their loud children up here for some pre-game sight seeing. No
matter where I go, I can’t escape them. At least the weather
is nice up here.
I haven’t been sleeping much. School
work, radio show work, film work, all keep me tossing and turning
I would have to say that the number one contributor to the bags
under my eyes would be my dorm neighbors—the loudest, most
obnoxious, testosterone-filled gorillas I have ever seen. You know
the type. They have a tendency to invite the whole floor to their
room at 3 a.m. to observe their “tight” video game
competitions, watch a sport or engage in some movie watching. Every
they erupt like torture victims in painful cries of
celebration that make me want to jump out my window.
are pretty rough. At least with the lack of sleep I am getting
I recently took my first two tests of the
semester. It was a slap in the face. My study habits need to improve
there is something strange
about Latin. I study every night for it for an hour or so, going over vocabulary,
declensions and conjugations, and still I am struggling to keep a passing grade.
I really don’t know how I’m going to fare in this class and, quite
frankly, it worries me.
I’ve decided I’m going to take
advantage of the huge libraries on campus. I feel like my knowledge
of literature is lacking,
so I am going to try
to read a new book every week. The libraries here are great. But the library
isn’t just a place to find books and films, it’s also a great place
to get things done. I have learned that it is impossible for me to get serious
work done in my dorm room. It’s too distracting. So I’m going to
start walking to the Perry-Castañeda Library across the street from Jester
to work. I need the quiet environment.
My radio show is going well. I feel like
I’m getting over all the FM jitters
and am really finding my voice on the air. It’s a lot of fun. I encourage
everyone to volunteer at KVRX. Good people. Good times. My show is at 7 p.m.
every Monday. Tune in at www.kvrx.org.
My film is on postponement. But for
good reasons. I have met an independent film producer and he gave me his
e-mail address. He said e-mail him with
anything I need. Who am I to disappoint the man? I’ll send him a
few short screenplays, my resume of work experience and this idea my good
Chris and I have been
working with. I think it will go well.
Speaking of film, there are some
good things to look forward to. The Union is going to play “Irreversible” and “Confessions
of a Dangerous Mind,” two good movies in between a bunch of mediocrity
being shown. “Lost
in Translation” is opening and I can’t wait to see it. Tarantino’s “Kill
Bill: Volume One” will be here soon. I’ll be there opening
day. And I downloaded the trailer to “The Return of the King” because
want to pay $8 to see it before “Secondhand Lions.” I’ll
be honest with you, I’m a science-fiction/fantasy genre fanatic and
I am more excited to see what happens to Frodo and Aragorn (I haven’t
read the books) than I was for the Star Wars prequels (which I unashamedly
shaping up to be a great trilogy.
RTF is still succeeding in disappointing.
I’m thinking about getting out
before it kills all the love I have for film. Maybe an English major.
not going to quit on my dreams, but I realize that a major in RTF will
not get me anything. I’d rather fine-tune my writing skills with
an English major. I don’t know though. We’ll see how next
semester shapes up.
All in all, I’m enjoying here at UT much
more. Austin has more to offer than I thought, and I’m discovering
a lot of it. Too bad I’m not
discovering anything about myself. C’est la vie. Until next time,