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Name: Aaron
Birthday: 11/26/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: I'm interested in wierd, strange, and even odd things. I play an assasin game with nerf guns, I play paintball in my back yard, I make videos for fun, and a bunch of other crap that sounds really odd when typing it.
Expertise: If I were an expert at anything I would have my own website and you could go there to read this crap.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  ajollyboy
Member Since:
11/3/2005
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| Ok...so,
super long time since I updated, sorry about that. I keep thinking of things that I'm like, "I should blog about that" but then I never do.
We have already filmed over 2 weekends for Tell Tale Heart...We're planning to film again on the 30th (hopefully, but doubtfully the last time).
I've edited all of the parts that take place in the asylum...and some of the other scenes (I plan on having a rough cut by the end of the week)
Looking forward to this being done.
just for fun
I decided that people labeling me makes me extremely mad. I don't mean people looking at you and assuming things, I mean friends of mine assuming I will act certain ways because of one interaction.
With an example I suppose I'll have to talk to my friend about this now, but thats ok...
example:
I was sleepy and generally tired one morning (more accurately most mornings) mostly grumpy on this morning in particular. My friend asked me why I was so grumpy, I responded, "its early". Here's the thing, now that friend has labeled me as always grumpy in the morning...A week or less later I woke up early to work with this person and some other people. I was wide awake mind you, chipper even. I made a sarcastic remark (goofing off) and my friend told me to calm down it'll be ok or some what not....I was taken back, I was only making light in a situation and they thought I was grumpy.....anger
So I know thats a hastily written and very petty example, but there several other times and things I have been labeled as that really bug the heck outa me....
thats all, I just thought I'd vent.
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| So yeah, I'm still not updating as often as I should, but I am updating.
I'm downloading the free trial of After Effects right now so I can try to make a production logo while I'm at home, not just when I'm at school.
I think I'm gonna download the trial of Premier too so I can edit legally...but not right now, it takes about an hour to do the download and I don't have anything pressing right now.
Also I started playing scrabble online through Facebook, which is really cool. I'm currently playing 13 games with different people I know.
Thats just what I'm doing right now, I'm thinking on other things.
I'm getting more and more stressed about The Tell Tale Heart. I guess its not all bad though, the stress sort of comes in waves, I'll work it out, and then I'll be ok.
This week I'm:
- meeting with the director of the Lexington County Museum to talk about filming there.
- contacting churches about possible use of their costumes
- finalizing the crew list
- finish the visual plan
I'm sure there's more, but I don't have my schedule with me right now so thats all I remember
thats all, just a quick update
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| So its been like half a month since I updated...so I suppose I have alot to say, but then again maybe not. I don't have internet at the house and that makes it difficult to blog whenever you feel like it.
Ok with self
So around a year ago I was with some people and a conversation started which is somewhat humorous, but made me think. (oh and I don't think he'll mind, but I wanted to say I'm not trying to make any sort of judgement about my friend Its just an observation about me using a story about him as an illustration, but if he does I'll take this post down)
*Dramatized conversation*
friend - so you know how I'm always moving my legs alot...like I can't keep tham still
friend 2 - yeah
friend - well I think I figured out why, I found this thing on WebMD about it and its called Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS)
Me - Isn't that only in middle aged women?
Friend - (after searching the internet for a second) ummmm, yes.
*dramatization over*
OK, so beside one more reason to consult a real doctor instead of the internet this got me thinking:
I shouldn't have to be a middle aged woman to "be ok".
What I mean is it seems like alot of times I see things that are wrong with me and I try to find solutions or labels for them. I try to explain them away or to at least make them fit me. My friend was worried or at least thinking about his legs always fidgeting, and found a solution or a reason for it, but for him to "be ok" he would have to be a middle aged woman.
I don't know that I can offer anything in the way of a solution other than: think about that. I figure if we are aware of this phenomena of labels and false solutions we can at least see them with a healthy amount of skepticism, and perhaps even ignore the idea that we are "not ok"
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| almost half a month since I posted, way too long, and this isn't a real post.
Christmas was fun, happy new years (as that is tonight) and I found this picture I never uploaded, this is where me and my dad ate lunch in texas. They had the 72oz. steak for free if you finished it.
 really good steak also I decided to cut my hair
 but I left the beard then I cut the beard
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so I suppose I don't talk to the neighbors, like ever. It seems like being from a small town I would...you know we would all know each others names and go to each others birthday parties or w/e, but we don't. We have one neighbor who's lived there for as long as I know, and I couldn't remember what he looked like till I saw him tonight.
my dad's sprung a "leak" to put it nicely I suppose, 7 quarts of transmission fluid through a popped off hose in less than a quarter mile. It was a gusher to say the least, and he called me when he got to our neighbors driveway at the top of the hill. I got there helped push the truck out of the road into our neighbors driveway and tried to survey the damage. It was pretty apparent the hanging hose was the culprit. (luckily it was just a clamp and some more fluid to fix it).
being in his driveway our neighbor came out to see what was up, and since my dad had to go, I was left to fix the truck....so I went and got the fluid, when I got back our neighbor came back out in the cold and laid under the car with his ratchet and did...well all the work I suppose, I refilled the fluid, and then he drove the truck back to our house so I wouldn't have to walk and drive 2 cars.
this all struck me as uncommonly kind, but we are neighbors of some time and my dad has done heating and air work for him before, etc etc w/e
what really struck me as uncommonly kind was his remarks about "some kid" who had been flying around the sharp corner at his driveway, burning his tires and whatnot. Our neighbor wanted to give him...a piece of his mind. However, in the same breath he talked about putting some gravel over the slick transmission fluid in the road, because this kid might loose control riding across it too fast.........
huh, I mean he doesn't even know him, he doesn't like what he's doing or his general attitude toward authority and property, but he's willing to go out of his way to possibly inadvertently help him without him ever finding out.
that really struck me as uncommonly kind.
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