get your groy-ON. and some bitching.

First time to meet supposedly CommArts legend (both as a former student then now as a prof) Vincent Groyon today. He's our prof in VIDPRODUC aka video production class. Well, he's not so scary, unlike his reputation. He's kind of charming. And subtly gay (which I was surprised by) but we all realize now that he's really gay pala, nonetheless. Or extremely good at acting like one. But no qualms about that, he oozes intelligence, and I, for one, am easily swayed by that. I could sense that he expects quality outputs from his students; that's thoroughly hinted at when he started describing how he wanted our first video exercise to look like. He wants our camera handling exercises to have a STORY. One story per shot. I mean, how much of a storyline could you cram into a 6 second shot? And there are about 13 different camera handling shots that he wants. Hmm. But I shall not complain. I shall just do this and see what happens. I am supposed to like doing exercises like this, aren't I?

(Or am I over CommArts? OHBOY.)

Anyway, listening to Nine Inch Nails's new album. It's called The Slip, available for free download from their website, high quality at that. How awesome is Trent Reznor for offering up free music? This is the way it should be! I love Mati for sending me a link or else I would've never found out about this.

Claire texted me that she missed me after one day of not seeing each other. How sweet. Pseudo girl-boyfriends are way better than real boyfriends. At least I got distracted from all the Carlo hullabaloo :( That's such a mess, by the way. Don't ask. Anyway, we met up inside DLSU then we trekked to SEX (Sinangag Express for the uninitiated), and had yummy tapa. Talked our asses off, as usual. I learned something new today and boy oh boy, I'm on the war path. I'm just sensitive right now to friendship issues, and god, what else have I got to say about people who get jealous about their boyfriends spending time with their friends? Other than get a grip and a fucking hold of yourself, nothing much. This is so immature of me, but we were friends with your boyfriend long before you wormed your way into his arms. I'm not against her per se since I haven't met her, but she's made the mistake of judging me before she's even set her eyes on me. I'm her boyfriend's ex and it sucks for her that he and I are part of the same barkada, but jeez, I'm not after him. Look up the word o-v-e-r in the dictionary and absorb what it means. Because that's what him and I are. Get a brain. Maybe you're nice, but I haven't met you so I wouldn't know. But hello.

I don't have to like you just because he likes you.

If you don't like the idea of spending time with his friends, then monopolize him all you want. Just don't expect us to fucking like you.

Okay, I'm ranting to no one in here so that was a bit pathetic of me. But still. It feels good to let that out. If Carlos and I didn't share something special before, I would think nothing of being a complete bitch to his new girl. I don't care if it's a coping mechanism or whatever, but she better not make the mistake of judging me or keeping our friend, my friend, to herself. I'm nice, but I'm not that nice.

Argh. I guess I have to go back to homework. Cheers to another blog constituting nothing but a waste of webspace.