Lately

Ohhhh man, tough night at the races.

I can’t believe how tired, and yet at the same time, how energetic I am. I think all these late nights have conditioned me into sleeping later and later. Before you know it, I’ll be one of those people who wake up and do everything at night and then sleep during the day. That must be terrible for your skin. But it wouldn’t really matter; I have pale skin already.
I have been making some progress during these late nights however…writing.
Writing, thinking, blocking out angles, all kinds of things I might normally be adverse to doing during the day. Actually, I have been working hard during the day as well. Either way, it’s all coming around to my benefit. I feel like I’m really learning a lot. I’ve been reading tons of books, plotting out numerous short films, writing screenplays, developing new ideas and honing my abilities. And yet, it’s been very pleasant as well. It’s almost like a solitary existence.

Anyway, I’ve been trying to get into contact with some plant rental houses in the valley. Yes, you heard me, plant rental houses. Never mind what for, what matters is if they can help a student trapped within his own destitution. I think they can, but we’ll see.
I also feel ashamed that I haven’t blogged in a while. Truth be told, I haven’t had much to blog about. I could write out posts to numerous different things I’m working on, but that would merely be histrionic. And you’re sick of histrionic Brock, I’m sure.
I am gearing up for some shooting this weekend with Josh and possibly Gabe. We’re planning to work on this short screenplay that Gabe wrote a few weeks back. It’s really a nice little story with plenty of good lines and interaction between the characters. I think it’ll be fun to block out, shoot and edit.
And then next weekend of course is the 48 Hour Film Challenge. Gabe will be gone, but Josh and I will take care of that one. I may even call up a few schoolmates (if Josh thinks we’ll need more people) and try to get them involved.
Ah, see? I went and became histrionic.

That’s that: I don’t know when I’ll blog again, so don’t expect anything.