lierdumoa | Yesterday.

I was going to make a post yesterday about how very long my day was, but I didn't sleep yesterday, which was why it was so long, and I was too tired to post about it then.

Night before last I basically pulled an all-nighter for no good reason. I was watching O.C. episodes, which I'm going to pretend was productive since I'm vidding the show. Around midnight I thought -- Hey, it's getting late. I really ought to start writing that script for class tommorrow.

Then I found out that someone had burned season 2 of Farscape to my co-op's server.

Then it was 5:00 in the morning.

I managed to finish my homework, barely, and make it to my 9:00am class, wherein we learned about lighting a set.

Oh right, I forgot to post about my class. Basically, over the course of 10 weeks, we make a film. My group has five people. Together we come up with a story, script it, shoot it, edit, make our own audio, etc. The school provides all equipment, but we have to find our own actors. I'm happy about where the project is going, mostly because somehow (I'm not really sure how) I got everyone in the group working for me.

I got them to go with my idea, then I got them to write the script, then I got final edit of the script, then yesterday I somehow got everyone in the group except myself to go and confirm that we'd be able to film in the locations we wanted to film. in. (Yes, that's right, I have minions. Real live minions.) Then after class this guy in my group came running up to me (literally) to suggest a change for the ending. I thought -- Why is he coming up to me instead of presenting this to the group? Oh, yeah. Because I run this show.

There's another guy in the group who is the loudest, and so sort of seems to have a lot of the creative control, except really I just have a way of getting him to agree with me while making him think it was his idea. I'm feeling kind of evil, here. I didn't actually mean to be evil. I was kind of accidentally on purpose.

You know, they told me as a child I had leadership qualities.

There's also the one idiot in the group who keeps saying things like, "I don't want to do this the easy way" and yet leaves all the manual labor to everyone else. He gets sullen when he thinks no one is listening to him. I've found I can deal with him if I just get the rest of a group to agree on the most reasonable solution to a problem, then beg him to come up with something better. Begging people tends to make them think they have some control of the situation. When in fact, they have none. Because I run this show.

You'd better close that zipper, dear. Your ~~underwear~~ megalomania is showing.

The story I came up with for my group probably involves more complex editing than any of the other groups' stories. I kind of designed it that way without realizing it. I think I reached my controlling!psycho peak when I mentioned one possible solution to a problem in the script and a guy said, "Yeah, but that could end up cheesy," and I replied (more like snapped, now that I think back), "No it won't, because I'm editing it. We. We're editing it. And we won't let that happen."

I love school.