All right. Out with the words:

Wednesday was a last minute bum-rush to get everything in order for the premiere. Yes, the movie was finished, but the paperwork had only just begun. Anne, Garrett, and I were drowning in a sea of beauracracy. Personal releases, property releases, cast info sheets, all these things had to be filled out. There were dotted lines to sign and numbers to add. This is the opposite of why I was a SMAD major.

We pulled it all together and dragged ourselves to Grafton for the premiere. I wish I could tell you that I was the sparkling image of confidence and personality, but the truth is that I quickly turned into a vibrating puddle of insecurities. I was pacing, talking to myself. Who was I to think that he could put together a movie that would successfully entertain a varied crowd of white upper-middle class college students?

I shuddered nervously up until our movie made its way to the screen. The crowd laughed at the first joke and suddenly everything was right in the world. I sat back and started enjoying myself. I’ll count it a success.

Everyone else’s movies were great as well. We are all patients with a terminal case of talent.

And it seems that my difficulties with females now transcend species. My friend has a beautiful new puppy, a four pound ball of adorable fun. I got to meet this puppy yesterday, and while playing with her, she pooped on my lap.

Incidentally, the dog’s name is Ivy. Like the poison.