The (Former) Apartment

The Morning After, After

The film festival is over. Whew. Fortunately it was very successful, running quickly and showcasing the films without too many technical issues. Fatz and I didn't embarrass ourselves (at least not by forgetting our lines, though I cannot vouch for what we said) and the whole apartment raked in the awards. I believe we won seven total, in which both Flipside and A Thousand Hearts are represented multiple times. We're trying to be as conspicuous as possible with the trophies without being total asses--Fatz suggested building a hanging shelf in the doorway that requires all visitors to bow under as they come in. I think that idea is awesome.

In other news, Matt broke his damn ankle playing basketball. He now hops around the apartment like an ungainly kangaroo and asks people to get stuff for him. I think the fine gentlemen that live below us want to crucify him. In any case, he is milking this far too much for me to think it was all an accident. I'm on to your game, Kitch.

Now that the film festival is over it's time for me to buckle down and seriously deal with the schoolwork that has been piling up on my desk (and my floor, and my car floor, and the common room, and the kitchen, etc.). In other words, I'm looking for a cheap ticket to Puerto Rico. In fact, I should be writing a paper right now, but I just can't force myself to put words on a page unless those words are narcissistic and web-published. I never seem to be at a loss for those.

~Andy

posted by the apartment @ 9:06 PM