The headline is correct. For the fall semester, I will be going to the University of Carlos III in Madrid to study film-making. It’s been my dream since sophomore year to be able to officially study filmmaking under an official curriculum. Officially. With all of this going on, I must be one extremely excited to go. Right?
I’ve completed three years of college (a massive accomplishment, in and of itself) with only one left to go. Then what? To be honest, I’m not completely sure how I’m supposed to feel right now, especially with the beginning of my professional career looming closer and closer.
I’ve also chosen to participate actively in the film industry where there is not a guarantee of financial security. It’s also incredibly competitive and I will be going up against other ambitious and creative filmmakers pushing to have their own ideas produced. I am very much aware of these difficulties, especially if I pushed myself to create my own film major, but now that I’m closer to the goal, I couldn’t be more frightened as well. The most anyone can say is "if you’re passionate about something, pursue it endlessly" but at what point should you admit that you’re abusing yourself too much to achieve your dreams?
Maybe that’s what’s worrying me the most. This fall, I will be able to prove, once and for all, if I am capable of doing film. I’ve done it before (to mixed results) but can I do it under an academic program? Should I even be asking this question if only to ruminate on it for the rest of the summer?
…I guess I’ll find out a few months from now.
I made some promises that I did not adhere to, College Student: Nutrition for example, so I apologize to you all for not keeping up with them. I won’t say what I’m working on now since that puts more pressure on me but I will say that stuff is coming, sooner than you might think. With yet another year of working on this blog coming and going, I’m always surprised by the small yet devoted following that I somehow maintain and could not be more grateful for your support especially when I ask for absurd requests like this one: "So, I'm currently writing a script and one of the characters is a ghost. Do you have suggestions for comically tragic ways that the character died? I'd really appreciate it!”
Thanks for being with me on this crazy journey.
-Arlill “Arley" Rodriguez
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Thursday, January 30, 2014
The Comedy Journal (of Certain Observations)
H-hi there. Happy 2014.
It's been a while since I've updated the blog so it should be fair to let you guys know exactly what's going on. First of all, the blog is going through some massive changes. As you can tell on the tabs, some things have been changed. For one, "short films" has its own tab now since the blog will become a focus on video-related projects from now on. What this also means is that there will be more periodic posts detailing the process of film-making (that I know at this point in my career). This means behind-the-scenes photos of short films I'm working on, and maybe even some commentaries if I can figure out how to do that. This is because I've realized that in my three years of maintaining the blog that I enjoy writing anything if it's related to film. If I ever do write a short story/poem, I will post it on the blog but expect more film-related posts from now on. I feel like I've said the same thing three times so I will move on. The "Other Things" tab includes both Presenters posts and Now What? posts. I think this will make the blog more interesting to read and for me, at least, it'll make the blog worth investing in. I look forward to update you all on progress on The College Student: Nutrition and any other projects I'll work on in the near future. I will also try to diversify the blog with occasional reviews, recommendations, academic papers, and unearthing certain..."works of art" from my past. You've been warned.
And with that, what the hell is the Comedy Journal? Well, my dear reader, I will tell you. I took a class last semester on comedy films. One of the assignments we had was to keep a journal of moments that we personally found very humorous. The catch was that we could only write down humorous observances, not situations that happened to us. We could also write about comical things that we found on the internet. So this is the comedy journal I turned in for the class. Iz purty gud. (groans)
Wednesday, Aug. 28, 2013
I was walking by Adelbert, walking to my next class, and watched the many other "faceless" students also walking hastily to their next objective. A van waited to turn right on Euclid. Across the street, a student stood very still as he called someone.
I thought about a white van full of pranksters that see the student. Their friend, Emily, has been talking with them and the van door is open. The driver says, "We're gonna get him good! Grab her!"
Emily says, "What?!" The guys grab and pull her into the van, leaving the student shocked by what he's just seen. The driver laughs heartily until he looks in his side mirror and sees the panicked student struggling to dial his phone. The van swerves into traffic and stops in front of the student, with the guilty driver trying to explain himself. The student does not think that the prank was very funny and it doesn't help that Emily continues to play the role of the captured woman to further incriminate her boyfriend, the van driver.
Friday, August 30, 2013
A student grimaced when he sees a wet floor sign used as a doorstop right at the entrance of a bathroom, not wanting to think about why the floor is wet. It didn't help that he walked toward the urinal and made squeaking noises at every step.
A student gets a hot dog from the dining room. He gets the brilliant idea to put a slice of cheese in his hot dog. He waits until he gets back to his seat. He wraps the cheese around the sausage and is puzzled when the cheese unwraps itself. He keeps trying to wrap it again and again but the cheese will not bend to his will.
Wednesday, September 5, 2013
I was eating in the dining hall and noticed that younger students tend to go sit with people they already know. As they sit in their chairs, satisfied that they have found their common group of friends, I reminded myself that I have my own group of friends, the table and chairs at the corner of the dining halls. They are always in the same place and every time, they look forward to seeing me as I assure them that I will never abandon them. Never, ever.
Wednesday, September 12, 2013
On the left side of the bridge, there’s a serviceably sized parking structure for students, faculty, and the sort. The building isn’t completely rectangular; in fact, the roof slants downward but the rest of the building is perfectly rectangular. It looks like there’s a large, invisible weight sitting on top of the building, literally bending the roof into a curve.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
I have a fairly good view of downtown Cleveland from my building/residential house/dorm. Directly across from my window, there is a tall building with bright, clear lights blaring out from the window. The window looks like an adorable, confused, round ghost straight out of Pac-Man and at night, its eyes light up in the midst of the somewhat dreary Cleveland skyline.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A long yet beautiful day was approaching its end. The bright, yellowy glow from the sun's dying rays crossed paths with the tall, glass windows until landing on some exhausted student's face. The young student was reading a complicated book on Philosophy with an even more complicated title. Suddenly, President Obama awoke the young student and told him that he was taking his seat. The student jumped up and landed on his bum. His glasses falling to the floor, he quickly looked around hastily to see if the president was still there. Alas, upon seeing the potted plants placed on the opposite ends of the windows, he remembered he was not at the White House, but at the marshmallow-y chairs found at Kelvin Smith Library.
Friday, September 27, 2013
The windmill: a proof of Case's commitment to the future to renewed energy and flying cars. The old medical building with a single smokestack sticking from the top: the image Case Photoshops out of every pamphlet when they mention their progressive environmentally friendly agenda. Practically standing across the street from each other, these two titans are ready to wage war against each other, a battle no one will pay attention to due to the urgent examinations that must be taken care of first.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
An old house right behind my dorm building was torn down recently. It had been boarded up and it was a matter of time before the bulldozers finally brought it down. The walls and debris were swept away, leaving behind the trails that look suspiciously like crop circles. It's only a matter of time before the UFO's are redirected from Roswell and land instead in University Circle.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Brawl In the Family comic strip: Sonic's Eyes
Sonic is a video game character with a rather unusual design. His eyes aren't separated like other characters/humans but are instead placed together. It doesn't make sense without some kind of image. Anyway, this humorous and cute comic strip makes three jokes at Sonic's expense about his unusual design, one where his pupils intersect at the center, one where he loses his contact lenses which look like goggles, and the last one where Sonic looks cross-eyed much to his friend's dismay who runs away frightened by what he's just seen. Sonic removes his sleep mask and prompts two bugs to fly away.
Thursday, October 16, 2013
I'm talking with a friend and the topic of humor comes up. She talks about how she is not completely sure why she laughs or chuckles at certain things. Knowing how sensitive she is about certain things, I try to explain my sense of humor. I have difficulty explaining my morbid and cynical sense of humor to her until I try to make an example of it. In a single breath, I explain to her how, in a few billion years, the human race as we know it will be extinct. Shortly after, in astronomy scale, Earth will be swallowed up by the Sun with the rest of the Solar System to follow. The Sun will blow up and then the universe will continue to spin around until it expands forever and eventually freeze into place forever and ever. We're laughing as hard as we ever had at the sheer absurdity of this reality that we will never see.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
We watch the film Borat in my Jewish Image in Popular Film class. Despite the film's offensive nature, it's one of my favorite satirical comedies of the past few years. Curiously, I looked up the Wikipedia article about the film and read the "Controversy" section. The amount of lawsuits levied against the film was astounding. In connection with the Carnivalesque, it was understandable that most people who made fools of themselves on camera would find it difficult to laugh at themselves. But the fact people's first reaction was to sue and try to win some money for the misuse of their public image shows how little they learned from the film in the first place, a film made to expose hypocrisy in the US in the most daring way possible.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
My suite-mate and I talk for a very long time about nonsense. At some point, he stumbles over and almost falls down as I reach out to catch him. He plants his feet on the ground and says, "I decided to fall down but then I decided not to." It took me a while to compose myself after laughing really hard at his comment. It took a while longer to explain why the moment was hysterical in the first place.
Tuesday, November 15, 2013
Nature reared its ugly head again and blew away every single leaf on the tree in front of my building. Every branch looked a thin and crooked line that would have been drawn by a kindergartener. I also couldn't stop but think about how each branch also looked laundry being wrung clean especially by how much it flickered and waved around in the wind.
Thanks for reaching the bottom. I have both a YouTube channel and a Vimeo channel. I'm also on Twitter and Tumblr. If you like this, even a bit, join the RS Facebook group for updates and info on my projects. Take care, everyone!
It's been a while since I've updated the blog so it should be fair to let you guys know exactly what's going on. First of all, the blog is going through some massive changes. As you can tell on the tabs, some things have been changed. For one, "short films" has its own tab now since the blog will become a focus on video-related projects from now on. What this also means is that there will be more periodic posts detailing the process of film-making (that I know at this point in my career). This means behind-the-scenes photos of short films I'm working on, and maybe even some commentaries if I can figure out how to do that. This is because I've realized that in my three years of maintaining the blog that I enjoy writing anything if it's related to film. If I ever do write a short story/poem, I will post it on the blog but expect more film-related posts from now on. I feel like I've said the same thing three times so I will move on. The "Other Things" tab includes both Presenters posts and Now What? posts. I think this will make the blog more interesting to read and for me, at least, it'll make the blog worth investing in. I look forward to update you all on progress on The College Student: Nutrition and any other projects I'll work on in the near future. I will also try to diversify the blog with occasional reviews, recommendations, academic papers, and unearthing certain..."works of art" from my past. You've been warned.
And with that, what the hell is the Comedy Journal? Well, my dear reader, I will tell you. I took a class last semester on comedy films. One of the assignments we had was to keep a journal of moments that we personally found very humorous. The catch was that we could only write down humorous observances, not situations that happened to us. We could also write about comical things that we found on the internet. So this is the comedy journal I turned in for the class. Iz purty gud. (groans)
Wednesday, Aug. 28, 2013
I was walking by Adelbert, walking to my next class, and watched the many other "faceless" students also walking hastily to their next objective. A van waited to turn right on Euclid. Across the street, a student stood very still as he called someone.
I thought about a white van full of pranksters that see the student. Their friend, Emily, has been talking with them and the van door is open. The driver says, "We're gonna get him good! Grab her!"
Emily says, "What?!" The guys grab and pull her into the van, leaving the student shocked by what he's just seen. The driver laughs heartily until he looks in his side mirror and sees the panicked student struggling to dial his phone. The van swerves into traffic and stops in front of the student, with the guilty driver trying to explain himself. The student does not think that the prank was very funny and it doesn't help that Emily continues to play the role of the captured woman to further incriminate her boyfriend, the van driver.
Friday, August 30, 2013
A student grimaced when he sees a wet floor sign used as a doorstop right at the entrance of a bathroom, not wanting to think about why the floor is wet. It didn't help that he walked toward the urinal and made squeaking noises at every step.
A student gets a hot dog from the dining room. He gets the brilliant idea to put a slice of cheese in his hot dog. He waits until he gets back to his seat. He wraps the cheese around the sausage and is puzzled when the cheese unwraps itself. He keeps trying to wrap it again and again but the cheese will not bend to his will.
Wednesday, September 5, 2013
I was eating in the dining hall and noticed that younger students tend to go sit with people they already know. As they sit in their chairs, satisfied that they have found their common group of friends, I reminded myself that I have my own group of friends, the table and chairs at the corner of the dining halls. They are always in the same place and every time, they look forward to seeing me as I assure them that I will never abandon them. Never, ever.
Wednesday, September 12, 2013
On the left side of the bridge, there’s a serviceably sized parking structure for students, faculty, and the sort. The building isn’t completely rectangular; in fact, the roof slants downward but the rest of the building is perfectly rectangular. It looks like there’s a large, invisible weight sitting on top of the building, literally bending the roof into a curve.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
I have a fairly good view of downtown Cleveland from my building/residential house/dorm. Directly across from my window, there is a tall building with bright, clear lights blaring out from the window. The window looks like an adorable, confused, round ghost straight out of Pac-Man and at night, its eyes light up in the midst of the somewhat dreary Cleveland skyline.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
A long yet beautiful day was approaching its end. The bright, yellowy glow from the sun's dying rays crossed paths with the tall, glass windows until landing on some exhausted student's face. The young student was reading a complicated book on Philosophy with an even more complicated title. Suddenly, President Obama awoke the young student and told him that he was taking his seat. The student jumped up and landed on his bum. His glasses falling to the floor, he quickly looked around hastily to see if the president was still there. Alas, upon seeing the potted plants placed on the opposite ends of the windows, he remembered he was not at the White House, but at the marshmallow-y chairs found at Kelvin Smith Library.
Friday, September 27, 2013
The windmill: a proof of Case's commitment to the future to renewed energy and flying cars. The old medical building with a single smokestack sticking from the top: the image Case Photoshops out of every pamphlet when they mention their progressive environmentally friendly agenda. Practically standing across the street from each other, these two titans are ready to wage war against each other, a battle no one will pay attention to due to the urgent examinations that must be taken care of first.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
An old house right behind my dorm building was torn down recently. It had been boarded up and it was a matter of time before the bulldozers finally brought it down. The walls and debris were swept away, leaving behind the trails that look suspiciously like crop circles. It's only a matter of time before the UFO's are redirected from Roswell and land instead in University Circle.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Brawl In the Family comic strip: Sonic's Eyes
Sonic is a video game character with a rather unusual design. His eyes aren't separated like other characters/humans but are instead placed together. It doesn't make sense without some kind of image. Anyway, this humorous and cute comic strip makes three jokes at Sonic's expense about his unusual design, one where his pupils intersect at the center, one where he loses his contact lenses which look like goggles, and the last one where Sonic looks cross-eyed much to his friend's dismay who runs away frightened by what he's just seen. Sonic removes his sleep mask and prompts two bugs to fly away.
Thursday, October 16, 2013
I'm talking with a friend and the topic of humor comes up. She talks about how she is not completely sure why she laughs or chuckles at certain things. Knowing how sensitive she is about certain things, I try to explain my sense of humor. I have difficulty explaining my morbid and cynical sense of humor to her until I try to make an example of it. In a single breath, I explain to her how, in a few billion years, the human race as we know it will be extinct. Shortly after, in astronomy scale, Earth will be swallowed up by the Sun with the rest of the Solar System to follow. The Sun will blow up and then the universe will continue to spin around until it expands forever and eventually freeze into place forever and ever. We're laughing as hard as we ever had at the sheer absurdity of this reality that we will never see.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
We watch the film Borat in my Jewish Image in Popular Film class. Despite the film's offensive nature, it's one of my favorite satirical comedies of the past few years. Curiously, I looked up the Wikipedia article about the film and read the "Controversy" section. The amount of lawsuits levied against the film was astounding. In connection with the Carnivalesque, it was understandable that most people who made fools of themselves on camera would find it difficult to laugh at themselves. But the fact people's first reaction was to sue and try to win some money for the misuse of their public image shows how little they learned from the film in the first place, a film made to expose hypocrisy in the US in the most daring way possible.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
My suite-mate and I talk for a very long time about nonsense. At some point, he stumbles over and almost falls down as I reach out to catch him. He plants his feet on the ground and says, "I decided to fall down but then I decided not to." It took me a while to compose myself after laughing really hard at his comment. It took a while longer to explain why the moment was hysterical in the first place.
Tuesday, November 15, 2013
Nature reared its ugly head again and blew away every single leaf on the tree in front of my building. Every branch looked a thin and crooked line that would have been drawn by a kindergartener. I also couldn't stop but think about how each branch also looked laundry being wrung clean especially by how much it flickered and waved around in the wind.
Thanks for reaching the bottom. I have both a YouTube channel and a Vimeo channel. I'm also on Twitter and Tumblr. If you like this, even a bit, join the RS Facebook group for updates and info on my projects. Take care, everyone!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
The Fortisixth One
The following is a stream-of-consciousness post. Apologies.
A person can make only so many promises to someone. People are incredibly harsh when it comes to mistakes, depending on how severe they are. And yet, some of us, the foolish ones, remain faithful to the liars who continue to break those promises.
My father the drunken fucking bastard.
The clock has run out.
It's been rewound many, many times before and even replaced after it breaks, but finally it's run out. After 19 years, the clock has stopped running, and I've had the nerve to throw it in the trash.
When you accept that life is a roller-coaster that peaks in its insanity and drops in interest constantly, what is the point of riding the same coaster over and over again when every ride ends in a violent, fiery crash?
The brute, the barbarian, spewing out his bits of language in different settings like a sprinkler. Only swear words can escape his lips, putrid words that falter in flight as soon as they're spoken, dragging themselves onto the ground much like pouring salt in the gardens.
He stands proudly on his territory, a broken household filled with cockroaches and rats, his closest companions. A tiled-up porch broken to bits, a gaping hole beggin' for someone's leg to get caught up in it and snap right off. A house that has a clear view onto the neighborhood, full of fools, bastards, drunks, liars, adulterers, idiots, believers, nonbelievers.
I sympathized with the beast many times. It was his birthday the following Thursday, and we did very little to recognize it besides sending a birthday text. How lonely can someone be when his own sons abandon him like this? He has a very difficult job. He's a construction worker and a damn fine one. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason that sets him off.
The beast is capable of camouflage, disguising reality with trickery, able to produce tears that even the saltiest oceans couldn't. He stuck to his story for almost a year now and we kept pulling ourselves back into it but we couldn't help but listen.
It's morning time now but my body is still in action mode. I don't think I fell asleep to tell you the truth. If I did, I'd probably feel more in tune, refreshed but instead I can only remember the position of the room, the yellow light marking its way in the room as the beast stumbled from his cave to cast us out. The brave warriors holding their weapons but forced to drop them as they knew they would only be repelled by the beast's scales.
If none of this makes any sense, how could it ever? How does it feel to have irrefutable proof that someone you once loved can't be saved.
In 11th grade, I was the only one who defended Blanche Dubois of not being crazy, but at the very end of Streetcar Named Desire, I found out she was. And so I've made it to the end of my own play, with all the ducks in a row ready for fire.
Life sucks. That might be the most blunt way to say that but sometimes, that's the only way you can say the obvious. Life fucking sucks.
End scene.
A person can make only so many promises to someone. People are incredibly harsh when it comes to mistakes, depending on how severe they are. And yet, some of us, the foolish ones, remain faithful to the liars who continue to break those promises.
My father the drunken fucking bastard.
The clock has run out.
It's been rewound many, many times before and even replaced after it breaks, but finally it's run out. After 19 years, the clock has stopped running, and I've had the nerve to throw it in the trash.
When you accept that life is a roller-coaster that peaks in its insanity and drops in interest constantly, what is the point of riding the same coaster over and over again when every ride ends in a violent, fiery crash?
The brute, the barbarian, spewing out his bits of language in different settings like a sprinkler. Only swear words can escape his lips, putrid words that falter in flight as soon as they're spoken, dragging themselves onto the ground much like pouring salt in the gardens.
He stands proudly on his territory, a broken household filled with cockroaches and rats, his closest companions. A tiled-up porch broken to bits, a gaping hole beggin' for someone's leg to get caught up in it and snap right off. A house that has a clear view onto the neighborhood, full of fools, bastards, drunks, liars, adulterers, idiots, believers, nonbelievers.
I sympathized with the beast many times. It was his birthday the following Thursday, and we did very little to recognize it besides sending a birthday text. How lonely can someone be when his own sons abandon him like this? He has a very difficult job. He's a construction worker and a damn fine one. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason that sets him off.
The beast is capable of camouflage, disguising reality with trickery, able to produce tears that even the saltiest oceans couldn't. He stuck to his story for almost a year now and we kept pulling ourselves back into it but we couldn't help but listen.
It's morning time now but my body is still in action mode. I don't think I fell asleep to tell you the truth. If I did, I'd probably feel more in tune, refreshed but instead I can only remember the position of the room, the yellow light marking its way in the room as the beast stumbled from his cave to cast us out. The brave warriors holding their weapons but forced to drop them as they knew they would only be repelled by the beast's scales.
If none of this makes any sense, how could it ever? How does it feel to have irrefutable proof that someone you once loved can't be saved.
In 11th grade, I was the only one who defended Blanche Dubois of not being crazy, but at the very end of Streetcar Named Desire, I found out she was. And so I've made it to the end of my own play, with all the ducks in a row ready for fire.
Life sucks. That might be the most blunt way to say that but sometimes, that's the only way you can say the obvious. Life fucking sucks.
End scene.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
The Twentieighth One
The advent of the past year concludes with the customary New Year's Eve post, where we reflect on the choices and events of the past year...and my blog is no exception. It's only been up for a few months, but already it seems that the blog is taking on an unusual direction as far as content goes. Originally, the blog was meant to only be a public anthology of my writing, but I've also posted updates on my first semester in college, as well as trying to create continuous segments such as "The Presenters" and "Ideas That Will Never Happen". The blog has been very challenging to update and maintenance, but it has also been such a pleasure writing up each post(unless, as this post shows, it becomes painful to write about anything) as I've been able to see the development of my writing as the year progressed. The next year will bring about other challenges...
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With the impending end of 2011 comes the impending start of the numerous blog posts that "reflect" on the events of the past year. I will continue the tradition with my own customary post.
2011, like it or not, was a terrible year for your fellow blogger. Many challenges and experiences have threatened to ...yada, yada, yada.
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2012 is almost upon us, as well as 2013, 2014, and the impending invasion of Bigfoot and his many siblings.
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Things to look forward to in 2012: Hopefully, by February or March, my short film, Semaphore, will be completed and I'll post the screenplay. In other news, a pet project I've been working on since 11th grade will finally have its proper debut(Here's a hint as to what's coming). Sides that, I'm not sure what my blog will have. At this point, the blog is shifting from a showcase of my old projects to a showcase of...well, anything that comes to mind. I know from reading other blogs that most of them have a central theme that the blog revolves around, and admittedly, even if my blog claims to be about "simple words from a complicated man-child", even it has a central theme: my imagination and how overrated it's becoming to me. When I talk to friends and colleagues about their interests and intelligence, I always tell everyone that my creative thoughts are what differentiate me from everyone else, but as the first semester of college has shown, realistically how far can that take me? Course, other people say that one semester of college cannot define what you'll become, and for others, not even the first year will do that, so again, I'm at a loss at what I'm supposed to believe or think. Nowadays, any outside thought influences more than my own...or so I think. Course, sometimes, even the outside influences can be more damaging than helpful. How complicated does the world have to become that a simple post about reflection wraps itself around endlessly as I've allowed to be? AGH! Seriously, what did I just type? Can anyone explain it to me? Let's try again.
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This year has taught me that writing things is really f*cking hard, and yes, I will censor it this one time since even the f-word doesn't completely envelope the countless struggles I've suffered in writing essays and blog posts, and as this post continues to show, even a blog post about reflection and revision demonstrates just how much more I will have to go through before I feel comfortable with saying hello and goodbye. Happy New Year and much luck in your...damn it.
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Merry Christmas and happy...wait, hold on...
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Another year has come and gone, as all of them tend to do. I'd like to say that for those have been following the blog that I greatly appreciate your support and will try to be more active with the blog in the following year. Also, it's been somewhat unusual seeing the difference between my older posts and newer ones and noticing how even with simpler ideas that slowly but surely I am progressing as a writer. With 2012 coming very, very soon, I'd just like to say that the blog will improve in the following months, and hopefully, I will become more coherent and understandable, and less of an annoying man-child as I currently still am. One of the biggest changes to the blog is the inclusion of more personal, update posts, much like these, as occasionally, the numerous complications of college and life demand those kinds of spontaneous posts. Rest assured, there is still a lot more of my past works left to be posted, and I will start working on the episode descriptions of the Presenters if the shorter ones don't completely explain the intent of the episode. I'll admit that whatever difficulty the blog has given me, it's been completely worth it in trying to have my voice "properly" represented in the middle of a seemingly brilliant universe. One thing I will try to do is highlight other people's projects so that they will also have an opportunity to bloom within this cynical spectrum of internet users. As my patient readers, if anything is going to happen, I'll be sure to tell you all about it.
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Sorry for the spontaneous rambling in the beginning.
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I hope you have all have a wonderful New Year's Eve, a fantastic New Year's Day, and a great year. With the amount of complications the world keeps presenting, a positive outlook could only help us further.
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Stay safe. Give hugs. Be nice, be kind, be good.
Your confused, yet enlightened friend,
Arley Harold
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With the impending end of 2011 comes the impending start of the numerous blog posts that "reflect" on the events of the past year. I will continue the tradition with my own customary post.
2011, like it or not, was a terrible year for your fellow blogger. Many challenges and experiences have threatened to ...yada, yada, yada.
---
2012 is almost upon us, as well as 2013, 2014, and the impending invasion of Bigfoot and his many siblings.
---
Things to look forward to in 2012: Hopefully, by February or March, my short film, Semaphore, will be completed and I'll post the screenplay. In other news, a pet project I've been working on since 11th grade will finally have its proper debut(Here's a hint as to what's coming). Sides that, I'm not sure what my blog will have. At this point, the blog is shifting from a showcase of my old projects to a showcase of...well, anything that comes to mind. I know from reading other blogs that most of them have a central theme that the blog revolves around, and admittedly, even if my blog claims to be about "simple words from a complicated man-child", even it has a central theme: my imagination and how overrated it's becoming to me. When I talk to friends and colleagues about their interests and intelligence, I always tell everyone that my creative thoughts are what differentiate me from everyone else, but as the first semester of college has shown, realistically how far can that take me? Course, other people say that one semester of college cannot define what you'll become, and for others, not even the first year will do that, so again, I'm at a loss at what I'm supposed to believe or think. Nowadays, any outside thought influences more than my own...or so I think. Course, sometimes, even the outside influences can be more damaging than helpful. How complicated does the world have to become that a simple post about reflection wraps itself around endlessly as I've allowed to be? AGH! Seriously, what did I just type? Can anyone explain it to me? Let's try again.
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This year has taught me that writing things is really f*cking hard, and yes, I will censor it this one time since even the f-word doesn't completely envelope the countless struggles I've suffered in writing essays and blog posts, and as this post continues to show, even a blog post about reflection and revision demonstrates just how much more I will have to go through before I feel comfortable with saying hello and goodbye. Happy New Year and much luck in your...damn it.
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Merry Christmas and happy...wait, hold on...
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Another year has come and gone, as all of them tend to do. I'd like to say that for those have been following the blog that I greatly appreciate your support and will try to be more active with the blog in the following year. Also, it's been somewhat unusual seeing the difference between my older posts and newer ones and noticing how even with simpler ideas that slowly but surely I am progressing as a writer. With 2012 coming very, very soon, I'd just like to say that the blog will improve in the following months, and hopefully, I will become more coherent and understandable, and less of an annoying man-child as I currently still am. One of the biggest changes to the blog is the inclusion of more personal, update posts, much like these, as occasionally, the numerous complications of college and life demand those kinds of spontaneous posts. Rest assured, there is still a lot more of my past works left to be posted, and I will start working on the episode descriptions of the Presenters if the shorter ones don't completely explain the intent of the episode. I'll admit that whatever difficulty the blog has given me, it's been completely worth it in trying to have my voice "properly" represented in the middle of a seemingly brilliant universe. One thing I will try to do is highlight other people's projects so that they will also have an opportunity to bloom within this cynical spectrum of internet users. As my patient readers, if anything is going to happen, I'll be sure to tell you all about it.
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Sorry for the spontaneous rambling in the beginning.
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I hope you have all have a wonderful New Year's Eve, a fantastic New Year's Day, and a great year. With the amount of complications the world keeps presenting, a positive outlook could only help us further.
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Stay safe. Give hugs. Be nice, be kind, be good.
Your confused, yet enlightened friend,
Arley Harold
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