Let me apologize to anyone who has bothered to look at my decrepit face in the past 36 hours. I look terrible. The circles cannot be salvaged with any amount of concealer. And the immense amount of caffeine I consumed yesterday to study lead me to look like this guy:
Yes, some kind of freakish mix between a spider monkey and an punk rocker. But seriously, anyone who approached me in the library – I swear I wasn’t on crack, as I’m sure you all thought because my pupils refused to dilate and appeared to be the size of my head. The only thing getting me through my marathon study sesh was this video because honestly, who doesn’t love a bunch of chipmunks singing about tiny and bold cowboys, wranglin’ cattle the size of schnauzers?! If you want a real treat, youtube the spanish version because the emphasis they put on “mini vacas!” is hysterical.
Anyway, about the post title.
The thing about me is that I have a ton of different ideas going on in my head at any given moment. I have ideas about sequences in films, casts I would put together, songs lyrics to compose, step class routines to choreograph; paintings to create, books I want to write, productions I want to assemble and manage. I’ll have these creative visions and I’m like “YEAH! THAT’S AWESOME!” and by the time I get to remembering it later I’ve lost the creative flow and it doesn’t seem great enough to write down, which makes me wish I had some kind of virtual notebook that could read my mind so I could have everything stored.
So I have all of these things I want to get involved in, but how does one get involved in picking music for a movie? I mean, do you just apply for those jobs? I don’t think so. I’d like to cut the trailers too, much like Cameron Diaz a la The Holiday. If anyone wants to give me some direction on that, that would be awesome.
This is all coming about because today on iTunes radio, George Harrison’s “I Got My Mind Set on You” came on. Lordy, what a gem. It’s like discovering $20 in your old jeans. It reminds me of Look Who’s Talking Too but instead of diving into the scene in the movie when that song is played, I started conjuring up a new movie concept, complete with main characters and then started formulating a scene out of that. Is that weird? I mean I know I’m a little on the weirdo side (I’m still in love with Justin Timberlake. It’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had – 10 years), but that cannot be out of the ordinary. I’m kind of hoping some kind of visionary of our time like Ron Howard or Ben Silverman or Steven Speilberg or Oprah has done that very same thing. Anyway, my scene was pretty kickass and it would be a perfect component to a cult-classic teen movie, much like a “10 Things I Hate About You” or something.
I also really want to help produce a real-life version of Bergdorf Blondes. This book is absolutely hysterical and I have a perfect cast laid out for Plum Sykes to choose from. I even have locations picked out, clothes for specific scenes, and in true cinematic form, I’d added some additional scenes not included in the book for some comedic effect. Too far? I feel like I’m prepared. In case I ever bump into someone who knows someone who is going to try to pitch a B.B. movie.
Well I can’t think straight right now… I’m off to my last final in seven hours and then it’s clean up time (as in my room). I’ve had enough clothes to last me TWO MONTHS without doing laundry. Needless to say, it’s become more an of issue concealing all of the dirty ones in hampers (three apparently isn’t enough) then finding new ones to wear. My roommate came into my room on Sunday, dumbfounded, and said “Kirbie, it truly is amazing how many clothes you have.” I’m not saying that to brag, I’m saying that to express how GOD AWFUL it’s going to be when I have to decide what to take to Cali and what not. I have my work cut out for me, but lucky for my baby cousin Olivia because she gets everything I can’t take! 🙂