I've been going on a little trip through memory lane while clearing out some of the old stuff in my old room, now that I've moved back to my grandparents' house.
The stories I used to write have really made me smile, and so I'm going to copy some out, here, without fixing any gramatical errors (as I was only 11 years old at the time).
Mother Would Be Proud
My name is Victoria Melissa Giornio-Vanhaugen. I live luxuriously at my father's mansion in the Winter and Autumn, but in Spring and Summer I travel around the world. I have recently returned from a trip to the Carribean in my very own private first class jet.
I am very beautiful. My eyes are glistening sapphires against my soft creamy skin. My hair is soft and golden. I have already had 17 proposals but Daddy says that 13 is too young to marry and that the descendant of King Arthur is only worthy of a prince.
One day, after I had had a shower, and my beautician had done my hairs, nails and makeup. I slipped on a pretty singlet and miniskirt, I put on my sandals and I went outside. To my surprise, standing around the swimming pool were strange and ugly men in masks. Oh no! They were holding my favourite 24-carat-gold and diamond necklace! I didn't know what to do!
Suddenly a great shark leapt out of my swimming pool, gobbled them up, and spat out the necklace. I am never swimming in that pool again. I was very brave. Mother would be so proud of me.
A little too much detail there about how beautiful the girl was, Cass. "Glistening sapphires"? "Soft creamy skin?" And putting her in a miniskirt? And having "strange and ugly" men involved? Can you please just try to be a little bit less gay, Cass? Please?
Bob, Hayley and Puss
Once upon a time there lived an ugly rich man called Bob. Bob was extremely stupid and the only reason he was rich was because he won The Most Useless Person Award. With it he received $20 million, and he spent his money on a new house, a new computer, baby food and dog biscuits, even though his daughter Hayley was 10 years old and the only pet he had was a goldfish called Puss. The rest of the money he gave to Hayley.
Bob was trying to figure out how to turn on his computer (he didn't know what a power button was). It was so hard for him that he fell asleep.
Meanwhile Hayley was playing with the new electro-powered rocket she'd bought. She had inherited her father's intelligence and so she was very dumb.
Hayley put the rocket into the fish-tank where Puss was. The rocket burst into flames and so did the whole room. The reason it burst into flames so easily was because the fish tank was filled with vodka.
Hayley turned on the fan but that just made the flames worse. Bob heard the flames burning and woke up. Puss was a super jumping fish so he jumped out of the window and landed in the swimming pool.
By now the flames were out of control. Bob and Hayley hid behind the TV but it was no use. The house burst into flames and Bob and Hayley were never seen or heard of again.
The only one who lived happily ever after was Puss who got $17 million insurance money and went on an aeroplane trip around the world.
Okay, this one is just disturbed, really. Firstly, I seem to be an intellectual snob. Secondly, I know what vodka is. Thirdly, the goldfish didn't die while swimming in alcohol. Still, I think it deserves illustrations and should turn into a picture book. Anyone?
Through the pre-production of this film I have come to realise quite a few things about myself & my peers, as well as film-making as a whole.
Surprisingly they are not just the things you expect to learn, such as how to use a camera or what bounce boards are (although these are very valuable lessons in themselves).
This abridged quote, from Ira Glass, and the video it comes from, really speaks to me at the moment. For those of you who don't know, Glass is the presenter of This American Life, a radio program with an audience of over 1.7 million, broadcast on over 500 radio stations (we even listened to it in class last year). He is a big deal, a successful radio personality - someone inspirational, and so his words have a profound impact.
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it's just not that good. It's trying to be good, it has potential, but it's not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit.
I think this links in to what Paul has been telling us, about our expectations, but this puts another twist on it by saying that it is OKAY for us to have these expectations, to want to create amazing things, and to be unsatisfied with poor quality work that we produce, because we have this taste.
I've been thinking about this ever since someone pointed out on Facebook that the short film is only worth 40% of our mark (half of which is self assessed) and yet I'm dedicating more time and energy to this project than any other subject (and also to my blog! which is worth more, really.)
Also, it's been something I've been really stressed about, to the point of panic, procrastination and the incapability for coherent thought. I realise though that this comes from a deep-seated fear of failure, and this is something that most of us share. We want something that we can not only be proud of and show off, but fulfills our own expectations and satisfies our own wishes and desires.
This is only my first film. I want it to be the first of many projects, instead of giving up.
Also, in terms of university - yes, I am finding it difficult. I am poor. I am very pressed for time. But if I look at myself and the life I lead, it's easy to see how much money and time I actually waste: I went to Groovin the Moo yesterday which not only cost around $135 for the ticket but required us to stay overnight in the city so we could catch the 7.15 train on Saturday morning (as we otherwise wouldn't have gotten to Southern Cross on time, from Frankston) and also recklessly spent money on overpriced junk food and alcohol. I didn't need to do this, but I did. Yes, I wanted to see the Wombats (who were amazing!) and the festival was a good chance to see a lot of bands together, like Washington, Architecture In Helsinki and Gotye, but it wasn't necessary to my life.
I know I'm only nineteen, and there is this constant thought that if I don't live my life now, while i'm 'young', then I will somehow miss out and have to grow up and be forever unfulfilled. However, I need to have priorities and make sacrifices. Sure, it's good to have some sort of a life and see friends (who all complain that I never have time to see them, anyway), but I need to be doing things for me and making choices for me, and spending more time on things that I can be proud of. (Also, getting healthier would be good, because I feel pretty awful today.)
Thank you, Ira Glass. And in terms of our lives? Well, "if this is a rom-com, then kill the director".
WE JUST GOT THE INTERNET CONNECTED IN FRANKSTON!
this is fantastic news. for about a month i've been stuck here, without the internet, basically unable to do ANYTHING as i also can't drive - it takes an hour to get from the city to frankston, and the station is
really quite feral and completely scary at night.
but yay, oh yay, we are back in business, baby!
This photo was nabbed from assetjunkie.com - as an aside, this is a really interesting site about the internet, business, and basically most aspects of modern technological life. check it out!
This was a memorial video I made for my Poppy's funeral.
We had to scan in most of the photos, as we didn't have many digital copies.
Most of the photos were simply retouched in iPhoto, as I was doing it on a large scale and didn't have much time to individually edit this image. However, I think it came out pretty well.
The movies were also put together in iMovie - yay for mac software, hey?
The backing song is My Way by Matt Monroe. I mean no disrespect or copyright infringement by using it, it was just one of my Poppy's favourites.