Find the life my ass ({Eliana})
Oct 30, 2008 19:36:48 GMT -5
Post by Mackenzie Baker on Oct 30, 2008 19:36:48 GMT -5
Everything is amazingly dull today, where the hell is the color and the life and everything I’m supposed to be filming. What the fuck was the point of that stupid assignment anyway? Find the life in everything? What the hell does that even mean. Not everything lives so how the hell is that possible? Swear if that man wasn’t so hot, I’d think he was smoking something. This assignment sucks ass. How the hell am I supposed to capture life? Mr.Spencer…Dear Mr.Spencer. I’d love to shove my foot up your ass. Would you like to bend over and show me the life in that? So to say that Mackenzie was bitter was an understatement. She was pissed, and it showed across her face and her posture. And the way she planned on editing her footage later on to be spiteful. This was conforming. She liked filming, it was her niche, filming based on topics assigned to her was annoying. Mr.Spencer was annoying. She wasn’t truly sure why she’d applied in the first place. Admittedly, there had been some awesome projects she’d gotten to experience, and even if she’d faked her contempt, she’d enjoyed them. But she just genuinely hated this project. Not to mention the fact that she was failing miserably at it and had waited until the last moment to get it done. She hated failing, especially at things she was supposed to be good at. Failing this project was just not an option. She'd find the life in something. Or she'd do a good job making life out of something. It sucked that she had no idea what Spencer was looking for. Or what she was looking for, for that matter.
Slinging her shoulder strap over her head and tossing it to the side, she plopped down to the ground and positioned herself comfortably. Sighing determinedly, she pushed the buds of her i-pod into her ear and turned it on full blast. The first attempt at capturing life in what she was filming was aiming it at the sky. Nothing but shapeless clouds and swarms of birds at different intervals. Oh! And she got a good glare of the sun in her eyes, causing her to hiss and cringe back away from the camera, cursing under her breath. Her next failed attempt was aiming her camera at her passing schoolmates as they scurried to class, but that was a failed attempt as well. All she got were zombie look-a-likes, and a particular public display of attention that made everything she’d consumed that day lurch in her stomach. Ugh. As Papa Roach blasted in her ears, she turned her camera to a patch of flowers, watching as a bee hopped from one to another gathering pollen and leaving his dirty, pollen-full footprints on other flowers. And that was how flowers mated. Gave an entirely new meaning to threesome. She found herself laughing at her own thought, deciding that using that in her project wouldn’t particularly be a bad idea. After all, flowers had to get some too right? It was finding life in her work. Sex was a part of everyday life wasn’t it? Grinning she continued filming the bee, zooming in and out on certain pars of the bee and the flowers he skipped along. And just as she zoomed in to follow the bee, someone abruptly stepped into her shot. Her foot kicked against the ground as she let out a rather annoyed huff. Zooming out, she scanned the person up until she could see their face, after screaming at them.
“Hey, do you mind moving your ass out of my shot?!” she asked, pulling her face way from the camera and gazing at them matter-of-factly.
Slinging her shoulder strap over her head and tossing it to the side, she plopped down to the ground and positioned herself comfortably. Sighing determinedly, she pushed the buds of her i-pod into her ear and turned it on full blast. The first attempt at capturing life in what she was filming was aiming it at the sky. Nothing but shapeless clouds and swarms of birds at different intervals. Oh! And she got a good glare of the sun in her eyes, causing her to hiss and cringe back away from the camera, cursing under her breath. Her next failed attempt was aiming her camera at her passing schoolmates as they scurried to class, but that was a failed attempt as well. All she got were zombie look-a-likes, and a particular public display of attention that made everything she’d consumed that day lurch in her stomach. Ugh. As Papa Roach blasted in her ears, she turned her camera to a patch of flowers, watching as a bee hopped from one to another gathering pollen and leaving his dirty, pollen-full footprints on other flowers. And that was how flowers mated. Gave an entirely new meaning to threesome. She found herself laughing at her own thought, deciding that using that in her project wouldn’t particularly be a bad idea. After all, flowers had to get some too right? It was finding life in her work. Sex was a part of everyday life wasn’t it? Grinning she continued filming the bee, zooming in and out on certain pars of the bee and the flowers he skipped along. And just as she zoomed in to follow the bee, someone abruptly stepped into her shot. Her foot kicked against the ground as she let out a rather annoyed huff. Zooming out, she scanned the person up until she could see their face, after screaming at them.
“Hey, do you mind moving your ass out of my shot?!” she asked, pulling her face way from the camera and gazing at them matter-of-factly.