myspace?
i still have an account there?
oh my god when was the last time i logged in...
holy shit i gotta go check out my profile.
oh god my profile pic was from my vegas trip 2007 with thea!
so i go to close my account, so hopefully my hacker stops sending spam, but then it gives me the ominous "WE WILL DELETE EVERYTHING IN YOUR PROFILE" and suddenly a wave of nostalgia came over me.
i recall signing up for myspace back in 2005 first month of film school. my class was in the computer lab (aka mac lab) and dillon wyant told me to sign up to myspace. i thought i was pretty in tune with the net but i had no idea what the hell he was talking about. pretty soon everyone in my class was hooked and we all nerdly (that's not a word) left each other messages while we were in the same room. as i browsed through my old profile that now lays in dust i basically saw my year of film school. my blog entries were mostly about the first film i directed (epic ranting. problems that seem impossible now, i reread and laugh at myself thinking, why didn't i just do this? guess you do grow wiser with age. christ i was 19), and some brief entries involving the barely memorable months i worked at Chapters after i graduated and working at BoDog, my first paying industry job. then it stopped. probably cause drew and chelsea barrie kept telling me to join facebook.
so i saved my blog entries in word and deleted my myspace account. i mostly felt nostalgic for my 19 year old film student life, being so broke that i would steal peanut butter packets and eat them for lunch, drinking every fucking night, and not logging into some social networking site every couple of hours to see what my friends are up to. no i would talk to them.
but then i can't sit here and complain about "how we don't communicate anymore outside facebook". cause i would just text with my brand spankin' new cell phone that i never got tired of playing with, or log into myspace. same thing, just updated. so next time you feel guilty for using facebook to check in with your friends, don't. it's 2009. what's done is done.
one thing i found amusing in my old blog post of years back, was a "best of, worst of". apparently in 2006 the best was watching bring it on again with sean and the worst was editing a 48 hour film festival while sick.
calling it now, new weekly Friday post while be best and worst.
Best and Worst week of May 29th 2009.
Worst
- biking up extreme hills for 25 blocks.
- monday morning rainfest.
- craving chocolate while watching 2 hour episode of so you think you can dance but being too lazy to go to the store.
- starring at a huge excel sheet all day and typing in timecode.
- hearing noisy drunk chicks at the bottom of your window puking at 4 am.
Best
- biking down said hill for 25 blocks at twilight, heading to animal collective concert.
- so you think you can dance being back in my life on a weekly basis.
- my jazz teacher making us do amazing broadway choreography. my jazz hands were in full effect.
- Toxic cover by Yael Naim.
- beer friday at work starting at 4:30 pm
- revenue canada realizing their idiots and sending me a letter basically saying "ignore last letter we sent you about owing us money, we see that we cashed that cheque in february..."
- lisztomania by phoenix, someone brilliantly recognized that this was an 80's homage so they made a brilliant brat pack homage to it. who wants to learn how to 80's dance with me? if this video doesn't put you in a good mood or make you wanna dance, you're dead to me.
ta!
julia gulia
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