Men når du skinner. Når du skinner er du vakker…

I feel like writing. It’s one of those feelings. I don’t know what I feel like writing. But yet, I feel like writing about things. Yes, I said things.
I have a hobby, it may be weird to you. But to me, it’s comforting. I enjoy learning about things that no one finds interesting. Wikipedia is my dear friend and I read it a lot. I remember when I was 14, I read a 1100 page book on the Battle of the Bulge. Just to learn it.

I like to absorb as much as possible during my time on Earth. Which also leads me to my interest in people watching. I will watch people when I’m bored. Look at their behavior and such.

It’s a habit, but I’ve probably learned a lot during my little study. Once I have gotten older, I’ll probably write a book.
As a matter of fact. Some of the blog’s entries are now being revised and rewritten to fit into some kind of book that I’d like to keep for myself to chuckle at my hilarity.

I’m gonna head off now. Just so I can pay attention in class.

So, things have changed on the blog.

I changed the theme. It needed a little change, so I changed it in a spur of a moment type of things.
It’s the last week now. Slowly getting by, but honestly, it’ll all be worth it one day.

Visit the about page if you wish. Just to know more about me or even hire me. I’d be delighted to get some work.

I realize nothing and do not mind.

I realize I spelt the title wrong in the last post. Man of Faith and Man of Science it should read. But I do not mind.

I’m going into my last month of Month 6 at Full Sail. Half a year already, Twilight has been released on DVD and I feel the world is getting worse. Good thing the business I have chosen for myself is one of escapism. Films will be there to take you to places which you may never see in your lifetime, they take you out of this world. In the words of Adam Savage, “They replace your reality, and substitutes it with it’s own reality.”

Sometimes I dream about such a day coming where I am contributing on such a spectacle. But that dream is far ahead of me. I still have one and a half year ahead of me. Hard work will be put in, bad days shall be had, good days shall be had, and experience will be mother superior in these months.

I can already feel the expectations I have raised by my work, but it’s a standard I shall keep.

Here’s too one good night sleep.

Nemi.

A Man of Science and a Man of Faith

I am a man of both, there is a place for science, there is a place for faith.

I confess there are things wherein Science does not provide the answers, Faith does. Faith provides one answer though. God. Which seems to be a way out of any discussion. If you remove all logic thinking, Hod might be a suitable argument. But all things have a beginning.

The accuracy of the Bible isn’t worth discussing. Multiple authors over many centuries, still containing the same literary style, it’s a novel with followers. It’s got its morals, which is all the Bible. One should follow these morals granted, the God concept helps emphasize it.

It’s honestly a never ending debate. Like I said, we all die. We both have one answer we turn to. It’s all the same. Science could be even considered a religion.

oth things have a place in our world. Perhaps God did exist and he did help create The Big Bang. It’s all intertwined. Maybe.

But Faith shouldn’t be pushed onto others, nor should Science. It’s a matter of opinion. Science should be allowed to further try to find answers. Religion should be allowed to practice what it has been. There shouldn’t be any meddling in others affairs. They’re separate entities. Once a side has found the definite answer with enough evidence to back it up. Sorry Religion, a book doesn’t count. Science, you’re still not there. you have contradictions and still have holes in all theories.

I still fear that once the two have found the definite answer, much more quarreling will continue for the years after. There are die-hard followers. And I must amend one more thing. I also believe there is perhaps a place for Science in Faith and vice-versa.

But all this is not for me to say. I am yet a lowly student learning my trade

I get by with a little help from my friends.

Through out the last day, I have learned who are my true friends.
They have offered me board during my troubles, I don’t think I could have asked more from my friends.

The last month has been hellacious in the terms of board.
Here is my list of complaints to my roommate.

• Never doing the dishes. Leaving me to clean up their foods off dirty dishes.
• Never taking out the trash.
• Stealing my fucking milk.
• Stealing my fucking toilet paper.
• The lack of responsibilities within rent and utilities.
• The fact that you fucking take over the living room and not allow me to use it.
• The fact you bought a cat and never told me despite me being allergic to cats
• The fact that you had sex on the dryer and I caught you
• The complete lack of respect during late night hours
• The fact that you didn’t ask if your girlfriend could move in.

• The fact that after said girlfriend moved in, you didn’t split the rent three ways.

I’m sure there’s more. But you get the point. So I’m moving out. I never was on the lease due to my international status.
So fuck him. It truly doesn’t help my opinion of people from North Carolina. On the other hand, people from New Jersey, Virginia and Iowa. <3

That’s it for today really. Except the fucking lab tech tore my script apart and I ruined it to fit his guidelines.

Lovefurypassionenergy

Being sick is never fun. It never is. Yet, being sick at Full Sail is probably worse since they have an attendence policy which allows you to miss 8 hours maximum. Which is basically a lecture and a lab. I’ve missed 4 hours this month. So fuck. I have to drag my aching body to class. I can tell that everyone else is sick too because of the death coughs just slowly moving around class. Just when I start to feel better, everyone else is sick.

It’s actually quite interesting. I don’t know everyone in my class, but as I can tell, it started with me. Then it passed onto someone I knew and from there, it went to forth into the abyss. It shows how illnesses spread throughout people. I don’t know. It might be the mixture of drugs and sugar that is driving me mad. Yes. Driving me mad.

Wikipedia ruins lives.

Well, my title is correct. I’ve just spent the better part of an hour trying to decipher quantum mechanics laws on teleportation/cloning. It’s all too much really for one human to understand in the condensed form. I’ve got some concept of it, and I think that’s where I’ll stop.

I’ve slowly been developing a cough, it’s a horrible one, one that comes from the chest and it rumbles when I breathe. I feel like a dragon. A dragon who feels like shit. I believe it might be the fan in my room, being that somehow, it was covered in the so-called “black shit” last night and every time I blow my nose, some of the substance comes out. I understand that this isn’t the most interesting of subjects. But it’s quite amusing. To me, at least.

Otherwise, walking to classes brings up some interesting issues. I was crossing the road and one of those people came around the corner. You know, I drive a pick-up made by Ford and I believe I’m better than everybody else, oh look at my iPhone and my high-brow clothes. Ooo. I’m listening to Kanye West, I’m so wrong. Yes. That kind of person. He fucking clipped me. I mean, the light was red and I had the right to cross but no, Mr. I-am-too-important-for-pedestrians had to believe he is above the law and clip me. Fuck him.

It brings up a point really, the differences between Europe and the US. The walking culture. In Europe, we walk, bike and take public transportation, as a result of this, we have more rights than motorists. We have our own roads and underground crosswalks. For example, I can ride my bike from my home to the airport without crossing one road if I feel like it.

Now in the USA, you’re dependent on your vehicles. McDonalds has a 24/7 hour drive through but won’t allow someone to walk by. How idiotic is that? That’s basically a form of…what’s the word. It’s like racism but with cars and walkers. Pedestist. No. That sounds like something with pedophilae. Motorism. There you go. It’s a form of Motorism.

And this is why, Europe > USA in one way.

Europe 1 – 0 USA.

I think I just found a recurring bit.

I Bet You Look Good In A Riot

Look. I’m posting again. My iCal told me to.

So? What’s been happening? I’ve been writing my script. I’m a good 2 pages out of 9 in. I’ve taken some inspiration from Delirium’s writing and comics. He’s a little muse for me. It’s taken most of it’s inspiration from Fuel on Fire and Rosetta Fallen and Lost really. It’ll be quite fun if I can get it to work as a short story. If not I have to drop it and rewrite it by Monday. It should be okay, hopefully.

In other news, I’ve been following this economic downturn thing via The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and BBC. I’ve learnt that money is being wasted and given to people who waste more money. It seems fun as hell. Give me a couple billion dollars and I’ll waste it. Then I’ll write it off as a failed investment and not pay tax on it. It seems like such a delightful system. Not that I’m dissing America. I’m more dissing the economic system and the government.

You’ll probably ask me what I’d do. Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to do. That’s why I’ll diss it, but not fix it. I don’t care really as long as I’m financially secure. Otherwise if this continues, I’m going looting. Fuck it. I need a tv and a mini-fridge. I haven’t seen one report where looters get arrested, most probably because I don’t look for them. Out of sight, out of mind.

Now. I’ve been updating regularly for two posts. Good work, eh?

I would post my opinions on current events other than the big economic thing, but the internet won’t work right now.
So I’ll post about the Premier League in one sentence.

MANCHESTER UNITED WILL WIN THE PREMIERSHIP ALONG WITH THE FA CUP TO COMPLETE THE DOMESTIC TREBLE. There I said it.

And after a healthy 300 words. I’ll let you go blog. I’ll try to update during the weekend if something amazing happens, if not. Come back on Monday.

-Nemi

A Decade In The Sun

Alright. I believe it’s about time I actually use this blog as a blog and not some random thing I update once in a while. I’ve set my iCal to alert me whenever it’s time to post. So Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So hopefull it’ll help. If it doesn’t. I’m usually twittering away on http://twitter.com/nemington. So give that a looksie and if you feel like it. Follow me.

So far, I must be honest about my experiences within Florida. I’m heading into month 6. Over half a year in Florida now. It’s starting to wear and tear at me by now. The long classes and endless weeks. I need a break. Which will come this weekend in my first 2 days off for 2 months. Amazing. I love it honestly. Then I have a 3 day week followed by a nice little break of 3 day weekend. It’s all glorious. I’ll be rested and such.

I had a talk with Mike from PoB. I’m off the team. I basically resigned and I’m sure he was expecting it, but he didn’t show it. So I’ll be back there, I’m still going to visit it. I just can’t be as active as I used to be. I’m sure I’ll be back once Alexandra finds her place to stay as I’ll have more Nemi time. Yes. I called it, Nemi Time. It’s when Chris becomes Nemi and talks to Delirium about sisters and such.

Now, Full Sail is excellent. People are dropping like flies though. There’s about 10-15 people from my former class who made it onto this month. So I’m without my normal friends, but I’m slowly making new ones. There’s still people in my section who are complete douchebags and deserve to fail and work at Burger King. “NO I DO NOT WANT YOUR SCRIPT WITH MY BURGER. FUCK YOU. GIVE ME FRIES INSTEAD” is in their future.

Granted, you want to be a screenwriter and you believe you can write well. But if you can’t spell simple words like definitely or adventurous without spell check. I sorely believe that your personal passion isn’t enough, maybe some attention to your language, WHICH YOU SPEAK EVERY FUCKING DAY AND YET YOU STILL FUCKING DON’T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT. Well, I’m ranting at douchebags when they make a story about robots taking over the world and saying it’s original. When your characters are one-dimensional and it’s all action, it’s not original, it’s shit. Without characters or action with cause, your movie has as much marketability as 2Girls1Cup: The Movie made by Uwe Boll.

So fuck you, douchebags. (Notice the vague description of Douchebags.)

I think this is enough. I have a story to tell on Friday about cops. It’s funny and shows how idiotic people are.

Oh and…I have an about page in the works.

Sincerely,

Nemi.

There Is No Mathematics To Love And Loss

Right, I keep forgetting about my blog.
I should really keep it up to date as I love looking back at my life.

So, here goes.

I have a script in my hands, it’s absolutely excellent. It’s by someone some of the readers might know, Joseph ‘Slick’ Shea. So we’ve gone through all the preparations we need for making this a great little short. We’ve got our director, our producer, our director of photography and all we need now is our actors. So we’ve holding our auditions at Full Sail. I’ll post the date when the room is locked down.

Other than that, life has been going fine. Uni is decent, I learn more from the practicals that I’ll ever do in lecture. So I spend my time sitting on the internet doing nothing. Love life? Still loving, Alexandra and I are starting to become pretty serious. We’ve basically been living together since before Christmas.

Now, time to “pay attention” to lecture.