Genre, Logline & Synopsis of Essay 2

genre: comedy
logline: A group of teens are drinking at a party, one guy drinks too much and enjoys his whole night in the bathroom floor.
synopsis:
A group of teenagers have a party at one guy's house because his parents are out of town. They have two bottles of liquor and an empty house to themselves. They hang out and take shots, but one guy keeps on drinking large amounts really fast. Soon after that, he stumbles his way to the bathroom to vomit. He lays in the bathroom floor for hours trying recollect himself. Later on that night, a girl runs through the door and pukes in the toilet beside the guy laying in the floor. It wasn't long until everyone at the party was standing at the bathroom door pointing and laughing.

Genre, Logline & Synopsis for Essay 3

genre: drama
logline: A guy is having a good night at a bar, he is drinking beer and his band is playing a show, but his night quickly changes when bullets are fired.
synopsis:
A man is in a bar having a good time. He drinks beer and prepares for the show. His band will play tonight. Several cans of beer later, the band begins playing death metal for the drunken crowd. The aggressive music causes the listeners to go crazy. They are all running around pushing each other and throwing beer in the air. Some guy in the crowd takes things a little too far. This other guy is pissed and does not hesitate to punch him in the face. The guys pride is hurt, so he leaves. Once the death metal band is through with their set, all of the members left except the guitar player. He is hanging around to watch the last band, but his night quickly changes when two bullets fly through the window beside him. Glass hits him in the face and makes him bleed. People freak out but luckily no one was hit by the bullet. He finishes his beer and leaves before the cops get there. Who do you think the shooter was?

Genre, Logline & Synopsis for Essay 1

genre: Horror
logline: A guy is stuck in a nightmare and realizes that he blends in with the disturbing scenery all too well.
synopsis
A guy is having a nightmare. He is stuck in an old haunted school, where souless students walk the halls. For some reason, strange men wearing chemical suits are always carrying dead bodies out of the school. The obviously horrified guy decides to try and escape the school. On his way out he walks past a student who stopped to stare at him. She looked very disturbing with her large white empty eyes. She tells the guy that his eyes are the same way. He then realizes that he is just another souless student stuck in the school of death.

Essay and Storyboard 3

I was in a run down, hole in the wall bar in Memphis becuase a death metal band I was in was playing a show there that night. It was a small bar that didn't even have a stage, the bands just played on the floor in front of everyone. There weren't a ton of people there but the place was fairly crowded. It was about one hundred degrees in there and it smelled like sweat and cheap beer. When our band played, our music was a little aggressive so people began to mosh. The drunken crowd ran around hitting us and each other throwing beer everywhere. One guy took things too far and another guy hit him in the face without hesitation. The guy flew to the floor and had a confused, embarassed look on his face. The guy who got hit had left by the time we were through with our set. After we were done playing, I was standing near a window, drinking a beer, and talking to a guy I knew. Most of my band members had left, and I was just hanging around to watch the last band. All of a sudden I heard a very loud bang, then saw everyone grabbing their heads and ducking down. I felt glass fly against the entire left side of my body. The glass hurt and cut my face. I looked around and everyone had a scared look on there faces and were running. I didn't realize what had happened until I looked at the window and saw two bullet holes in the glass. The bullets had flown right between me and the guy I was talking to. There were two bullet holes in the wall across the room, so no one got hit. I was walking around with my face bleeding, finishing my beer, and yelling "What the Fuck!" The band that was suppose to play after us said "fuck this," packed up their gear, then left. Soon afterwards the cops showed up, and I went home. The funniest thing about it is that our band played a show their again less than two weeks after that.

Essay and Storyboard 2

When I was about sixteen years old, one of my friends threw a party. His parents were out of town and there we were with two big bottles of Jagermiester. We could think of nothing else better to do, so we decided to get drunk. Me and my friends sat at the kitchen counter taking shots. Being young and dumb, I thought I was a bad ass and could handle my liquor, so I kept on taking shots and drinking from the bottle. I had that warm, burning feeling in my stomach. I stood up from the counter it all hit me at once, I knew I was pretty inebriated. It felt like the world was repetitively flipping over my head as my mouth started to water in an unpleasant way. The party hadn't even gotten started yet, but I knew I was through drinking for the night. I stumbled to the bathroom to vomit and get it over with. Those drinks did not taste half as good the second time around. I did not know if I was through getting sick so I layed in the floor against the bathtub for a few hours. The floor was cold and it felt good on my back. While collecting myself in the bathroom floor, my friend busted in the door and threw up right beside me. Her eyes were bloodshot and glassy as she made grotesque puking sounds, but I knew how she felt, I was just in the same situation. A few moments later everyone else at the party walked to the doorway of the bathroom to point and laugh becuase they had been looking for me the whole night.

Essay and Story board 1

I remember a disturbing dream I once had, it felt very real. I was stuck in this old dull looking brick school. It seemed like every school I have been to in my life combined into one death trap. It was cold I had a constant uneasy feeling. There were lots of people in the school, I knew a few. Everytime I would glance away from them they would change to someone else. I remember the smell of death in the air. There were men in chemical suits carrying dead bodies out of the school. One body had been burned, I could actually smell the burnt flesh as the men in the suits rolled the scorched corpse by me. The smell was so strong I could almost taste it, it made me feel like I was going to vomit. By that time I was scared as hell, I walked through an alley between two school buildings tp get away from the bodies and a short blonde haired girl walked by me. She walked slow with her head down, then stopped to look over at me with a haunting look on her face. Her eyes were large and colorless, they had a cloudy white haze over them. I stopped and asked her, "what's wrong with your eyes?" she stared straight through me and said, "your eyes are like that too" then walked off. As soon as she said that I knew my eyes were like that too, it felt like they were rolled in the back of my head. The scene from the dream then spun away from me until I woke up in a cold sweat. It bothered me that she did not answer my question.

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Write up on "Place" Assignment

After thinking a little deeper about "place," I've noticed that a place can be anything and can set off any emotion. A place can be: big or small, dark or bright, growing or rotting, low or high, empty or occupied, mental or physical, creepy or beautiful, and much more. A place could also be created in the mind, such as in a dream. In my video I used two video clips to make my self fade to another position further away and on the opposite side of the screen. I filmed it in an open field so there would be a lot of open space. Surrounded by nothing and everything at the same time. I only said one statement about place, "I am really just right here, but I am over there to you." This statement could be thought about in several ways, but I think of it more as a statement about perception. I believe different peoples perceptions of things give them different opinions. A good example is a guy getting kicked in the nuts and everyone else laughing except the guy who got kicked in the nuts becuase its not funny from his perpective. I am on top of the world and you are on the side just a little bit, but to you, you are on the top and I am on the side.

Sense of Place

People can shape places in both positive like building a community and negative ways such as polluting and destroying the wild. Places also shape people, like where you grow up and your experiences in places can influence the person you are. Have you ever heard a familiar song and let it take you back to the place you were when you first heard it? Places can range from the type of space you create in your head to the space where you go to bed. Dreams have places that do not exist in reality, are those places real? Is a day a space in time? What kind of places will we see when we die? Will we the same places in a different way?

Definition of Place???

A place could be where you stopped reading or started eating. We could be in high places or low places. A place could be as massive as a universe or as minute as an atom. It could be a decayed place or a place where you once played. What if I was in your place and you were in mine? Is your space occupied or empty? Can a place be erased? Mind confined in 5 places at the same time changing, rearranging, everything. Negative space??? Inverted space? Who owns this place? Do people really own any place? Where did you place in the race to empty space? Is the internet a real place? What if you stay in the same place but that place is moving?

Place Freewrite

I am REALLY just RIGHT HERE but I am OVER THERE to you. I am on top of the world, and you are on the side just a little bit. A place that is haunted or a place that haunts? Are you peaking in or out? I am melting into this familiar place, the place where i got my first taste. We ride high in the sky no headlights in our eyes. I remember dancing in outer space. Sometimes it is Hell! Surrounded my nothing and everything at the same exact time. Falling, Flying, Dying in this place.

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