So as I said earlier I'm a student in film and I hope to be one day, a director or a script writer. I directed a film in High School, it was sort of experimental and everyone thought it was weird except my mother probably. I think the main problem was that it did not support a narrative at all, there was no story, it was just visual. Nonetheless, I'm proud of it and again I had a lot of fun doing it, my friends were really into it except for the makeup removal part which was nearly impossible. It was inspired by Sartre's "Hell is other people" and the Metamorphoses by Ovid ( only some excerpts though ) I'll try to upload it eventually! Here's a shot..

I also wrote a short story that you may read here ( my friend's blog ). It's very gothic i think. I had to write it for school but the big idea is to re-adapt it into a short film one day, soon.. The story's title is The Second Death, if it were a film I guess its poster would look like this:

the main character would of course be the statuesque Marcello Mastroianni ( I wrote the whole story with him in mind) :

The death scene would be inspired by this painting (Sir John Everett Millais in 1852, Ophelia)

and then I would be rich and live there:

and be married to Matt Dillon or Joaquin Phoenix. ahh .. In the Meantime I have to take my little brother to karate class so I'll leave you with a very short excerpt from my short story!
As I walk through the ceaseless brume I remember words in the bible like “judgment”, “lake of fire” and “damned”. I recall running, standing, crying over rotten regrets. I recall paradise, hell, paintings and drawings. I meander aimlessly like a twisted vagabond until I finally stumble upon a corpse. The corpse rests on dense grass. Its skin is lush and almost lavender colored. It’s my lover. I can finally see her angelic face and her abysmal eyes stare right to me. Last time I saw her she was sitting on this rock but it appears that the rock now sits on her.

That's Heidi Montag trying to audition for the role.. pff .
I can't make too much fun of her though because I use to watch The Hills but only because it was so awfully stupid, ( isn't that what everyone says?)
xoxoxo