Enjoy.
Evolution from Danny Cooke on Vimeo.
Call me a hipster, long as you're a listener.
It's the diabolical nature of this relationship. You want a good performance, and I want you to be there in the audience, so that when the lights come up, I'm not left with an eerie empty feeling. Not disappointment--more like drive to be more of an attraction. I'm an attraction, right? That's what I was always told. But really, I never listened to them anyway. Self-reliant and self-sufficient. Toss in some self-deprecation and some self-esteem and it's a social serial killer. Except I don't have a type.
Or I do.
Jamais Vu! from Evan Seitz on Vimeo.
Always copied, never emulated.
I run on subtlety, suave, and serenity. It hurts when a guy's all, "Hey, babe. You look good and kinda smart reading that textbook. Oh, what's that? GEOL 217? Hey, I'M IN THAT CLASS TOO. Maybe you could come over, write my paper, sleep with me, and make me breakfast in the morning." Come on, buddy. Nobody in geology has sex. We know you're bluffing.
The guy next to me in my exam was breathing so loudly throughout the three hours. It got under my skin after about 12 minutes. So I wrote me a half-assed fourth essay and left for the bar.
The part where the story looks like it's going to take a turn for the worst. But instead, I end up back home with a glass of milk, medicated, and drifting out of editing levels.
Fading.
