With the recent jumbling of the Top Ten Sites ladder, I found myself very close to the coveted 10 position. I really want to make it to 10. Not because I want to be ranked higher than other people, but mostly because I would love to see my name on the menu bar. If I ever make it into a top ten, I'm taking a picture and that's that. I have no ambition to become the best on Joeuser, because I know I'm not the best. There are many bloggers here, who have unmistakable talent when it comes to writing. Little do they know, that they will never outrank Tederick.
All I want is my 15 minutes of fame. I still relish in the fact that my Review of The Butterfly Effect was once on the homepage, but to be on that bar, and to grab a pic of it, would be heaven. While there's nothing I can really do to speed up the process, I've decided that now is the time to work on my writing.
I recently was accepted to the University of Toronto for their Cinema Studies program (along with Brock, U of T Scar. campus), and have really seen my life take a turn. Now that it looks like I might actually get to go to university, and be able to take my dream course, my life doesn't seem so scary. The only scary thing, is the what do I want to do when I grow up question. As of now, it's battling between Film Critic, Director, Actor, and Stuntman. Oh and Space Ranger. I feel like Film Critic would be amazing, but I would never be able to interact with the production of movies on a physical level. Director seems way too ambitous for me, and way out of my league. The only job that I would be happy with right now, would be Editor. I can cue things up and I can tell when something drags on too long.
Right now, my plan is too go through university trying to become a Film Critic, while learning the subtle arts of visual storytelling in my spare time. If I went to uni, trying to learn how to direct, I would fail miserably. Yet, if I'm going to become a film critic, wouldn't that mean, that I know how to write? I suppose so, but that would conflict with my inability to write shit. Throughout high school, essays were the devil! Yet, Geoff Pevere was always an idol to me. Not in the "I shall worship you, for you give my life purpose" way, but more in the "Man I wish I had your job." I guess, I'll learn this writing thing in university. If all goes well, I'll be writing my own scripts someday, with walk-on cameos, where I carry flowers. Worst comes to worst, I'll just start that underground conspiracy newsletter, and eat tapioca pudding. Wait......I hate tapioca pudding. Crap.
With inappropraite, and undeveloped references like that, I guess I could always become the Keenan Ivory Wayans of the future. Hmmm. I better find a sketch show to get started on.