This week is story week, so my video (I switched days with Simon) won’t make any sense until you watch everyone else’s.
Author: Bri
College Year 1: In Review
Glee and Me
I started watching Glee way back when the pilot came out, back when there was a little hype and a lot of “yeah it’s like a musical in 45 minutes” going around. At first, I’ll admit. I enjoyed it a lot. It was a new show format, the characters were fun and crazy, and overall it was a decent way to spend 45 minutes. But let’s get real, everyone. The writing on this show is not particularly impressive. The story lines are cheesy and cliche and the behaviors of many of the characters make about as much sense as Donald Trump running for president.
This is my character-by-character analysis of the show and what I think they need to do in order to cling to their audience for another season. Continue reading “Glee and Me”
These Folk: in sickness on stages
Childhood week! Also… I’m sick again. Woo.
So. College.
Wow. I’m one final away from being done with my first year of college. That’s… bizarre. I’ve been dreaming about college ever since middle school, and I’m already one year in. Wow. Continue reading “So. College.”
Behind the Scenes of Art and Douchebags
In which the boys are gross and mean to me and I pop my colla’ like a boss.
Art and Douchebags
This is the final section of a larger collaborative project for my video activism class, but Michael (the director) and I (the editor) loved it so much we knew we had to upload it in its singularity for the betterment of mankind.
Starring:
Alex Hintz- Protagonist/ Narrator
Dion MacDonald- Douche #1
Colton Markham- Douche #2
Bri Castellini- Fallen Artist #1/ Camerawoman/ Chief Editor
Kevin Taucher- Fallen Artist #2
Conner Murdock- Nerd Artist
Michael Henderson- Director/ Writer/ Cameraman
These Folk: Thoughts on YouTube
Most Beautiful Plague
This is a response to the blog that I posted earlier, which I actually wrote at 11:30 last night. It’s never a good idea to let me blog late at night, especially when it’s (ahem) that time of the month. I guess this is less of a response and more of a less angsty blog to balance the scales again. Continue reading “Most Beautiful Plague”
I’m no poet… and I know it
So the night before last there was this writer’s open mic night. I attended. I read two poems. One about Bart and one about peeing. Apparently, everyone liked them. I got third place. And that’s dangerous. Continue reading “I’m no poet… and I know it”