Hey guys! Today we are going to talk about the main causes of the French Revolution.
During the thirteenth century French society was legally divided into three groups. Though the groups were technically legal the burdens of taxation were unequally distributed.
The First Estate was made up of clergy (church leaders) which made up about one percent of the overall population. This estate owned a majority of French land, collected church taxes(tithes), had tax exemptions (they paid none at all!!!), and enjoyed many other major privileges.
The Second Estate consisted of nobility (people related to royalty) which made up about two percent of the population. This estate controlled a lot of land, were in high military and government positions, and enjoyed some of the same privileges as the First Estate.
Lastly, the Third Estate consisted of rich but not insanely rich people, working class people, and peasants. They made up about ninety percent of the population. They paid the most direct taxes and feudal dues while having the least amount of political power.
PAUSE. If you were here last week then you know about the Enlightenment. Guess what gave the French commoners an idea to resist the power of the higher classes…? That’s right, the Enlightenment!!!
Around the fourteenth century leading into the nineteenth century France had a lot of economic problems.
Since France spent heavily on wars (mainly on supporting the American colonies during the American Revolution) creating war debts.
Since the privileged estates (the first and second estates) refused to pay taxes, the monarchy struggled to raise enough revenue. This was the downfall of France’s government finances.
France resorted to regressive taxation which meant many taxes fell most heavily on the ordinary, mostly working class and peasants. (Funding a nation by draining poor people dry instead of the rich) now what does that sound like?!!
Poor harvests in the late 1780s increasing food prices increased the price of bread (the main source of food for most of the population).
When wages failed to keep pace with food prices, urban workers had less money for necessities. This led to economic hardship.
A financial crisis forced the king to call the Estates-General in 1789, giving the estates a chance to challenge the political system (this was a political consequence).
When the Estates-General was called, the First and Second Estates outvoted the Third Estate 2-1. The members of the Third Estate argued that representation should reflect the number of people they represented.
In June 1789, Third Estate delegates declared themselves as the National Assembly. This is when the Ideas spark…See you next week!!!
Do you have a song that means the world to you? Is there a song that reminds you of one of the best nights of your entire life? …I can’t hear your answer right now… But I know that I have a song that holds a special place in my heart. The song “Kilby Girl” by “The Backseat Lovers” gives me chills and makes me smile uncontrollably every time I hear it. It reminds me of the period of time when my whole life was going amazing. I was making new friends, hanging out with the people I love, and I was sure the boy that I liked liked me back.
Every lyric of this song is packed with emotion. It feels as if it describes the period of September, 2025-December, 2025 perfectly. The repeating guitar in the intro, the slightly scratchy vocals of Joshua Harmon, the use of the symbols. Everything about this song is just perfection to me.
This song isn’t connected to anything directly, but the feeling of joy I get every time I blast it while writing brings me back to the amazing days of making new friends and connections.
“Kilby Girl” isn’t the only song I love from them. At first it was, but I’ve recently been trying to expand my taste in music by listening to every song from bands I like. Now I love even more songs by them.
A list of all my absolute favorites is (in no particular order)
Still a Friend–Elevator Days
Just a Boy–Just a Boy (it’s a single)
Out of Tune–Out of Tune (it’s also a single)
Pool House–When We Were Friends
Watch Your Mouth–When We Were Friends
Kilby Girl–When We Were Friends (duh)
Of course I like a lot more, but these are just all the ones I play on loop. (Along with the entire album “When We Were Friends’).
I also enjoy “Silhouette” from the album “Waiting to Spill.” It’s got a nice build up, but I wouldn’t put it on my list of favorites. “Close Your Eyes” from the same album is also quite nice. Actually, I just like that album. It’s obviously not my favorite, but it has some solid songs on it.
I highly encourage you all to give at least my small list a listen. You may just find a new band you really enjoy like I did. (I’m not encouraging btw, I’m telling. Go listen to them.”
If anyone would like for me to yap about music again, I have quite a few bands I’d love to share with you all.
I’m going to make an educated guess and say your at least familiar with depression if you haven’t experienced it yourself, and you may or may not be aware of how miserable it is. So.. why would they stay like that if its so miserable!!! I hear you asking audience, and I am here to answer!!!
I’m not going to say off PERSONAL experience for plausible deniability (this is a joke I may or may not remove we’ll see), but I will say I’ve been close and personal with it. Based off friends, family, partners, I’d say I have a pretty good grasp on what the experience is like, at least from an outside perspective, as well as an unreasonable amount of research poured into it. What can I say, I love researching about mental and neurological disorders!!
From what I can deduce, a lot of it seems to be rooted in conformation bias, misconceptions about getting better, chemical imbalances, environmental factors, and situational factors. A lot I know, but stay with me pls I’ll explain.
Conformation bias and misconceptions about getting better go hand in hand, at least in this case. Something you’ve more than likely heard about healing (at least with conditions that can experience remission in symptoms) is “progress isn’t linear” and I will say that is true!!! But it never seems to do what its meant to. The idea of healing seems like a big (and potentially unattainable) goal, so why would someone even try if they won’t be there in foreseeable future? A big thing with depression is hopelessness, helplessness, and a lack faith in self, so if someone even tries to get better and falls back, it confirms what they more than likely already believe, that they can’t get better. (confirming their bias against themselves)
Chemical imbalances is something most people are aware of. A big cause is the shaping of the brain, which is kinda hard to fix!!! A big root for it is neurological disorders effecting the shape of the brain. Traumatic brain injuries, strokes, Parkinson’s disorder, Huntington’s disease, epilepsy, Alzheimer’s, and many, more change the shape of the brain entirely, completely altering how serotonin and dopamine receptors do their job.
Environmental and situational factors go hand in hand, which is just essentially saying I can’t really answer my original question for every situation (I’m so good at this I know thank you), because there’s a million different person to person cases of depression!!!
Anndd that’s all for this week!!! I should probably add if your struggling with depression or just ANY mental disorders plspls reach out to like ANYONE. It helps sm sm take it from me (take that as you will). I’m not even gonna try to predict what I’ll write next week, I’ve been wrong like 3 weeks in a row. Love you guys, have an amazing day !!! =u=
As I was reading all of my classmates’ blogs from last week, I saw how a lot of them wrote about stuff they adored or were hyper-fixated on. I think I’ll do the same, so… Cabaret (1993), right?
Alan Cumming, Emcee (1993)
I FREAKING LOVE CABARET AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I literally start trembling violently whenever somebody brings it up—that’s how down bad I am for this musical. I know somebody reading this may have no idea what I’m talking about, who that man is, why I titled my blog, or what the quote underneath even means. I PROMISEEEEEEEE I’ll get into that. Let me just explain what the musical is about first. (SPOILERS!!!!!!)
Without getting too in-depth, the musical has this beautiful opening where the Emcee, Alan Cumming, welcomes the audience to the KitKat Klub. A nightclub or cabaret, if you will, for people to escape their worries. Hence, “Leave your troubles… outside!” Anyway, we meet the rest of the Emcee’s crew: Rosie, Lulu, Frenchie, Texas, Fritzie, Helga, Bobby, Victor, Hans, Herman, and finally Sally Bowles.
After the opening, we’re introduced to the main protagonist and another supporting character. Cliff Bradshaw, a “starving author” trying to find somewhere to write, and Ernst Ludwig, a man who smuggles valuables from different countries. Ludwig refers Cliff to Fraulein Schnider’s residence to live in exchange for being taught English by Cliff. He agrees, and there a friendship is born.
Cliff (left) and Ludwig (right)
When he gets to Fraulein Schnider, she lends him the room for only 50 marks. Then leaves Cliff by himself to celebrate the New Year with her love interest, Herr Schultz. Did I mention that the year is 1944?
For context, Cliff is in Berlin, Germany during the mid 1940’s. I’m sure you all can put two and two together. So, if learning about the rise of the N*zi Party isn’t your thing, now’s the time to click off this blog, because it only gets worse from here. And honestly, that’s what I love the most about this peculiar musical. It gradually gets worse without the viewer realizing until it’s far too late.
Back to the storyline though, while Cliff is adventuring through the city, he finds the KitKat Klub and meets Sally Bowles. A beautiful young woman who is whoreish, trashy, and uneducated. They hit it off and move in after a few days. During that time, Sally obviously has feelings for Cliff and tries to make advances until she finds out that he’s a homosexual. Even then, Cliff and Sally still stay side by side.
Time passes, and Fräulein Schneider and Herr Schultz are engaged and throwing their party. Everything goes well until Ernst Ludwig arrives. He’s disgusted and disappointed that Fräulein wants to marry a Jewish man, so he walks out, but Cliff grabs his arm before he leaves. There, the N*zi symbol rested on his arm. Cliff is obviously horrified because he read Mein Kampf (My Struggle), a book published by H*tler about his beliefs and plans for New Germany.
To get Ludwig to stay and enjoy the party, a guest sings “Tomorrow Belongs to Me” — a fascist song disguised as patriotism. Apparently, the only people who care are Fräulein Schneider and Cliff, as they watch in terror. In contrast, Herr Schultz and Sally turn their heads to dismiss the Nazis. This scene shows the main characters’ perspectives without overdoing it, and it gets me so misty-eyed.
“Tomorrow Belongs to Me”
When I say EVERYTHING goes to crap after that scene, I really do mean it. Fräulein Schneider calls off the wedding because she’s stuck in survival mode, and rightfully so. Marrying a Jewish man at that time would mean certain death even though he was literally her soulmate.
On the other hand, Sally Bowles gets pregnant by an unknown man, and when Cliff finds out, he encourages her to keep the baby. He wanted to step up and be the father because he adored the idea of them being a family, so Sally reluctantly agrees. Unfortunately, she couldn’t bear the pregnancy any longer and went behind his back to have an abortion. Cliff was destroyed yet still wanted to be with Sally.
He was already planning on leaving Berlin to flee to the United States and wanted Sally to come with him. She obviously declines, and they fight about what’s going on in the political world with some iconic lines.
“Ugh, you mean POLITICS. What has that got to do with us?” from Sally.
“Sally, don’t you understand? If you’re not against all this, you’re for it… or you might as well be.” and “SALLY WAKE UP! THE PARTY IN BERLIN IS OVER! IT’S BEEN A LOT OF FUN, BUT IT’S OVER NOW!” from Cliff.
He leaves Sally with a train ticket out of Berlin. He advises Sally to use it before walking out — for good. He also urges Fraulein Schneider and Herr Schultz to flee from Berlin too, but they both refuse.
Herr Schultz believes it will “pass over” while Fraulein Schneider claims that she’s in too deep but is resilient and will survive. I got my quote from her song “What would you do?” In my opinion, today’s world is scarily similar to Cabaret. As a teenager, I feel like Cliff and Fraulein Schneider simultaneously — wanting to leave my country because I see dystopian aspects everywhere, but how? I don’t have the money or passport to go somewhere else for a while. I’ll just have to wait it out or defend myself as she implied.
I also got my title from this scene. People often joke about history repeating itself, so I thought it was neat for my title hinting at familiarity.
The story ended as history decided it to — the rise of the N*zi Party and genocide taking full effect. One of my favorite parts about this play is how similar the introduction and ending are, yet the ending is obviously corrupted. The orchestra sounds rough, and the choir has lost its liveliness — almost sounding like shouting soldiers. It’s all so uncanny.
Everyone who stayed in Berlin died. Even the Emcee. We see his final moments — teasing the audience by taking off his trench coat as if he’s naked underneath. When he finally removes it, instead of a nude body, the crowd is met with a much smaller frame dressed in Jewish prisoner attire. He sings “Goodbye. See you soon.” In German, before posing as if he were crucified. The lights cut off, and that was it.
When I first watched Cabaret, I was fifteen years old and extremely confused. I understood some parts of the story, but I still missed so much. The play purposefully blinds its audience with sexuality and gender expression to distract from the actual issue at hand. Cabaret has affected me in many ways — good and bad. I’m more open-minded, compassionate, and likely to speak out in retaliation (curse and blessing).
I’m so glad I get to share my love for this play. It feels like I got my jitteriness all out now. Thank you so much for reading this, and sorry it went on for so long</3333
Having so many ideas regarding pieces sounds pleasant and fun but coming around to execute said ideas is a different story. Firstly, my idea sounds great to me, and I share them to my friends, and they agree it sounds great. Then I get to trying to flesh it out. The direction of how the characters interact feels wrong, how the plot moves feel wrong, basically every component of the story falls flat to me. It’s a cycle even with the stories I was most excited to write about. Even the pieces I made that others have enjoyed well enough doesn’t sit right with me. It might just be my personal judge (my mind) speaking to me. Now, I would like to share some sentences that I made in the first thoughts practice that I liked but didn’t use it in the follow-up assignment due to it not fitting right with the piece.
“A tree caked in blood whispers in my ear of secrets it stole from you.”
“My blood seeps into your bones as my heart whispers your name.”
“Drag me to our coffin so we can rot together.”
“Hang my limbs as decor while my rotting scent snuggles into the cloth of your furniture.”
“Wrap your fingers around the blade that’ll tear my skin for you to crawl in and be whole with me.”
Now a lot of these share a similar theme. The speakers wants someone to be with them, but it’s conveyed in a morbid way. I did like these ideas for a main character that could develop into this unhealthy mindset, but it would have to come another time as I’m working a whole lot on other projects. My idea for this speaker isn’t that they’re in ‘love’, it’s obsession instead, and not the glorified version where the obsessed one is a ‘hopeless romantic’. I’d like to think of this main character growing attached to whoever they’re talking to that develops into this unhealthy obsession. Within these lines, it does feel like a little power imbalance as the speaker wants the person to initiate all of these morbid actions. Maybe I could write more lines to steer it into a direction I’m satisfied with.
If I said there wasn’t a direct inspiration behind these lines, I’d be lying (sort of). I talked about Foxtails and IHS a good bit in previous blogs. I would say, at least the idea, the lines were based off of lyrics from both of these bands I have stored in the back of my mind.
Maybe you could pitch in some ideas also, maybe a sentence to go along with the ones I’ve listed or maybe a whole nother one for me to bounce off of. Either way, I’d love to hear it (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
Welcome back my peeps!!! This is a continuation of last week’s blog so let’s just go ahead and jump into it. (Also the underlined bits are the characters thoughts, because on the blog it’s not as noticable as it is on a google doc.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As they face one another, both pairs of eyes searching the others for answers, the stranger’s confident grapes suddenly falters.
“Elijah?” The stranger cries in disbelief. “No. You’re supposed to be at home. How did they find you?” He adds, thick panic layering each sentence.
“Uncle Riche… where… is she?” Elijah pants out angrily. “Where. Is. Autumn?”
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Static cracks as the monitor pans to camera nine. A foreign set of eyes watches as the pixels on the screen paint the scene of Elijah being pinned down by Uncle Riche.
«Answer me!» Elijah’s voice breaks through.
«Autumn?! Really? That’s who you are worried about right now?!» Uncle Riche’s distorted voice rings out next. The camera exploiting their private interaction as he dusts Elijah off, grabbing at his wrist. «Come on Elijah. We can talk later, but right now we need to go.»
The stranger sighs as he stares fixated into the blue lit screen. I thought you were different, Riche, but you’re just like your brother. The man signals for someone behind him.
“Yes, sir?” A soft, innocent voice comes as a reply.
“Bring me the boy.”
Without uttering another word, the soft spoken stranger leaves, returning the room to its silent static as the man watches from behind the cameras.
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“NO!” Elijah stops, yanking his hand free. “I’m not leaving without her. Just tell me–”
“Elijah! You don’t understand. It’s dangerous here. Please, for goodness sake get in the car, and I’ll explain everything.” Uncle Riche pleads with him, agitation dancing on his face, yet his words are laced with panic, urging Elijah out of the light and back into the safety of the black night. As the boys cross the barn yard, a beast-like figure dressed in gold and black blocks their path.
Crap! They’re already here. Uncle Riche places himself between the two of them. “Elijah. Stay behind me.” He says cautiously moving the two of them backwards as the being slowly waltzes forwards.
“What is that thing?” Elijah whispers.
“That thing is called a ‘hind.’ They are dangerous people, El–”
“Elijah.” A soft voice calls cutting Uncle Riche off. Elijah’s attention is immediately drawn from his uncle’s eyes to the lifeless eyes of the golden hind.
Crap!Uncle Riche turns to face Elijah, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. “No. Elijah, look at me–”
But Elijah can’t pull his graze from the gold. Uncle Riche’s voice blurs into the background as the hind moves closer; its white gloved hands, reaching upwards to tug at its ears, pulling the golden head off.
Elijah’s heart stops. “Autumn?!” He says, tears flooding his eyes, yet he holds them back. Autumn doesn’t respond, instead she opens her arms giggling as Elijah breaks free of his uncle’s safety, twirling her within his warm embrace.
“I knew you were alive.” He says holding her closer than he ever had. “I just knew you– wait…” He pushes space between them, allowing the bitter air to kill any warmth that still lingered. “Why are you dressed like this?”
“What do you mean, silly?” Autumn tauntingly replies, pulling him close once more.
“Wait. Stop” He shoves away from her once more, this time looking for freedom not answers. As Elijah is turning to run, Autumn latches onto his wrist, yelling “NOW!”
What? Elijah glances back before a blinding pain plagues his chest and an overbearing BANG! clogs his ears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ok thanks y’all and see you next week. Peace and Love!!
Im taking a break from talking about stupid trivial stuff that i care about to tell the world it sucks. It’s a terrible place and sometimes I want no part of it. This country is probably the main reason that everything’s going down the drain. Every day we have tremendous problems like inflation, poverty, health issues and way more. And the best part is, we elect these rich people who said they’d fix all of these problems and all they do is sit in a chair and basically tuck all the problems under the rug. And they’re always old too. Old conservative senile men who have no business being in the government at all. And they’re all fighting for a team. I fight for the republicans, oh i fight for the democrats, what happened to fighting for the people. You know, George Washington was right. Political parties have torn this country apart, and frankly it’s sad. And look what’s become of it. We are now full of loonies and idiots with their stupid hats telling the world who they voted for. Listen Billy Bob Joe, no one cares who you voted for ok. No one cares because that’s the reason it’s anonymous. Seriously, it’s just sad. We got a guy. I know, what a surprise. But we got a guy who rides around in his junky, beat up, broken down truck from the 80s with a flag, about as big as the flag at a school, that said either “ICE is the law, deal with it” or “Trump 2028.” and I’ve seen this man, and I got to tell you that I have never seen a sadder looking 70 year old in my life. My grandpa is almost 70 and he is one of the most proactive and happy people I’ve met, and I don’t ever see him parking his truck, with a big stupid flag, in front of a bar, just to smoke a cigar. This is what it comes to people, this is the true face of America. Stupid hillbillies who have nothing better to do with their lives then to harass everyone by telling us who they support. NO ONE CARES!
The worst part about these stupid political parties is what it does to kids. You’re either going to have someone who doesn’t care at all or kids who care entirely too much about stuff that won’t affect them until they’re 18. I went to an all boys school, I had to deal with these nut cases. These wildly coerced children who support a lunatic in a chair just because mommy and daddy think he’s doing a good job. Well let me tell you something smooth brain, he’s not. In fact he’s probably led this country in an uncontrollable nose dive into an active volcano. And spoiler alert, the pilot is dead. The worst part about these kids is they put it all in your face. I was raised in a house where politics were not our identity. Every now and then we’d put on the news, but mostly it was saturday cartoons and sports. But going to the last school I was at, you couldn’t throw a stone without hitting some schmuck with some radical political opinion that daddy said was the right way to think. It sickens me because sooner or later, these cult members are going to be in charge. They’re going to be in charge, they’re going to have jobs, they’re going to be able to vote and there is just about nothing we can do to stop them from completely setting the world on fire. And it’s hilarious too because these self important political scholars of our generation, who support a racist, misogynist and egotistical man, are also the people you see in church. As someone who is atheist, deist at best, I’m pretty sure that Jesus said to love everyone equally, and I don’t think deporting people just because they have tattoos and have the last name Martinez is very loving. Matter of fact I’m pretty sure this is what the devil wants; he wants us to tear ourselves apart about trivial things like who should be here and who shouldn’t. I can just say that this utopian idea of sporting every illegal immigrant in this country is stupid and goes against everything this country stands for. This is the country of immigration. Every single person who fought in the American Revolution was or was related to an immigrant. Every single one of those founding fathers who wrote that declaration of independence, who wrote that constitution the government sometimes forgets exists. Every single one of those men were immigrants. And on top of this, I find it hilarious that they want to deport these people. But let’s amuse ourselves for a moment and let’s say that they’re all gone. At least all the illegal immigrants because we wouldn’t have a president if we got rid of all of them. There are no more illegal immigrants. So where’s our food? Where’s our housing? Where’s that guy at Lowes who found you those philips head screws for ten percent off? The second that they’re all gone, every food item in Walmart is going to go up about 50 to 100%. And because big business doesn’t feel like increasing pay with inflation, basically all of the lower and middle class are going to starve to death while the dragons sit on their piles of food and gold. But at least there will be no more illegals. No but in all honesty who’s going to take their place. Do you want to work ten hour shifts in the sun picking plants for less than minimum wage because I sure don’t. Hey, I’m already filling part of the hole by working in landscaping, but what about everyone else? The truth is, Americans are lazy and the second we deport those people there will be less people on the farm, less people building housing, and less helpful people at the hardware store.
I may be alone in this, but sometimes one mean comment can ruin my entire week. It doesn’t even have to be something huge. Someone can make a little joke about you, say something unnecessarily rude, or make a comment that they probably forget five minutes later. But I’m still thinking about it three days later. Why did they say that? Did they mean it? Is that really what people think about me? We’re all guilty of letting other people’s words get in our heads. Something I’ve been learning is that not everything people say deserves a permanent place in our head. Accept your feelings and then let them go
People say mean things because they’re angry. People are trying to be funny and take it too far. Someone is insecure and wants someone else to feel small. Sometimes, people are just mean. That doesn’t make what they said true. That’s where I get confused. I hear something negative about me, and because someone else said it out loud, I start wondering if it must be true.
But someone else’s opinion is still just an opinion. If someone tells you that you’re annoying, that doesn’t make you annoting to the next person. If someone makes fun of something you like, that doesn’t make liking it embarrassing. If someone doesn’t like you, that doesn’t mean there is something wrong with you.
Not taking something to heart isn’t saying it didn’t hurt. If someone says something mean and you feel upset, that’s natural. Trust me, I’d know. You don’t have to be completely unaffected by everything. You shouldn’t want to become emotionless. You should want to learn how to feel something without letting it become your entire view of things. You can think, “Wow, that really hurts my feelings,” without thinking, “They must be right about me.”Those are two different thoughts.
The next time someone says something that gets under your skin, ask yourself one question
Do I actually believe this about myself?
If the answer is no, then why are you letting someone else’s opinion take up so much space in your head, bruh? And if the answer is yes, maybe that’s something worth thinking about..not because that person was right to be mean, but because you need to understand why their words affected you. You can’t control what people say, you can’t make everyone like you, you definitely can’t stop people from being rude. But..you can decide how much power their words get to have on your day. Next time someone says something mean, let yourself be upset if you want. I do. Then take a deep breath, remind yourself who you are, ask yourself whether those words are true. If they are, figure out why it hurt to hear the truth, if they aren’t, LET IT GO BRUUUUHHHH.
Guys, editing is so not for the easily irritated. Don’t get me wrong, I love editing—it’s been my hobby since I was like ten. It has times when it’s rewarding, and then it has times when you spend hours upon hours on the same project, just for it to get completely ignored by the media. Depending on what kind of editing you do, it can prove very time consuming. Luckily for me, the style I do is very basic and honestly doesn’t take that much time if you know what you’re doing.
The software I use to edit looks so complex to learn and it kinda is. It took me almost two years of using it to get where I am today, but I still try new styles here and there. Let me say, Adobe After Effects is not for the faint of heart. My first time using it I nearly cried just trying to figure out how to import and cut clips. If anyone could go into the software knowing what they were doing, I would bet on the medias since they are already familiar with Adobe.
Now, depending on what style you want to learn—whether it’s 3d or a simple tiktok style—it might take longer to get mastered. I could, and probably will, never touch 3d because I know it takes so much more time, effort, and I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Especially with all the school work and assignments, I just wouldn’t have the time to spend six hours on a twenty second edit.
For me, it’s a really fun hobby that I actually enjoy. If you see me with my laptop, I’m always doing one of three things—school work, watching youtube, or editing something. When I listen to music, I find myself unconsciously listening to the beats and thinking in my head, “This would be a great audio for an edit.” It’s almost annoying. But, it’s thrilling to see your visions come alive on a screen through transitions and hand-picked scenes.
As I’m writing this, I just finished an edit earlier that I actually like. Being in the middle of school, it’s hard to find time to just sit down and work on an edit, especially one that I don’t know if I like. But hey, I somehow manage to find time between things. The edit I just made, from the coloring to the effects, is honestly my favorite one that I’ve made in a long time, and that’s saying something. Posting it is gonna be so fun.
