And here we go again...

My last day of non-academia was spent at home. It was balmy and raining, which made a good excuse to lounge in and around my house trying not to do anything. I made use of free time by standing in front of my stove, making a week's worth of preservative and additive-free meals for Juno and Santiago (my cat and dog, respectively). Juno would not have anything to do with my brown rice, salmon, poultry and vegetable creation. He thrives on Fancy Feast alone (since we had to add moisture to his diet due to a UTI he developed a few weeks back). Santiago, my chihuahua chulo, would eat anything. I've proven this when I attempted to peel a navel orange in front of his crate. He ended up eating half of my fruit.

Seriously, what kind of dog eats oranges?

The other part of the afternoon I spent making tomato sauce. Apparently, I've developed a distaste for red meat once again. I'm still waiting for the day I would wake up and drink a protein shake, but I haven't gone that cuckoo... YET.

I watched Carlos Cuaron's Rudo y Cursi on DVD today. It was exactly a year ago that it was previewed in Sundance. I've seen it in the theater before, but some films are better watched twice. This is one of them. Usually, the first time one sees a movie (especially a heavily themed or loaded one), there's a lot to take in. The second time around, one becomes more alert for those little nuances. It's as if another sense of understanding within us opens up. We become aware of the characters and the things they go through. We have better appreciation for the time and the setting in which the story takes place. We become observant of the motion picture itself.

But why... why the sudden contemplation about cinema?

Last semester, I saw myself as a newbie to the world of film and theater. I was an acting student, taking up Spanish and a crash course in film industry communication.

Tomorrow, I become a budding screenwriter. The count to Sundance begins.

My name is Louiie Victa, and I am a film student.