The-Sky-Walker

First of all, merry christmas. Hope you all had a wonderful time with your families and/or loved ones. Mine was cool. I revived my goofy kid times in delivering all the presents in the tree and stuffing myself full of sweets. Anyways. Angry ranting up ahead. Ok, so. Today I'm goofing through facebook when I see a note from Stan Lee's page: the death of Spider-Man. Spidey being my favourite hero since I have memory, I checked it out, convinced it was just one of those death and rebirth things they do every now and then to spice the franchise. Cap's had it, Thor's had it many times, Hawkeye, Wasp, Superman, Batman, Hal Jordan, Aquaman, Phoeni

Hey guys, long time no update. How's everything? I'm guessing most of you are living through winter or close right now, right? Are you getting snow? God I'd love to get snow. Anyways, the topic of the journal: after a not-so pleasant experience on my last college, I've decided to apply to one of the most renowned cinema colleges of my country. This, like my previous one, is state-dependant, so it's all-free minus the books I need to buy. Unlike my previous one, there's an entrance exam. Three, to be exact. First one is common to all 7 specialties of the cinema major (scriptwriting, lighting and camera, editing, art direction, and 3 more I d

Because apparently rain on sad days isn't just for movies. Backstory time. I'm probably gonna get tangled in my words, so fair warning. Today, 9 am, me and my dad having breakfast together. Phone rings, he answers. It's the daughter of his best friend, who we affectionately call uncle, who recently broke his leg on a ski accident. His face goes wide with shock. Well damn, maybe there's another problem with the uncle's leg. Then he asks her, "where are you holding the wake?" Ten pages of internal no god fuck dammit no. He keeps perfectly together, finishes talking, hangs up, and breaks down crying. In 20 years I've never seen my dad break