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Production meeting this Saturday. Will meet with the rest of the crew and discuss the production schedule. I'm scared out of my wits. Emailed one of the TAs from my filmmaking class and asked for advice. He told me to be myself and be confident and not to stress out because making movies is really stressful. I have to help relieve the stress by doing my job, whatever it may be, to the best of my capability. We'll see how it goes. I'm not scheduled to work until the 25th and 26th. Ahh!! I'm so scared! I have to act like I'm not scared. I have to be myself--no problem. Why would I want to be someone else? Unless I become that "ditzy girl" I hate oh so much. Death to ditzy girl. Make way for the new and improved, the confident and oh-so-cool Prufrock. She's smart, witty, and super cute.

Tonight is Pulp Fiction night at the dining center. They're going to have quarter-pounders with cheese and milkshakes. The president of the Film Appreciation Club is hosting it. She's really nice. She was at Collective on Monday, but left early. She asked me and L. if we could help make the milkshakes. And we said we would. It's been Tarantino week all week, and we went to the last two films, Kill Bill 1 and 2. It's sad because no one else comes. I'd be really pissed if a ton of people show up just because of the free food. I can't eat the red meat anyway. I am looking forward to the milkshake.

Yesterday, my arms were sore from Monday night. Being a grip is a lot heavy lifting. I didn't realize how much stuff I was carrying around and how heavy they were until yesterday. My arms were noodles. And I was total crap during karate class. Not cool. But feeling this pain made me happy, for some reason. It made me feel alive. Just like gasping for breath after running up 12 stories makes you feel alive.