Horse Play

I just finished photoshopping a horse.

Now that I re-read my sentence, I realize that it sounded pretty funny. I mean, why would I, a film student, have to photoshop a horse for class?

I'm still asking myself the same question.

Currently, I am sitting in my editing class waiting for my teacher to begin teaching. Our horse photoshopping assignment is due today so she has given us a few minutes before she begins talking to perfect our pictures.

I must admit it is sort of frustrating to have to deal with photoshopping a horse:
1) First of all, we only have three semesters of computer skills class (and yes, last semester counted) to learn everything that we need to learn about computer editing and the like. Why am I playing with photoshop when I should be learning more tricks with the editing system?
2) I have a whole ton of other projects and things that I could be doing rather than trying to make a good selection of a horse. The big projects don't bug me - I know that they are going to get done. These little measly projects aggravate me because it is hard to find time to get them done and get them done properly. With the big projects a chunk of time can be devoted to their completion. With the little projects it just depends on what you can get done in the few moments when you've stopped to take a breather.
3) A horse? Of all the things we must photoshop why must it be a horse? Why couldn't we photoshop Brad Pitt or Matt Damon or Harrison Ford? The project would be a whole lot more interesting and I would be more likely to do a better job (it's all about the motivation!)

I managed to type all that, talk to my friend, look around the room aimlessly for a bit and the teacher still hasn't begun teaching. I am going to tell a story. Now what can I tell a story about?

Oh I know! *cue the lightbulb*

A long time ago I was talking to Lindsay on the phone and she commented that we should each choose a topic from high school to write about. We decided to write about Spook Trail and Belinda's Bash. Now, Lindsay took Spook Trail and wrote a lovely blog about it, but I carelessly neglected to write a blog about Belinda's Bash. So now I am going to take this opportunity to write an equally lovely blog about Belinda's Bash (oh, and class has now started, but if I'm quiet, I can get away with this.)

Belinda's Bash happened over a year ago now (every time I say that I feel really, REALLY old) and it is traditionally the first grad class event of each year.

Belinda's Bash is designed to emulate (I think that's the word I'm looking for) a child's birthday, complete with childish games, cake and fun. Metaphorically it is supposed to represent giving up childhood by having the 'bash' be our last childhood experience leaving us to embrace adulthood from then on.

Well, I don't know if any of us actually gave up childhood after that (we're still as childish as ever) but we partied as though it was our last child-like experience.

The girls (Kelley, Jocelyn, Lindsay and I) played Twister and got some...ahem...interesting pictures which I will not speak about any more (you gals know what I'm talking about!) The boys sat around and played some ghetto video games (which was actually nothing new and exciting.) We hung around and laughed and had an all around good time.

Then the food came out.

Well, as with most children's birthday parties there was not an ounce of healthy and decent food in the entire spread (and trust me, no one was complaining.)

I grabbed a lot of food (including some lovely looking pieces of cake that were loaded with icing) and me and some friends sat down to enjoy our desserts.

Well, it seemed that I had taken one of everything, and I was having difficulty trying to eat all of the sugary sweets. To be humourous I started eating my cake like a little kid (sans hands) and got icing all over my face. One thing lead to another and before I knew it a full-scale icing war had broken out between my friends.

Once all was said and done we had icing everywhere! I had stuff coming out my nose and in my hair. Others had icing in their eyes and some had stuff on their cheeks. Ricky offered to lick the icing off my face, but I nicely turned down his offer (he would, at a later event, end up licking a cooked and sticky marshmallow off my back, but that's another story.)

All in all it was a good time and a good beginning to a good grad year. Good!

I should start listening now. I hope that this class ends early so I can get back to rez before 6:00. I'm hoping for a good call about the wellness challenge!