For months, it was about the only thing Stanford did. To Fiddleford’s annoyance, it seemed that Stanford rarely slept.
Stanford Pines just knew that Backupsmore was going to be horrible. The dorms were only mostly bug-free, his parents hadn’t even bothered to help him move into his dorm, Stanley isn’t here– no, no he was just fine without Stanley, it’s not like his twin had been his only friend for years, it’s not like he missed him, god no. He just had to work his way through this, just like he’d worked his way through his last few months of high school, just like he’d worked through his first birthday without Stanley there. All he had to do was go to his dorm, unpack his bags, and meet his roommate. Just meet your roommate, hope they don’t think you’re a freak, get your PhD and get the fuck out of Backupsmore. Stanford took a deep breath, adjusting the grip he had on his suitcase, and opened the door.
“Greetings, I’m Stanford Pines–” Stanford stopped short, taking in the sight before him.
The first thing he noticed was the god awful tie dyed bedspread on one of the twin beds. There were gaudy, multicolored “PEACE” posters on the walls. His apparent roommate was a thin, wiry man with sandy blonde hair down to his shoulders, and– oh god, was that a goddamned banjo?
We just wanted to showcase the insane beauty of the fire show from the ArtFest14 opening ceremony last week - these daredevils really know their stuff! Framed by the ethereal projections of Outdoor Vision Fest, it was a night to remember.
We did it! We came out to NYC because Murat Izmirli was nominated top 5 screenplays in the VisionFest Competition. Last night they announced the top 3 winners and…. Murat made the top 3 with his script GRIMWOOD! I am so proud of you, Love!!
Super excited to ditch school on Friday to visit a college open house, find out more about their film program, and go to the festival that happens to be on the same day. So much film geeking and dreaming of the future shall happen❤