Maybe staring at the computer and replaying clips for hours has just tricked my mind into thinking this will be an enjoyable edit to watch. Regardless, once I dump everything off my computer, maybe my professional IMovie '11 suite package premium edition software will finally stop being a son of a bitch and let me finally upload more motocross GoPros.
That's pretty much why I decided to start this project. Anytime I get a sweet GoPro project flowin of me hittin 800 foot quadruple dragon back jumps on my fire-breathing death machine on wheels, the IMovie bastard-child decides to blow it's damn pinwheel around for 15 minutes generating thumbnails of bmx clips I really have no idea what to do with. Not to mention 50% of the footage is just Scotty Spaid doing bitch runs at a nutsack high handrail because he's scared his Primo Stogies won't make connection with the steel tubing that runs down a few small steps. Joking aside, that little faggot can do some pretty smooth lines and I have him riding to a perfect song to compliment his unique and one-off progressive riding style.
I sold my VX and fisheye on EBAY the other day. I don't regret it. I made $400 profit, I can't regret that. However, tossing these clips together in Tetris fashion (like Tetris for 5 year olds because I'm not Duncan Navazio here) has me finally missing my #BMXlife420yolo. I literally thought I was finally packing it in, I've never thought like that before and it sucks. Injuries will fuck with your head. I need to work, I need money to put food in my cats bowls, I need to buy stuff on EBAY, and t-shirts-I always need more t-shirts. Then I realize if I stop riding bmx, I stop living man(hits blunt). And if I (hits blunt again) stop living (hits blunt) (coughs) (coughs) then I may aswell (keeps coughing, can barely talk, still hits blunt) like be dead.
I'm bored, I've been sitting on the shitter, drinking my pre-workout, not even taking a dump. It's 3:25am, Almost lunch break, I love my job. In a way, I just got paid to type that shit. That kind of makes me a professional blogger. Bell rang, time to go harness my inner Garry Valentine in the gym. Edit will be done tomorrow, which is your today. IMovie will probably be a dick and mess stuff up, so we'll see.