Copywriters: Sarah Johnst on , Emma Dou
Art Directors: Br ittain McNeel, Sara h Ross
based on a true story
the video is only 2 minutes, it was not cut properly.. i should fix it but yet I have not.
After effects and video cutting was all done by the ADs… ! I really need to buckle down and learn it though.
Box head inspired by danbo
Copywriters: Patrick G i rts, Emma Dou
Art Directors: Kristie Jac kson, Mo Lockar d
you know you’re unhappy when you’re wondering why there isn’t more work assigned
you know you’re unhappy when you wish the thanksgiving break wasn’t coming up because you have nowhere to go
oh yeah let me write that YA novel
because let me get out of here
why is it snowing in November?
at least this song is fantastic
my portfolio for copywriting
and one more time with an actual hyperlink!
I have nothing on it yet, but soon sooooonnn
My sadness is deeper than yours. My interior life is richer than yours. I am more interesting than you. I don’t care about anybody else’s problems. They are not as serious as mine. Nobody knows the weight I carry, the trouble I’ve seen. There are worlds in my head that nobody has access to: fortunately for them, fortunately for me. I have seen things that you will never see, and I have feelings that you are incapable of feeling, that you would never allow yourself to feel, because you lack the capacity and the curiosity. Once you felt the hint of such a feeling, you would stamp it out. I am a martyr to futility and I don’t expect to be shut down by a pretender. Mothballs are an aphrodisiac to me, beauty depresses me. You could never hope to fathom the depth of my feelings, deeper than death. I look down upon you all from my lofty height of lowliness. The fullness of your satisfaction lacks the cadaverous purity of my pain. Don’t talk to me about failure. You don’t know the meaning of the word. When it comes to failure, you’re strictly an amateur. Bush league stuff. I’m ten times the failure you’ll ever be. I have more to complain about than you, and regrets: more than a few, too many to mention. I am a fully-qualified failure, I have proven it over and over again. My credentials are impeccable, my resume flawless. I have worked hard to put myself in a position of unassailable wretchedness, and I demand to be respected for it. I expect to be rewarded for a struggle that produced nothing. I want the neglect, the lack of acknowledgment. And I want the bitterness that comes with it too.
by John Tottenham