How to Make a Sandwich

Are you hungry and don't know how to cook? Going to have a long night in an edit suite, or the mac lab? A fast and easy way to satisfy your hunger (long lasting too, and you can make it in the morning and eat it at night!) is the classic sandwich.

Now some people like to make their sandwiches fancy, but when you don't have time you need something plain and simple, but still very delicious. Also, something you can take with you and won't get soggy or go bad by the end of the day.

My best advice for this type of sandwich would be to have either: PB and J or your classic meat and lettuce sandwich.

For this you will need some ingredients. (PB and J is pretty self explanatory so I won't address that issue)

2 slices of bread (any kind, you choose what kind of bread you like!)
Condiments (probably mayonnaise, maybe mustard)
Meat (I prefer turkey, but mediterranian chicken from superstore is the best)
Lettuce (the green kind)
Cheese (swiss is the best, but some people like slices)

Smother the bread slices in condiments, then layer the cheese, lettuce and meat on one piece, top with another piece. Cut diagonally (it's the best) and put in a Ziplock sandwich bag. Put in school bag, consume late at night in Edit Suite F.

March Madness

And no, I am not referring to the NBA.

March for CreComm students is definitely the busiest most of us have ever seen in our lives. I can't even remember half the assignments we had to do but I know there were lots of them.

Luckily, we did have the IPP presentations that were a nice break, but also at an inconvenient time as we were all in need of the school's resources to finish up projects.

Now most things we did are fun, like going on the travel assignment, Manitoba Moose game, magazine project, infomercials, ads, proposals...but so stressful.

The magazine project is pretty much done, just the trade fair and printing to go, but I have to say I probably lost the most sleep over finishing that than anything else I've ever done.

But, in the end, it's all worth it and we signed up for this.

Time to get back to put the finishing touches on my IPP proposal.

Torture

CHERRY BLACK, 25, exits a taxi and shuts the door with almost no force, as to avoid making any sound. She tiptoes to the garage, where she picks up a gas can and removes her shoes. Cherry scurries down the path between the garage, and her house, eventually placing the gas can on the front step. She stops and looks around to make sure nobody is watching. 

Her eyes open wide, and her face expresses that she had a brilliant thought. Cherry runs, with long strides like a gazelle, back to the garage. She sees her bag, picks it up, and dumps the contents out onto the floor. She carries the empty bag over to a pile of old bricks, and begins to fill it with as many as she can get into it. It’s heavy, but she carries it back to the doorstep, taking breaks every few seconds. 

As she approaches the door, she can hear the muted sound of the victim’s cries from inside, her screams, the rustling sound of a locked doorknob turning. She places the heavy bag at the bottom of the steps, and climbs the stairs. As she approaches the door, she can hear the muted sound of the victim’s cries from inside, her screams, the rustling sound of a locked doorknob turning.

She checks her pocket for the matches, and her key. She picks up the gas can, and shakes it, hoping the victim is too distracted to hear the racket she’s making. Her eyes grow smaller, as she grunts picking up her bag full of bricks. 

She puts the key in the hole, and slowly turns it. She then opens the door, trying not to let it creak and prepares to swing her bag when she hears a loud, muffled voice and jumps back, falling down the stairs. Her limp body knocks over the gas can, spilling it, while the lighter falls out of her pocket. The alarming sound of the brick filled bag crushing her skull against the cement awoke her neighbours.

Moments later, the loud boom of emergency sirens creep closer to the scene, from all directions. 

FADE IN

INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

The door to the emergency room is violently swung open by the paramedic, in a desperate attempt to save Cherry. The sound of the wheels spin increasingly faster, signaling that he fate of her life is in the hands of the faceless paramedics. They enter a room, and place her on the bed with ease, as the doctor enters and hooks her up to life support. Before the faceless health care workers could blink their unseen eyes, the monitor went blank. Her chest stopped moving, and eyes slowly shut. Her skin turns from pink to white, and the clip board is marked with her time of death. Sirens continue to ring in the background.

EXT. CHERRY’S HOUSE - NIGHT

The sounds of sirens have disappeared, as the police officers tape off the area where Cherry fell for further investigation into her death. The exterior door is shut, the outside world being unaware of the happenings inside. The sound of an officer’s shoe crushing plastic is followed by a loud explosion. 

Fire breaks out, and the sirens commence again, this time the fire fighters. 

The hose sprays water, and eliminates the flames from outside, but in fear that the fire has spread inside the door is knocked down, to search for possible victims within. As the door creaks open, the muffled sound of a man’s voice is heard, presumably from an old radio or television set. There is no sign of fire, but the presence of panic is still emerging. 

Bangs, cries, screams and the sound of finger nails scratching against wood come from upstairs. The fiddling of a door handle can be heard and the fire fighter searches the house for movement. He cautiously climbs the stairs, one foot in front of the other, as not to creak the wood and frighten whom, or whatever is creating the racket.  

He sees the door knob of the closet at the end of the hallway turning, approaches it and opens the door to find a disheveled woman, hair in a mess, wearing nothing but a bed sheet and make-up running down her face. Her body and face are covered in bruises, and cuts and tears roll down her face until her system runs dry. She is so skinny and fragile that he is afraid to touch her.