I'm twenty-two.
this is my first normal (non-epic) entry from real-life land. it's not so bad, mainly because I don't ever plan on actually joining real life. I'm working on writing songs, and Chris is helping, and hopefully I can get a band together or something, because that's so much more true to the heart of things. when I'm hungry for acting again, I'll do it. in the mean time, my friends are doing awesome things, they're all minutes away from being famous. so if nothing else, soon I'll be in the Broadway popular club, and that'll be just great. Uno's is closing on Sunday, and I just have to work Friday afternoon and a double on Saturday, and then I'm free. I'm acting as though I'll never have to work again after this, which isn't exactly true, but I'm going to enjoy the feeling while it lasts. I'm ready to move to Williamsburg, where there will be no roaches in the shower or mice in my bed, and where I can sleep on my futon and ride my bike. I love the Lower East Side, but there's so little to tie me here anymore. I'm excited to do something new. and just focus on writing. entries and stories and plays and monologues and songs. and maybe meet new people. but maybe without all the alcohol. I'm just tired of consuming... food, drinks, polluted air, television. I got really sick with some stomach bug yesterday and even though I don't feel so great, at least now I feel cleaner than before. anyway, now I'm twenty-two and that's about it. in the next couple of days I want to get some bangs cut, and write a new song, and see Xanadu with Billy and Britta, and maybe sit in the park for a while. this is all very surface-level, I know, but sometimes that's what it has to be, I think.