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Remember that time my journal was really really emo for about 12 entries in a row? ...yeah, i do.
Life is pretty alright these days. I seem to be booking a lot of little local commercials and stuff, and at my shoot yesterday I found out that the project I was doing is actually going to turn into something bigger pretty soon. They seemed really happy with what I did, and I'm pretty sure they're gonna bring me back.
Dudes are a little complicated lately (so what else is new?). Great guy named Ediz, from Turkey, that I've been spending a bunch of time with. But also another great guy from India via South Africa (okay, let's admit it, I go for the ethnic ones) who sort of makes me giddy and giggly whenever I talk to him...
Oh, and Han HATES ME. Whew! But at least bringing his drama queen emails into my therapist and having them read out loud to me helped me realize how absolutely delusional he is. And hypocritical. idiot...
Might get a job as a server at this yuppie place in Harvard Square where they serve aromatherapy cocktails. That's essentially an extra four dollars in tips PER DRINK. Yuusssssss... Then again, it means I have to deal with pretentious 25-year-olds who have waaayyy too much disposable cash. Oh well.
Also doing work study at the Dance Complex around the corner, which means free African, Samba, and ballet technique classes three times a week.
Life is pretty alright these days. I seem to be booking a lot of little local commercials and stuff, and at my shoot yesterday I found out that the project I was doing is actually going to turn into something bigger pretty soon. They seemed really happy with what I did, and I'm pretty sure they're gonna bring me back.
Dudes are a little complicated lately (so what else is new?). Great guy named Ediz, from Turkey, that I've been spending a bunch of time with. But also another great guy from India via South Africa (okay, let's admit it, I go for the ethnic ones) who sort of makes me giddy and giggly whenever I talk to him...
Oh, and Han HATES ME. Whew! But at least bringing his drama queen emails into my therapist and having them read out loud to me helped me realize how absolutely delusional he is. And hypocritical. idiot...
Might get a job as a server at this yuppie place in Harvard Square where they serve aromatherapy cocktails. That's essentially an extra four dollars in tips PER DRINK. Yuusssssss... Then again, it means I have to deal with pretentious 25-year-olds who have waaayyy too much disposable cash. Oh well.
Also doing work study at the Dance Complex around the corner, which means free African, Samba, and ballet technique classes three times a week.