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So that guy Nick called me. The film student that was interested in my work....Yeah he called last night but I wasnt able to talk to him till today. He wants to get together sometime and read some of my work, if anything grabs his interest, then he wants to film it. I'm soo fucking excited. I'm just scared that he wont like my style. Hmm, I've been trying to think of a last minute short story that might catch his eye, but I cant force myself to write, I have to feel it. So I'm giving up. I have about 20 finished short stories that I'm able to share, one of those has to be at least somewhat workable.
Work sucks. But I talked to my boss and he's cutting down on my hours. So soon I'll only work 3 nights a week. So thats what...15 hours a week, plus the 20 from my other job. 35 hours a week, thats not too bad, plus school starts soon. Oh, and I'm probably moving out at the end of January. Lyndsie wants me to move in to her apartment with her. Its a nice place, big (3 bedrooms/2 baths) in Del Mar. Del Mar is fucking rich. But she's only gonna charge me 300 a month after the first month, which I get free. I dont even really need to move anything, just my clothes and random shit. I'd have my own bathroom and the room already has furniture. My parents didnt have a problem with it, but what could they do anyway? So I need to figure out more about that.
I need drugs. I have so many ideas that come flushing through my brain right as I lay down to sleep. But I'm lazy and refuse to write them down, so I forget. Even though they were great, they disappear. Fuck.
SEE YOU LATER
Work sucks. But I talked to my boss and he's cutting down on my hours. So soon I'll only work 3 nights a week. So thats what...15 hours a week, plus the 20 from my other job. 35 hours a week, thats not too bad, plus school starts soon. Oh, and I'm probably moving out at the end of January. Lyndsie wants me to move in to her apartment with her. Its a nice place, big (3 bedrooms/2 baths) in Del Mar. Del Mar is fucking rich. But she's only gonna charge me 300 a month after the first month, which I get free. I dont even really need to move anything, just my clothes and random shit. I'd have my own bathroom and the room already has furniture. My parents didnt have a problem with it, but what could they do anyway? So I need to figure out more about that.
I need drugs. I have so many ideas that come flushing through my brain right as I lay down to sleep. But I'm lazy and refuse to write them down, so I forget. Even though they were great, they disappear. Fuck.
SEE YOU LATER