wake-up call
This morning I was woken an hour early by a Nevada call
"This is an important announcement, Geico Auto Insurance.." *click* why???
I had yet another dream about someone I shouldn't be dreaming about. The worst part is, I'm actually starting to like it. I kind of want these dreams to continue.
I've been frustrated with things lately. It kills me that I'm so close to something, yet I'm still on the outside of it. Things keep getting weirder. Maybe things will change.
I have a pretty awesomely awful job. It's nice to have a job, and it's easy enough, but I can already tell I'm going to hate it. I've hated every job I've ever had, except for my short run as a mail-carrier.
It's weird to be here in Chicago. I wish I had more time to run around and do the shit I actually want to do. I want to spend a day with my 35mm and hit the streets Cartier-Bresson style. I want to film movies during the day and spend my nights locked in my room editing it all together.
...when I have the money. It will take some time.
I've finally been reunited with my guitar, and I've got this itch in my fingers to pick it up and play. Give me until the end of the summer; I'll get it under control. It's not like I can hit the bars on the weekends anyway.
London has ruined me.
"This is an important announcement, Geico Auto Insurance.." *click* why???
I had yet another dream about someone I shouldn't be dreaming about. The worst part is, I'm actually starting to like it. I kind of want these dreams to continue.
I've been frustrated with things lately. It kills me that I'm so close to something, yet I'm still on the outside of it. Things keep getting weirder. Maybe things will change.
I have a pretty awesomely awful job. It's nice to have a job, and it's easy enough, but I can already tell I'm going to hate it. I've hated every job I've ever had, except for my short run as a mail-carrier.
It's weird to be here in Chicago. I wish I had more time to run around and do the shit I actually want to do. I want to spend a day with my 35mm and hit the streets Cartier-Bresson style. I want to film movies during the day and spend my nights locked in my room editing it all together.
...when I have the money. It will take some time.
I've finally been reunited with my guitar, and I've got this itch in my fingers to pick it up and play. Give me until the end of the summer; I'll get it under control. It's not like I can hit the bars on the weekends anyway.
London has ruined me.