I've been away from Xanga for so long. I don't see the need for it anymore. I think it was mainly a high school thing for me back then. I mean, I rarely update anymore. My stories aren't as action packed as they used to be. As much as I didn't like high school, I can't say that I disliked my teenage life completely. I had a few good friends at the time and I still talk to some of them. Others have gone their own way, which is fine, since I've gone my own.

Aside from the craziness that is college, my life is pretty good right now. I'm trying to get my things together. I've been thinking about graduate school and what I want to do. It's difficult, you know? I want my master's degree, but in what? Chances are I'm going to take a break after undergrad and just look for employment in the field of film. Perhaps save up and travel for a bit before going back to school. Who knows? Life will be an adventure that I'm excited about.

I'm thinking about just deleting my Xanga. Two of my good friends on this thing left a long time ago. I haven't spoken to one of them in a long time. Perhaps I should email. So, maybe it's time for me to leave too.

I hope everyone is well.

Just one of the guys.

My premium is going to expire soon - according to an email from Xanga. I figured I should take advantage of the cool colors and fonts while I still can.

I ran out of cigs. This is a sad, sad day for Christy since she is absolutely broke. It's kind of bad when you start owing friends money (not a lot, lunch money really - but still). And by friends, I mean the mob. They only give out large sums, say to open up businesses and whatnot, so it surprised me when they gave me a weekly stipend of twenty dollars for food. I think I've lost some weight. That's right. Not enough money. Cheap mob.

My weekend was action-packed. Or maybe just plain old tiring. The night of our first day of shooting we celebrated. I remember Coca Cola, Jack Daniels, and basement fightclub. Lots of laughing. I woke up the next day with a bruise on my buttcheek. At some point I was picked up and turned upside down.

Cut my hair the other day. Not too crazy. Did it myself. Going to go now. Adios. 

I overslept this morning, thus leaving my travel buddy waiting for me at the ferry. Not cool. I got dressed and made it on the bus in less than 15 minutes. Got there in time for the 10am boat. Luckily he entertained himself with the New York Times. We went to get our shooting permit. Had a minor problem with obtaining permission from the city park authorities. I called and the guy said he'd call me back soon but he didn't, so I fibbed a little and told the woman that worked at the office that I had permission to shoot at the park for two consecutive weekends. Got the permit. Then during lunch at this pizza place, the guy calls and says, "Yeah, everything is fine. You can go ahead and shoot." I said, "Uhh...okay, thanks." So technically, I'm not a liar anymore. Oh, we also got a little help from this younger guy that worked at the office - fellow Staten Islander. He felt our pain.

Enough of my boring film talk. I'm sorry.

It's been really cold. Really cold. Finals and term papers to write.
I have no idea when I'm going to do this.

I don't have time for myself anymore. It's kind of strange. I've been going out almost every night and if I'm not out for leisure, then I'm out for school or I'm filming.

I've been feeling tired during the day but my insomnia is still the same.

Might be going back to my old job after all.

I want to finish my short story but I can't. I think once all of this is over...