Hickeys are bad for work

Okay, so its been almost two years since my last blog, but I'm back with my thoughts and what has happened so far...first off, I have a job! Or, I've had a job for over a year and its killing me; I work full time, I pay my bills, rent, live in a studio apartment, so why am I not content? Its a job that I can't stand, and somehow got suckered into believing it would make me feel complete and like an adult, but adulthood is overrated. Everyone around me acts like they are SOOOOO mature, but here's a secret, in the real world mature is codeword for boring. People don't drink, don't party, are afraid of strip clubs, sex is taboo, oh and hickeys are bad for work. For reals, when did all the fun get sucked out of life? Maybe when I graduated college, even then people were starting to seem old and lame. Everyone wants to act their age, but seriously, have they even seen old people? I've been talking about people in their 20's in case you haven't realized it, but maybe I just haven't been hit by adulthood fully. What will I be like as an adult? Will I be lame, fun, or an eskimo? Eskimos don't exist here in LA, if they did they would be mocked.

Then, there's the career/personal life dilemma. It seems as though there are two very important things you need to look out for in life, and those are having a career, and having friends. I'm used to having the latter, but my professional career seems to have stalled. The entertainment industry is suffering, and while I've made a valiant attempt at starting up my own business, even that seems to be going nowhere. What do I do? Do I brush it off, smile, keep my head down and work till I'm 65 in an office? Come on, is that what our college professors taught us? Maybe I should've been a teacher. But I'm too young to have regrets, or am I? Then there's the friend thing, I live in LA and its not easy to make friends. No, I'm not a social butterfly, I have a brain and I tend to use it in addition to my voice which I 'voice' more often than not. I have friends, but its hard to keep a social life sometimes, people are busy with their 'own lives,' doing whatever, and I find that I don't have that many responsibilities myself. Also, I don't seem to be clicking with anyone on a really cool level just yet, but we'll see.

I've gone out on a few dates this year, the first few were great, met this really (at the time I thought) nice girl, very pretty, and who also went to school in Arizona. However, due to miscommunication, things ended rather abruptly/quickly. But then she admitted that she didn't even want to get serious, so...pie in the face. I won't go into what happens beyond that, but lets just say I won't be seeing her anymore. This admittedly has stirred the rest of the year for me, but I'm slowly 'recovering,' hahaha.

Summer was interesting, met a lady on myspace, went on a date, then had sex. She's older than me, and also has a kid, so dare I say she's a milf? It was a one time thing, haven't spoken to her since, but hey, I got what I wanted in that case. TMI? Maybe, but if your still reading its your fault.

Most of the year has been about me shooting short films and magazine shoots. They've all been on the beach, and all have been about hot girls in bikinis. I've found my niche in life, and thats photographing women on the beach. Not a perv, not a thief, just a regular person with a good eye. But, a means to an end, I plan to eventually make money off of doing this, fortune and gl- well, just fortune. Thats also how I met the girl I said I was dating for a little bit, so new rule: no dating actresses. But, even this has gotten to me, so I think I'm taking a break from hot girls on the beach and focusing on my next venture, me. I am working on writing a feature length! screenplay. It'll be emotional, sad, inspiring, personal, and zzzzzzzzzzzz.....

Why do I feel like the smartest kid in my class? Is it because I'm stuck in LA where most of the people are self absorbed, starbucks addicted, suburbanites (?), fame hungry monsters? We'll see, but I plan to fly this coup and land somewhere in Alaska.

So remember, hickeys are bad for work, actresses want to get famoused, MILF's haunt myspace, and...if all else fails, think Alaska