Current mood:

depressed

Yeah.
What a productive day. right. I spent money that I didnt need to spend, I drove up and down route 9 like it was a hobby. Today just is one of those days. A few things have been on my mind latley. I've been going to the city a lot these past couple of weeks and each time I go it's the same feeling. When can I live here? I really do sit here and think to myself "Marissa, quit your job, stop going to occ and rent a little loft in nyc and get a cool job in the village and sit at union square staring at the film acadamy for a pass time." Then I wake up and realize this is all to easy to think and talk about; would it be so easy to do? Who the fuck knows. But honestly, who cares? What do I have to loose in the long run? It's like an itch Im so tempted to scratch at but I cant reach it. Anywho. My film class is awesome. We have this HUGE broadcasting room, with huge cameras, a billion lights, dollys, switchers. Everything. just like the professionals. I have to film a talk show. i have to be the host. and i need voluenteers for people who would want to be interveiwed. about anything. you can pretend your famous, or be yourself, play an instrument, show your art work. anything. just let me know. stat.

i hate 90's music.

"Yo times is up, you gotsta go"-flava flav