I'm tired. I've actually been pretty golly this week, but extremely stressed with this whole film. Which, we finally finished filming. it was a one day thing, 12 noon till 10 p.m. then IHOP with the cast and crew,meaning:
- going to sleep at 3 a.m , oblivious to
- the time changes. Why the hell do we need time changes? I heard it's some crap about saving daylight, no big deal, we're killing the earth every second that passes by anyway.
- on top of being oblivious to the time change, waking up at 9 a.m (when, in reality it was actually 8 a.m) to go to church;
And I honestly don't mind attending church, really. but, it's sleep. sleep is , my anti-drug. I guess I could state it that way.
Predominantly speaking, I can live today. I'm going to the annual latin jazz festival today, and I've been dying for that to come around. I know that cheers me up. Music always satisfies my repulsive mood. when I have them, to say the least.
On to something else, my birthday is on friday. I've learned that as years progress, and as you get older, you really don't care what you want people to buy you as a gift anymore. It always used to be dolls, or whatnot, now I asked my mom for a haircut. I really need a haircut. I look gruesome. harsh word, but seriously, my hair is exaggeratedly gruesome.
So that's basically all i've asked for. and a nice dinner with a handful of close friends would lavish my mood a bit.
as of this weekend? a very, derelict weekend.
bye ya'll.
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