Hey, what's up? My name is Chris. I live in Chicago. I'm 22....
I like living life basically. I like a lot of stuff. I'm a lot of stuff. Hmm....I still don't know what this blog is about, but that's okay. I guess it's just my brain in the form of the Internet.I know I don't really have any followers, so posting stuff makes me look kinda crazy. But that's okay. For now.....
These days I'm trying to get my show off the ground, called "Project P". But that's not really the name. I'm protecting it from people. It's an awesome name.
Night Birds by Ryan Adams is one of my favorite songs. Ever.
PRECOCIOUS 8 YEAR OLD: Good evening. Please write down a list of your top recommendations for dinner near here.
CONCIERGE: What kind of food?
PRECOCIOUS 8 YEAR OLD: Write down the top 10 with the best reviews nearby.
PRECOCIOUS 8 YEAR OLD: Now kid friendly restaurants through the…
I got invited to an interview for another café position. I might or might not go in. I have to call first.
Like…since when did I have job options? You try for two years and suddenly…people wanna start calling back.
Either one could work out.
I get to get some fresh air again. I like fresh air. In the city…
I’m almost there. I can live with that number. But first, I’ll try to sleep. I don’t know how to just do it. It’s an effort.
…………God bless you Project P.
I must read up on Coheed and Cambria. Oh my gosh. I hope Michael’s okay…
Good ol’ Death Cab.
#DeathCabForCutie #Music #iPod
So this one guy I know told my sibling that I was writing a script a few days ago. Of course I've been keeping my writing stuff a secret for the past two years, and it's been unraveling lately, leaking into places.
I've made a lot of progress on this one script these past few days, and I'm honestly almost done. So this happened a few minutes ago in the kitchen...
Me: [Looks at the clock; excited] It's 11:30 PM. That's awesome.
Sibling: What does that mean?
Me: It's 11:30.
Me: I'm excited.
Me: I just am.
Sibling: Are you about to watch something on TV?
Sibling: Are you writing that script C was talking about?
Me: (Nervously laughing) No.
Sibling: Yes you are.
Me: (Grinning) No I'm not. He was only joking.
Sibling: It's too late to go back.
Me: I'm serious, he was joking...
Hopefully he shuts the heck up. I was talking about going to film school two years ago. If he tells them what C told him, they might believe it. I don't want them to know, all hell would break loose.