I’m sitting in the second floor computer room in Taylor Center out here at AUM. I’m wearing this gray, zip-up hoodie–it’s annoying as the sleeves are too short for my Frankenstein monster-like arms. The first chill of the season has arrived, and I find that I’m not exactly looking forward to the cold as I have in past years. In a little more than a week, I will turn twenty-three. I’m already an old man, physically. I ache when I experience a breeze.
It’s been about three weeks since I stopped drinking cokes. No more pop for Dave. Now that my body doesn’t shake for the caffeine and large doses of aspertame, I am feeling much better.
It’s funny, these days I’ve realized to great extent that any changes for the better that you make? They -have- to be for you. Because people will always judge you on your past, regardless of what you’ve changed. It’s sad but true.
So. The week is almost over, and the weekend holds a trip to Birmingham to work on the short again. Yep, again. Maybe we’ll finish it this week.
Well, after going nuts this past week moving, getting into shouting matches with my father about me getting a flat tire, and hitching a ride to Birmingham with my mom, I am finally working on my short film again. It’s not great, but hopefully it will give you all a chuckle to see faces and voices behind some of the folk I talk about… Anyhoo. I’m a very busy cat, and hopefully I will have this thing on Youtube and Myspace by the end of the weekend. But I really gots to bust my hump, so goodbye for now.