July 13, 2009

Yeah, so I guess I haven't done such a great job of writing every day. It's hard. I'm so busy, and by the end of the day, I'm exhausted and I just want to go to bed. So much has happened since the last time I wrote. Michael Jackson was buried. I went to my friend's rock show and watched him bleed all over his guitar. And now I'm planning a party. I worked so much in the past week. I still don't have any money to show for it. But today was my day off.

I went to a couple different Starbucks today and applied for jobs. I made connections with Anthony, my former roommate, and a manager named Anthony, who I used to know when I used to work there before. Hopefully something will come of it, because I cannot keep going from week to week scraping by and trying to make ends meet.

I applied online to what I thought would be a really awesome job personally assisting this sitcom writer who needs web help. I guess I didn't have enough qualifications, because he hasn't written me back yet.

I wish there was a way to figure out how people think of you at a given time. I wish there was a public approval meter of some kind. I sent out Facebook invitations to a party that we are having next weekend, and a few people, not a lot, but a few replied not attending right away. That irks me, you know, because now I'm stuck trying to figure out why they don't want to come to the party. But is it me? Is there something I can do differently? You know, let me know. I don't want to keep inviting you to things if you don't actually like me.

It's frustrating, and there is not a really productive way to go about it.

I was going to spend the day writing, but like all other things, my life got in the way today.

I did my laundry, and went to the city to deposit money in the bank and fill out applications at those two Starbucks. Then I went to the studio because I was going to organize my t-shirts finally, and take them out of the boxes they've been in for weeks. I'm moving my "office" from the basement of one of the apartments to the "patio" in the other apartment. The "patio" is the loft space that houses two other rooms in the studio. The ceiling is not tall enough for a normal person to stand up in and feel comfortable. But the room does have some nice carpeting and these great cubbies ideal for shelving and organizing t-shirts. So I am going to incubate my business from there.

I'll probably put a desk up there and my printer, and then I'll be able to make the studio a work destination once again. There is so much I plan on doing when I have the money to do it. But, as they say, making that first million is always the toughest.