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Much on my mind. And it makes me feel weird to think about it.

Been reading through others journals and it's been making me think about...taking chances...

I had a late lunch with Alex today, and we were talking about how it's weird that folks are seemingly impressed by us making half assed experimental film things. It's for the same reason that we're impressed by folks who are writers who have completed stuff. It's the having something to show for your talk.

Everyone in LA is working on something. Writing something. But how many sell something? Get published? Get cast? Get HIRED into a real job? Paint, spin, open up, or create? We are in awe of those people. We love them. We admire, envy, and sometimes loathe them. But we live in respect and fear of them.

I want to be one of them.

But I have to do more than want, right? I have to do. I have to make the move to be on par with that sort of thing. I have to *do*; more importantly, I have to *complete*.

I need to take some *chances*. Just jump on the the stool and hope that the damn thing holds. It's true for everything. Let's hope it all holds together.

Glarg. I looked over a list that I wrote last year, about things that I want to do before I croak. I'm en route to complete 4 of them. But I would still love to be able to cross them out. But we'll see. Soon. Maybe. Hopefully. Yes.

But there are chances that I want to take. I think that I shall take one. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see. Good luck to me.

*crosses fingers*

Monday=Sun Day

So, I'm in a strangely good mood for someone who is at work. Might have something to do with the sun beating down outside.

The office Thermometer says it's 85. The newsman says that it's supposed to be a record high of 92 in Long Beach today. Either way, spring (read: Summer in Los Angeles) is roaring in with a vengence.

Lunch.

Wonderful time of the day, and after telling my boss that I have a job interview on wednesday, I was full of fluff and happiness. She's cool with it, and not freakikng out, at least in the way I was afraid she was. And so I've been able to work quickly, quietly, and hap'ly; when lunch happend I was in a great mood.

Today was a day to be outside, and not stuck inside for lunch. Today was a drive around with the windows down and blast the world with happy, light (non-raptastic) music. Music that you can sing along to and look happy, feel happy, and give off a general light of cheerfulness. The shiny white shirt I'm wearing doesn't hurt to give off that glowing aura, either.

Drove to Micky D's and filled up on an unhealthy, but satisfying lunch of French Fries and a Vanilla shake. And it's plenty. Enjoyed the light and warmth. Enjoyed the music. Enjoyed the car.

Then I got the car *washed* which is another thing all together. Now both it and I are slightly scarred, black and shiny with a good warm sun glowing off of our skin.