The Beginning

This is my fresh start. To all my friends that followed me here, thank you.

I said a while back that I'd update soon with some real content. I wasn't lying. I really meant to. I just... forgot. That and I was avoiding the whole blog scene. As most of you know the Signal crashed a while back. Which is to say, I got fed up with the bullishit and pulled the plug. I miss it a lot. I also don't. But there comes a certain point in any relationship, be it with a person or otherwise, when you have to weigh its virues against its costs. I could have kept the Signal going for much longer, I think. I could have been that trailer park wife that keeps going back to her loser husband after the black eyes start to fade, but I've out grown that sort of thing.

Meanwhile I'm back on campus. I'm happy to be back. I'm also not. The campus is different than it was last year. I got a few odd looks my first few days of classes. People had thought I'd graduated. I find myself avoiding a lot of the SMAD professors I don't have to talk to. I'm tired of answering questions.

I like my classes. I have four of them. Basic Acting, Film as Art, Film and Society, and Creative Nonfiction. The first three are ok. The third kicks ass, but is hard work. The more I learn about writing, the more I feel like a hack. All the more reason to keep plugging away until I get better. I guess.

I have a new roommate. Kelsey. The long and short of it is that she's a bitch and she hates me. The mitigating factors are that her life to date sucks and mine doesn't and that chaps her ass. Among other things. It's a problem.

I miss my parents. I miss Dave. I miss the sense that I knew what the hell I was doing with my life. If I close my eyes and think real hard, I can just make out what that was like.