this strange, single life
So it's been only three weeks without a significant other and i have to say that either my mourning process came before the official "breakup" (which is at least, in part, true) or has yet to come. perhaps its because im too busy to sulk. there was one day where i felt a certain familiar depression coming on, but even then i was met with the task of obtaining a passport in the quickest manner possible (i will be going to london next month... ironically, the same city my ex was visiting when i moved out), and so my mind expelled any unproductive emotional byproduct and went to work on the myriad of tasks set before me.

what i mean to say is that im busy, all day, every day. im now in the thick of my school work, shooting my own scenes for class, helping with other's video projects, writing papers, interviewing artists, reading, etc... My work has finally started to pick up after almost three months of near financial ruin, and so most every day I'm not scheduled for class I'm off to the valley to fuck another milf, cougar, or occasional girl of similar age. I'm still living in disarray, still picking things out of boxes, still trying to put together my new "home," although I've been sleeping in a sizable studio in the heart of Korea Town (great location, by the way) for nearly a month.

last night i finally had the urge to do something fun and actually "hang out" with my friends from school. i showered away the stench of the day's work and found myself on my buddy, Roham's, couch. we decided to go to a warehouse party south of downtown that was supposedly in support of some USC students' chartible trip (aka vacation) to Costa Rica for spring break. Nevertheless, i danced for several hours and rediscovered how to flirt with strangers and make out in the dark corners, all reminiscent of some high school fling. Of course, i was stopped by a group of college students asking whether i was the guy they had seen humping on their computer screens earlier in the week, and then hounded with the typical novelty questions. But all in all, i had a great time.

i went to bed late, woke up relatively early, booked an hair appointment with my new neighbor who apparently (we'll see) works in the "best" salon in beverly hills and wants to give me a deal. i finished editing a scene for my directing class and then napped a good two hours in the middle of the day. i awoke again to transcribe an interview i held with a fellow student, a lesbian singer/songwriter from Indiana, and then did some laundry while trying to converse with the russian girls smoking in the building's courtyard.

Everything just feels as if it's happening. there is no time to reflect on motivation. I just wake up in the morning and go.

tomorrow i help one of my closest friends on another student film, and then im back to school and work and life and ...