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I have returned from the land of the forsaken, and have risen like a phoenix.

My Spring Break was spent in California, with family. At first, I hadn't enjoyed the thought of leaving my friends to go across the country, but in the end, I'm glad I went. I had been stuck, in a block. Now I feel like my old self, bubblegum punk and ready to kick butt! After I had been rejected from FSU Film my confidence wavered, I had lost direction, my plan was foiled. I knew how the villains felt with Batman's meddling. But in Cali, I realized that I needed to snap out of it, put a halt to the depression, or rather, crush it out of existence. My relatives who live in Santa Monica run their own business called Imperial Media, dvd/cd duplication. I started hearing about clients that came to them, and started talking to Bob, one of the employees. I have a new plan.

Sydney is coming over today to jam out and write music, possibly plan a music video...I need to really get my head out of the clouds and start filming my short film. Things have just been so chaotic that if I had believed in fate, I would be convinced some larger picture was stopping me from beginning my filming. But hopefully no one has fallen ill, there is available camera and lighting equipment, and my creative streak is rolling again!

my week is already swamped. I have Sydney coming over today, I promised a really good friend I would come over tomorrow to watch a movie and film a silly little short, Wednesday is a day I devote to my lover (oo-er), Thursday Nick Morales is coming over and we are going to collaborate with some photos, I ned some for my preview project, and he could always use some more photos. Friday, i'm not sure what I'm doing exactly but I know it should be FUN. Maybe spend some time with my bestie, Nikki, who I don't get to see as much anymore do her academia. She has gotten into schools like MIT, UPenn, WashU, and is waiting for a response from Duke...I know she is going to be spectacularly successful  later on...And I know if I'm ever one of those Starving Artist types on the streets, I could always count on her, maybe crash on her couch, too.