yup. this sucks

Friday 3:25am. tired and frustrated I am. why am I here?

The day began yesterday, thursday, 5:30am, sleepy, not so tired, not quite as frustrated, questioning nothing.

But today, at 7:45am, I am scheduled to work at LAX, which means that I will probably nap an hour or so, shower, and head out, only to come back to the yard house at 4:00pm and barback again till the midnight hour.

Why on earth am I doing this? Hmm...I keep saying that it builds character...to myself.

Whatever.

I do know this, though, its for a good reason.

Anyways, I'm a bit delusional right now but I always get a kick reading these in retrospect.

Ahi crunchy blues

Just clocked out for my thirty minute break at the yard house. The past 3 hours have been nothing but clean this, switch that, lift this, wipe that...and I'm kinda getting tired of it. 4 months ago my heart was into it, 2 weeks ago it was the same. But somewhere along the way, my bar back spirit hit a wall. 

My foot injury probably played a part, maybe also the fact that I just started working at the airport again; add school to the mix...it doesn't leave much time for anything.

I am def hitting some kind of ledge though. But in the meantime I'll just finish this delicious ahi crunchy salad and just keep hussstlin'

on a rainy tuesday

at it once again at my new favorite coffee spot. surprisingly with only one coffee in hand. weird

so far so good. lauren and i have been cranking out screenplays like hotcakes. delicious, gluten-free hotcakes. and now that matt - the other big part of our creative circle - has returned to us, all of our ideas seem to go to another level of wacky and absurd. a few days ago, lauren registered the pilot online, which means we can start pitching it to people. weird

it's funny to think that ideas that originated as end-of-the-day absurdities have now sprawled arms and legs that hopefully will lead into a nice something. well, in the meanwhile, i'm stuck barbacking and traveling the world. 

the elusive january

ever since i came to grasp the notion of time - which probably came around middle school when i was given my cool casio calculator watch - january has always seemed to be the month that slips through my consciousness. it's an etherial month; it comes and goes without you noticing it. in between the high's of the first few days of the new year, till' whenever it is you realize your failed NYE resolutions; an empty vacuum of time is left. i guess i can only speak for myself but that seems to be how it's been. for the past couple of years

but today, on this clear and beautiful january 22nd, resting on the foothills of mt. wilson, i sit inside this odd looking coffee shop looking back at january.
2013 seems to be different. maybe because it is? maybe.