January-May: drinking alcohol, having lots of sex, charging through second semester of foundation year of school, sexual intercourse as exercise – smoking cigarettes, eating cheeseburgers, running, biking. Traveled to Chicago to write screenplay, “Pig’s Eye”. Blew almost a grand on prostitutes & drugs.
June-August: No job, no love, drank booze whenever I could, wrote short story, watched Inception at least three times. Ran as much as I could, didn’t bike as often as I should have. Got rid of friends, spent less and less time with them, breaking off communication toward August. Took yoga classes, but left after my free month (I was becoming too familiar with the place, I like to remain anonymous).
September-December: The first six weeks of school I felt my best, I wasn’t smoking cigarettes, nor drinking, and I was on top of my game. Photography got better, my eyes saw the minute and the grand scheme of things. Volunteered at the holiday sale. Saw Yves Klein show with a friend; hung out with girls more than ever (awesome). Began smoking again when I hung out with old, bad people; consequently took the habit up again because school was too “stressful”. Finished third semester at art school, saw Tron Legacy, True Grit, Black Swan, The Fighter. Hung out with good friends, stopped drinking, still smoking but will stop soon.
I don’t want to drink anymore, I don’t want to smoke anymore. I want to be mellow, but I also want to be fit & trim & healthy, without being too hyper. I want to treat people with respect, I need to maintain a vision of myself and be honest, humble.
I want to finish my sophomore year with success, and not failure. I want to take this course about NYC in the summer, and I want to get a job – an internship, even – at some place in the Twin Cities involved in art, photography, movies, something that I want to do be doing. I want to be strong. I want to be strong.
