So my boyfriend is upset at me because I haven't posted in ages. Sorry everyone who cares a little bit about this dumb old blog of mine. Right now this blog is the least of my worries. I have 50 something dollars in my bank account and a dark cloud of loans hovering over my head and no job! I promise I will post more once I get some kind of a job thing. Anyone need a house cleaner? Dog walker? Likes to give money to strangers? Honestly, I don't even care what kind of job I get.
I once wanted to do visual development for movies and such but now I know I am just not good enough or determined enough? I don't know. My dream has never been "oh I want to be the best artist ever." No. I have always wanted to make movies or animations. I want to tell stories about the kids on the east coast that live in row homes. I want to tell stories of the jersey shore summer romances. The people you see on the street that have no idea that you are staring at them and noticing how normally beautiful there existence is. Stories of high school and the occasional fantasy awesome sci-fi movie. That is what I want and for some reason I have had this childish attitude like it would happen for me no matter what I did, I just knew I am going to be a movie maker. But that child like bubble has burst and now I realize I need to work for it. Like super duper sit down write a short story film it submit it. And go crazy... but first! A job.
and here is something I did along time ago... for everyone who needs some gianna kind of lovin in there life. i got you bo.