Filming and Adventure

So my friend has recently started filming a miniseries he's trying to put online called "The Adventures of Arc." He plays the main character, a mercenary trying to get revenge on an evil group. I know it's cliche, but he likes the idea. In this series, however, I get to play an amazing character.

The evil organization...which doesn't have a name yet...has a couple of head commanders, all named after Greek gods. The leader's name is Ares, the black ops commander is Artemis, the IT boss is Athena, the head of research is Apollo...and then there's me.

I play the scout of the organization, and I'm code named Hermes. I am the comedy relief character, and I'm loving it. Hermes is a slacker, one of the few in the group who doesn't wear a uniform of any sort. He disobeys orders rather regularly, he doesn't seem to do anything, and he hangs around mocking the other commanders.

I was originally called in to play a nameless thug, but the writers liked me as this character. I was never meant to be a main character, just a small joke, but within a few filming scenes, with a few ad-libs, they decided that I was going to be an important character. With a combination of a laid back attitude, constant sunglasses, a sense of humor, and an Irish accent, they declared me in the film.

I love this role, and I'm all for doing it for as long as I can. When the episodes start to go up, be sure I'll link you all to them.

Spilling Angst Out.

So I figure I should at least try to keep this updated, despite my lack of interesting events in my life. I'm a seething cauldron of angst right now, and I'll try to mediate just how much I spew out onto the page.

So I'm feeling very alone right now. I've got two roommates, but apparently I'm not really allowed to open up around one or I may get kicked out, and the other is always asleep when the first isn't around. I don't really have any friends around here, aside from the ones I made on her campus, who I can't really talk to.

So I'm alone with my thoughts, which is never a good thing. I feel awkward talking to people I don't know to well, but this is supposed to be a place for me, so what the hell.

I'm trapped in a job I hate. It's my first real job, and I know I should be happy that I'm getting a paycheck, but FUCK. I work the closing shift at a fast food joint, mostly drive through, so I have uncomfortable hours that aren't conducive to social interaction. I hate it so very much.

I'm also feeling rather frustrated with the lack of interest in my life. So far it consists of going to work and coming home. I'm a half an hour away from New York City by public transport, but I don't have time to go into the city, nor the money to do anything there. All of my paycheck goes to food and debts.

I just don't really know what to do.

New Beginnings

Here it goes again, my attempt to start a blog. This time, however, a lot has changed in my life. For a short list...

• I've moved to New York, and am living here now.
• I now have a job. Granted, it's barely above minimum wage and I am working at a fast food place, but it's still my first legit job.
• I'm working on breaking my way back into writing and art. That's the main reason I've started this blog
• Also, more superficially, I've started losing weight and recovering my body to the way I like.

All of these things are making me feel more and more like myself again, now that I'm pretty much out and living on my own. While it may not be a great start, it's definitely one I appreciate.

Expect another blog post tonight when I settle on what I want to write about, but for now, this is my intro post. WHEE.