The other day, by pure chance, I stumbled across this diary. It wasn't long before I developed this weird kind of fascination with it. It's the diary of this 24 year old black chick who lives in L.A., wants to be in the entertainment industry, and works at the Urban Outfitters on Melrose. The diary consists mostly of her trying to get it on with the (exclusively) white boys in her life, her entertainment dreams, and her problems with her friends. Of late, she's been claiming that her co-worker has become Tobey Maguire's booty call, and shamelessly and un-selfconsciously dishes on that and the celebrities who come into her store.

My favorite thing, though, is that in her first entry she tells the story of how she just crashed her car into a pump at a gas station, which is some brilliantly unintentional foreshadowing if I ever saw it. Read some of her entries and you'll find out why.

Anyway. Hi.

So, it looks like for the next two weeks that I am going to be privy to a digital video camera, which is both really cool and really terrible. A classmate of mine decided to lend it to me when she overheard me telling my professor that I (kind of) wanted to do another documentary for my final project but didn't have the equipment. Instead of the doc, I was just going to write an easy four or five page paper until this girl offered me the camera.

Bill (out loud): You'd really let me use your camera? Wow, that's so cool of you.

Bill (in my head): You fucking bitch! Do you know how much extra work you just doomed me to?

It'll be OK, though, despite the extra work. I wanted to do another project for myself, anyway. I wanted to go around the Ravenswood neighborhood here in Chicago, taking stills and and video of the places that have meant a lot to me growing up. I want to do this so I'd have something to remind me of home when I finally make the move west.

The project will most decidedly NOT be set to the tune of that 'Time of Your life' Green Day song, so don't you worry.

It also means that I may decide to post a lot of pictures in the coming weeks. Mayhaps even a pure audio or video entry, if I'm feeling ambitious. We'll see.

Not much else to report. I haven't shaved in a few days, and that's about the extent of the excitement around here. Oh, my bathroom walls are starting to bleed again. That means that there will be an orgy in my apartment this weekend, but, unfortunately, it will be an orgy of cleaning and organizing. It'll be like porn customized exclusively for Martha Stewart.

Oh, here's something: I'm signed up for improv classes with Improvolympic (IO), a local improv theater, starting in March. There's another IO in Los Angeles, so I'll be able to continue when I move. That completes one section of the Phase One post-graduation plan I mentioned last entry.

All I need now is a way to make some money. Here's the plan: The other day I accidentally dropped some dry spaghetti in a half filled coffee cup in my sink. The next day, I noticed it had soaked up the coffee. Caffeinated pasta?

I'm going to be a millionaire.