Beach scenes are done! We are getting more efficient with each shoot. I am happy, though sunburned and without my aloe vera gel because I cannot find it. My face is redder than Mark and Stella's were when I painted them drunk. At any rate, one more scene and we're good to go.
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For a while, I was who I wanted to be. I'd have gladly been friends with myself then. But now I feel like I wouldn't really hang out too much with the person I am.
I talk too much, really, and about myself. I act like I've known people for ages. I'm arrogant, if only because I want to be appreciated. I pretend I know a lot. I try too hard to be funny. I am a sad, sad, loser.
I still listen though. I still do want to listen.