Blogging and... the lack thereof
Ok, let's face it. I'm not a good writer. That doesn't mean I'm not a writer; just not a good one. Some people go to school for writing, get a degree, and steal unabashedly from other writers to flaunt their brilliance. I, on the other hand, keep detrimentally trying to only write original material, and therefore usually end up in inspiration purgatory. So, if you want to wait for two or three weeks between posts, and then get a rundown of everything I'm feeling about life at the moment, then read on. But, history first.
I was born at the age of zero in a small apartment complex in Guatemala City in Zone 12. In 1983, it was right on the edge of the city. Now, there are quite a few more zones. Until the age of 11, I moved back and forth between the States and Guatemala quite a few times. Our cue to move always seemed to be me either completely learning or forgetting Spanish. When I was 11, we moved to Ecuador and I started learning Spanish again. My mother got divorced from my dad, remarried, and had two kids with that guy. I guess if you count my older brother, my younger sister, and my two half brothers, there are four of us altogether. I have never been great at math. Despite that fact, I managed to graduate at the age of 17 from a community college in Florida while living with my dad. I had moved back to the States with my grandparents when I turned 14, and later attacked the onslaught of humidity that is Florida. Around the time I got my GED, I decided to pursue a career in acting, and joined a traveling theater group called the Covenant Players. Two years later, I returned to Florida with the intention of saving up to move to Los Angeles; the Mecca for actors. A year sauntered by, and right about the time I was realizing that I actually needed to save my money, my mother announced that she was permanently moving to Peru, and asked me to help. I acquiesced, and so began a three-month journey down to Panama, searching for a boat that would take us to Peru. After a month of living at a halfway house in Panama City, a kind stranger bought tickets for the lot of us to fly to Lima, thus ending our rogue adventure. During the following three years in Peru, I worked at a slot machine factory for two of the most generous people in the world. Life was good in Lima, and TGI Fridays sold me many Coronas, but still my dream was calling. At the end of 2007, I moved to Los Angeles to pursue my acting career, and have spent the last 4 years getting on my feet, studying acting, producing a short film, and shooting stuff... in that order and not all at once. That pretty much catches me up to now, and I'm tired of writing, so I'll stop. I have no idea when I'll write again, but this won't be the last.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
I was born at the age of zero in a small apartment complex in Guatemala City in Zone 12. In 1983, it was right on the edge of the city. Now, there are quite a few more zones. Until the age of 11, I moved back and forth between the States and Guatemala quite a few times. Our cue to move always seemed to be me either completely learning or forgetting Spanish. When I was 11, we moved to Ecuador and I started learning Spanish again. My mother got divorced from my dad, remarried, and had two kids with that guy. I guess if you count my older brother, my younger sister, and my two half brothers, there are four of us altogether. I have never been great at math. Despite that fact, I managed to graduate at the age of 17 from a community college in Florida while living with my dad. I had moved back to the States with my grandparents when I turned 14, and later attacked the onslaught of humidity that is Florida. Around the time I got my GED, I decided to pursue a career in acting, and joined a traveling theater group called the Covenant Players. Two years later, I returned to Florida with the intention of saving up to move to Los Angeles; the Mecca for actors. A year sauntered by, and right about the time I was realizing that I actually needed to save my money, my mother announced that she was permanently moving to Peru, and asked me to help. I acquiesced, and so began a three-month journey down to Panama, searching for a boat that would take us to Peru. After a month of living at a halfway house in Panama City, a kind stranger bought tickets for the lot of us to fly to Lima, thus ending our rogue adventure. During the following three years in Peru, I worked at a slot machine factory for two of the most generous people in the world. Life was good in Lima, and TGI Fridays sold me many Coronas, but still my dream was calling. At the end of 2007, I moved to Los Angeles to pursue my acting career, and have spent the last 4 years getting on my feet, studying acting, producing a short film, and shooting stuff... in that order and not all at once. That pretty much catches me up to now, and I'm tired of writing, so I'll stop. I have no idea when I'll write again, but this won't be the last.
I'll catch you on the flip side.
Very nice! except there are five of us. You said four. But don't worry, I love anyway.
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