So here it is, the last morning of the semester for me. I have a final at 2:45, and then I am technically out of here, but then not really because I haven’t accomplished shit at all. I have a rancid, filthy room to contend with, the packing of clothes, and on top of that…well, I have to drive, and all I want to fucking do is sleep.
Yes, I’m bitching, crying you a river, and all that other type of thing…
The wages of laziness is complications.
Anyway, last night was a blast. Hung out with some friends, some new, some old, and we got tanked up like good college kids are supposed to, and in the melee of drinking, singing, laughing, and god knows what else, we, the 4 of us, decided to go into the Porn business.
Now immediately, half the people reading this just winced in revulsion, the other half rolled their eyes or laughed.
Yeah, making porn is a dodgy business, so they say, however, what better place to do it than at a college campus. Hell, it wasn’t even my idea, I can’t take credit for it. It was actually H, who said that she could get girls to either pose or do other things in front of a webcam. Between the 4 of us, we decided to see if we could make a go of it, see if people were interested.
We created an email account, ad page on The Facebook, and mass emailed 3000 people here on campus. We got responses.
Of course the majority were from men, but there were some key responses from girls, and they didn’t look too shabby. It was at that point that we knew we were in business. Do it.
So why do I want to be involved in porn? Well, because for one, it is filmmaking, and it is that fact that porn is such a saturated market, people are still hungry for new things and people, which turns into cash, eventually. Cash that will buy me camera equipment and better studio acoutrements, so that I can work on a variety of projects in other areas.
Porn is not something everyone can agree on, but by god, the people who do get behind it, get in there 100 percent. And so it goes…
Other than that, I am just waiting to be done. Go home and have the good sleep, the one I have been waiting forever for. Maybe not forever, but a good couple of weeks for sure.
I’m looking forward to O’Sullivan’s Pub, and to the smoke house, and to Sunday afternoon smokeouts/barbecues at Dean’s. I’m looking forward to Happy Hour at Wrigley Field Bar and Grill, I’m looking forward to nights at Piere’s/Cyb@rClub , and other than that, I am looking forward to coming back here next semester, because this will be different for me. No longer will I be the committed public servant student, I will be anonymous again, no fame, no glory…no recognition. Everything I do will be for my own greater good, so I want to see what that will entail.
A fresh start, if you will. A chance to do well in school, as well as fix everything about me that I feel is lacking. I need some serious improvements, both physical and mental, and now I have the chance to get that start again, because when I come back, there will be no excuses.
Well, I have a half an hour before I switch labs again. I have been here all morning, and not one soul has sat down at a computer. I’m getting paid for sitting on my ass and doing nothing of any intrinsic value, you have to absolutely love that…fuck, I do.