------I haven't written in a while. Partially because I want to write about happy things, and not vent out my feelings on here. I'm trying something new, I woke up an hour earlier before my alarm rang. So instead of writing in midnight when I can't sleep, I'm writing in the morning and hour before I have to go.
------Trey told me that she likes my smile. I don't know where or how to take that. She said that I have a nice one so that I should smile more often. Trey is a year above me in this program we're both taking. I've occasionally bumped into her a couple of times. We never actually formally until this class. We're both taking Production Audio, a class about onset location recording usually for film. I've actually been taking a couple of projects with the skillsets I'm learning in class which is exciting. Just the past week I had two film shoots, but thats besides the point.
------One of the projects we had together was to do an interview. I learned that she has a lot of siblings and, that she misses them. She's from Florida. She said that doesn't really see her family often because theres a lot of work in our industry here in NYC. I told her I that I'm from The Bronx and she was surprised. I tell her I'm a people person, though only when it comes to work related things though. She tells me that that's fine and she wishes she was like that. I told her that it's a skill set I learned back in high school when I had a business elective.
------One of my funniest memories I have of her is that she tried to kick me out of my own studio time. Its probably funny for me but really embarrassing for her so I hope she never finds this. I have a 9 hour studio block from 2pm to 11pm, and around 8pm she comes into my room and just immediately demands me to get out. I'm here looking at her with a confused face, I'm essentially a dog tilting its head at the time. Meanwhile my studio is looking busy AF, I have three preamps stacked, a spaghetti of patch cables onto the patch bay, 3 guitars flexed out. It would take me at least an hour to breakdown and normalize the studio. Meanwhile she's there telling me to pack up and leave because she flexed out the time. I calmly tell her that I have the room for 9 hours starting at 2. She pulls out the google calendar to check. I look with her onto her phone. She swipes all the way up just to see my name because no one is crazy enough to do a 9 hour block. She apologizes and she leaves flustered. I joke around with her sometimes about the time when she tried to kick me out of my own room.
------I have to leave and get ready to start my day now, so thanks for reading. This is is Anikacy, signing out!
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I've been writing in this since I was thirteen in 2007. I still am writing in it, and it will probably be my legacy till the day I die. (Don't start reading from the beginning as my writing was atrocious then.)