So, as people have clearly NOT noticed (thereby proving my point) I dont write journal entries very often. But from time to time, its nice t just get some experience in writing, to let other people that Im still breathing.

Well, its the end of summer, '09. Im most definitely breathing, but Im fairly sure that breathing is no longer as healthy as it used to be. Haha, no, this isnt melodramatic bullshit. Im not depressed. I dont hate my life. I just live in New York, where I can taste the fumes in the air. And let me tell you, its pretty wonderful.
Im living in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. A major up-and-coming area, right next to Pratt institute. There are lots of wonderful people around (but being an art school, there's also a lot of poser hipster...well, theyre not assholes, they just have no individuality. The unfortunate part of this is, I dress just like them. The fortunate part of this is, Ive been wearing a flannel shirt before they even knew what one was, and Im legitimately a hippie.
Well anyways, so the big city has been treating me well. I'm still looking for a job, but for the time being I'm in the safe zone in terms of money (not that you really needed to know). Im looking towards becoming a production assistant wit a production company somewhere around New York. Until then, Im just hanging out, reading a lot, catching up with my artistic inspirations. Also, theres a lot of events and entertainment and whatnot around the city.

All in all, Im enjoying myself, and I hoe you all enjoyed this short glimpse into the life of Alexander Swanson.

Good night, and good luck.