Homeless...

Turns ou that making a movie really doesn't leave much time to blog things. Especailly when you're homeless.

Yeah, my contract ran out, so i was crashing at PJ's (the producer) house, in one of the rooms that was also the set. Now I'm at my brothers. I knew this would happen. It's a hastle, but it makes for much cooler interview stuff, shoudl the film ever make it big. "Yeah, it was low budget. I crashed in the set. I was so cool and bohemian, man"

It didn't help that, depite applying months ago and sending emails and leaving voicemail, i finally got a hold of the accommodation people at Dublin City University, where I'm going after the film is made. She said, and i quote "If you haven't heard from us by now, you mustn't have a room. I suggest you start looking for accommodation". Well, gee. Thank you, ya stupid bint. Luckily i've a brother in Dublin too, that i can crash with him when term starts, until i find a house. Ah, the joys of a big family.

The funniest part was where i hadn't shaved in a week, and was wearing my beloved, but ripped Ramones top at Common Grounds. I had no change, so PJ bought me the sandwhich. I announced that as of 3pm, i was offiicially homeless. The watiress overheard some of this, and when i said i didn't want a drink, she practically insisted i get something. She then told me that water was free, i shouldn't worry.

I have officially crossed the line from bohemian to hobo.

Eoin