So Luca, We're all still Wondering what You're Going to do with your Life

Today, I decided to start writing again. This is it. I figured that since, for the past four months, I've been telling everyone that I am going to write a book, I should at least revisit my blog and figure out if I can write or not. We'll see.

I've been in the states since April. I've been working since then too, which is pretty remarkable considering the economic climate. The money I've earned will cover my ass (hopefully) for the next few months and provide sustenance (hopefully) during my "book writing". I think this whole "I'm going to write a book" thing came about as a way to shut people up. "Well Luca, what are you going to do in Bermuda if you're not working? Just live off of Big?"

"Actually, I am going to write a book."

Sometimes I say that I am going to write a graphic novel, which is actually pretty hilarious, because I can't really draw. It's something I'd love to do. I'd love to have my name on something like a graphic novel. It's just so...hip.

I'd love to have my name on anything really. As I rapidly approach 25, I just, more and more, crave fame and notoriety. I think my ultimate dream is to be on a billboard. Can you imagine? Picture walking down a bustling city street with people just brushing past you and looking up to see your face (300 times its original size) gleaming down on the world. It's just beautiful really.

But I guess before that can happen, I need to get this book up and going. Or maybe I'll stop being completely self absorbed, realize that my name and face do not need to grace the world with their presence, and tell all of the schmucks, "Yeah, actually, I am just going to live off of Big in Bermuda."