Intro

I needed in outlet for how many thoughts and ideas run through my head. I’m tired of keeping everything inside. I’m fed up with only writing in a journal. I’m in my twenties, I’m American and I should get my 15 seconds of fame! Man, everybody should get their 15 seconds of fame, isn’t that why we created youtube and blogging pages like this?

I’m tired of holding my tongue. I feel like if I keep holding all my feelings in I’m going to go postal at my place of work. Work… What a joke? I’ve been wasting too much time at a job that dulls my creative juices. Don’t get me wrong I’m very grateful that I have a paying job. But it was only suppose to be a temporary job until I can start getting paid for my real passion. The passion of Gillis is becoming a story-teller. Not like the kind of story-teller that reads books to little kids, but the kind that makes stories. I want to write, I to produce, I want to director, basically I want to make movies. I want to be that kind of story-teller. However, until I get to the point where I making films, I’m stuck here ranting about I see my own existence.

So this is me, Christopher Lawrence Gillis, love me or leave me, or some other stupid cliché I can end this post with.