God, I'm on here alot. And it's not even as if I spend all my time perusing the images of nude young ladies, more than half the time I'm hanging out in my groups and blogging. I do it way more than Myspace.
I'm trying to keep pushing with this writing thing. It's really late though and I don't know if I can express myself as much as I may like. See? Like that, that last sentence didn't really make sense. I'm not going to edit though...
Tom Robbins is amazing. If you haven't read him, you should. Nothing like "if you haven't read him, you haven't lived!" Cause yeah, that's crap. But really, you should.
And you should listen to the entire soundtrack of RENT and then go see the play/movie. Amazing. I listen to it constantly now, and I still haven't been able to see the damn show.
I'm being trained as a server
My roomates found my replacement and he's paying for October, and already gave me my 260 deposit
marvelous.
The lack of the saggitarian trio affects me, although it has been gone for over a year now. I still...gah. The empty space she left still affects me acutely.
FUCK CRAP DAMNIT I NEED TO WRITE AND MAKE WORDS SOUND PRETTY AND BE ON STAAAAAGE.
I also can't seem to be too upset about anything anymore. But I can be excited about things.
Sometimes I feel guilty for being happy in a world that so many people are so much less fortunate than I am. But then I think, my mood doesn't affect them...don't I deserve the right to be happy?
Ah crap that last part was stupid. I swear there is something wrong with my brain. I'm convinced I might be brilliant, but that something is keeping my sheer brilliance from spilling out and enveloping the nation/world. Maybe everyone is a genius, but those that we know as brilliant are the ones who managed to reveal it, who mastered a form to express their wonderous nature...Or you know, I could be wrong about that.
I wrote a 3 pg play about a man serving another man in a restaurant. It was kinda funny. It had a man crying and eating a salad, which I think is comic. It's hard to take someone seriouss when they are crying and eating. Maybe I wouldn't think that if I had an eating disorder, or loved someone who did...
Something I abhor is sitting in the remnants of someone else's body heat. No matter whose, with the exception of a lovers. But really especially strangers. On the bus. I refuse to sit in a chair that is warm from someone else who just got off the bus.
I finally got an answer to the question that has been keeping me up for days now:
from Another Roadside Attraction:
"Amanda," I asked, "if the universe is ultimately meaningless, as you say-big and beautiful but meaningless-then why go on living? Why not commit suicide?"
"Suicide has no class," she answered. "It's bad form."
"Oh yeah, that's right. The most important thing is style."
"Style, Marx."
"Right. I forgot."
Not that I believe in meaningless. I'm not saying I believe in meaning, just saying...yeah. You get it.
I'm trying to keep pushing with this writing thing. It's really late though and I don't know if I can express myself as much as I may like. See? Like that, that last sentence didn't really make sense. I'm not going to edit though...
Tom Robbins is amazing. If you haven't read him, you should. Nothing like "if you haven't read him, you haven't lived!" Cause yeah, that's crap. But really, you should.
And you should listen to the entire soundtrack of RENT and then go see the play/movie. Amazing. I listen to it constantly now, and I still haven't been able to see the damn show.
I'm being trained as a server
My roomates found my replacement and he's paying for October, and already gave me my 260 deposit
marvelous.
The lack of the saggitarian trio affects me, although it has been gone for over a year now. I still...gah. The empty space she left still affects me acutely.
FUCK CRAP DAMNIT I NEED TO WRITE AND MAKE WORDS SOUND PRETTY AND BE ON STAAAAAGE.
I also can't seem to be too upset about anything anymore. But I can be excited about things.
Sometimes I feel guilty for being happy in a world that so many people are so much less fortunate than I am. But then I think, my mood doesn't affect them...don't I deserve the right to be happy?
Ah crap that last part was stupid. I swear there is something wrong with my brain. I'm convinced I might be brilliant, but that something is keeping my sheer brilliance from spilling out and enveloping the nation/world. Maybe everyone is a genius, but those that we know as brilliant are the ones who managed to reveal it, who mastered a form to express their wonderous nature...Or you know, I could be wrong about that.
I wrote a 3 pg play about a man serving another man in a restaurant. It was kinda funny. It had a man crying and eating a salad, which I think is comic. It's hard to take someone seriouss when they are crying and eating. Maybe I wouldn't think that if I had an eating disorder, or loved someone who did...
Something I abhor is sitting in the remnants of someone else's body heat. No matter whose, with the exception of a lovers. But really especially strangers. On the bus. I refuse to sit in a chair that is warm from someone else who just got off the bus.
I finally got an answer to the question that has been keeping me up for days now:
from Another Roadside Attraction:
"Amanda," I asked, "if the universe is ultimately meaningless, as you say-big and beautiful but meaningless-then why go on living? Why not commit suicide?"
"Suicide has no class," she answered. "It's bad form."
"Oh yeah, that's right. The most important thing is style."
"Style, Marx."
"Right. I forgot."
Not that I believe in meaningless. I'm not saying I believe in meaning, just saying...yeah. You get it.
hopefully this brings me good things if the show is a hit