Thursday, February 26, 2004
Monday, February 09, 2004
Smile Lines
I really love this song.
Met my match today
felt the blood rushing and mingling
curious and an enigmatic thing
now spiders in my dreams
synchronocity weaves like a web when
you were meant to be a meal!
I want you bad
I want you bad
I understand why they say
"High school never ends"
I'll never act my age
but you can tell by the lines in my smile
that I have been around for awhile
So insecuritues
are about as useful as trying
to put the pin back in the grenade!
This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing............
Man. I think I love Incubus more than Chandler loves Offspring. It's just incredible. In any case, news is that I've been hasnging out with this girl I really like, even though I have really no chance with her, the movie adaptation taught me a really good lesson, "You are not who loves you, you are who you love." It's a damn good quote, and while I think she is absolutely gorgeous, it's nice to just be her friend. I'm supposed to get my letter from the film school soon, holy crap I'm nervous. It's like a great fork in the road of my life. Wish me luck.
This thought disintegrated at 9:04 AM
The fountain is dry
My creativity has escaped me. I had an inkling that it might have a few months ago, but now I know for sure. For nearly 8 years now, when the days near Valentines, words begin to rush. I knew it never fails, but nothing has come to me yet. The past month or so, I've barely contributed the script at all. All my thoughts are re-runs. My dreams are the only things that seem original, and they've multiplied dramatically. Maybe my creativity left to hang with my subconscious for awhile. I had a really hard time writing an essay today, and in the end it was just a jumble of facts mashed together with large words, in complex sounding sentences. If I had given it to an English professor, he would have said something along the lines of "I think you need to dive face first into concrete, get some crazy type of Amnesia, and learn it all over again", but lucky me it was for History, and my essay probably wont be the worst he's seen. I got really frustrated while writting, I felt like throwing things, and I did. Where did you go.......
This thought disintegrated at 9:00 PM
