More of the same.
Let's see where this one goes.
Awesome is a small country many miles off the edge of the map. It is divided into two halves named North Awesome and South Awesome despite being split East and West. North Awesome (on the East side) is ruled by an iron fisted dictator, while South Awesome (on the West) is run on an anarcho-capitalist system with no centralized government. Every day in Awesome is Pizza Day. The chief export of Awesome is the little houses and hotels used in the board game Monopoly. The irony of the Awesome National Anthem is that the Eastern province (North Awesome) is forced to sing of the freedoms that only the Western province (South Awesome) gets to enjoy.
Have I changed? I suppose I have, I just can't notice it. I guess that's the problem with being stuck in my own observation created world; I can't see changes in the observerator. It's like an eyeball, it can see everything but itself. Don't bring up mirrors, because a reflection of something is not the thing itself, but rather a distorted image of it.
It's hard being an Evil Genius in the making. I mean world domination is such a serious goal that any villain worth his salt can't expect to achieve it without years of planning and subtle machinations. But when you're young you have all this ambition, you want to hurry up and get to the end. Sure, I could start torturing people in the basement but without an infrastructure to protect me from the repercussions what would be the use? And nobody's going to really believe that the doomsday device in the garage will work. Of course it will work, but to prove it you have to destroy everything, and then what's the point? It isn't the destruction that gives you power, it's the
threat of destruction. But without a credible threat you can't get any power. I guess this is why most evil geniuses execute their plan in stages; first kill a few hundred innocents, take some hostages, keep your finger on the button, that sort of thing. Oh and kill that frakking John McClane. Don't tie him up, don't set an elaborate trap, just shoot him in the face again and again.
I think I want to write a novel. I like the double meaning of the word novel. On the one hand it's a book long story, on the other hand it's an adjective meaning quaint. you could always have a novel novel. I'm probably not the first person to think of that.
I may be crazy but I'm happy. I'd much rather be a little weird and a lot content than really normal and tired. Or stressed and confused.
You can't hide form the jinjabread man!
Be content with your lot. One cannot be first in everything.
You create your own stage. The audience is waiting.
Know the right moment and go for it.
I'm feeling purple today.
One of my favorite things to do is dance in public. Especially if it embarrasses somebody else.
Why are you still reading this? After all that, do you hope it will get better?
Sweeney Todd comes out the day after tomorrow. The Day After Tomorrow was not a very good movie. J-Depp will rock your face off.
My legs are really hot. Read that however you will.
My blue bunny loves My Beige Bear.
Keen observation skills have their benefits.
I like being up in the middle of the night and seeing who else is being an insomniac with me.
Sad girl.
Labels: Awesome, change, dance, dictator, evil genius, insomnia, mirror, novel, observation, random, thoughts, weird
Some Recent Thoughts
These are in little to no order.
I thought for a period of time that, it if wasn't for the sex with men thing, I could handle being gay. But the I realized that I don't understand men any more than I do women.
While I understand the concept of "dating Jesus" I don't think it's a very effective system. The world is not like a romantic comedy (as much as we might like it to be) and the perfect person will not stumble into your life in a whirlwind of coincidence and perfect mistakes. God doesn't work that way, it's too lame.
Apparently I have poor taste in women. Well that may not be exactly a shocker, but I have gained some new information in the past twenty-four hours that have reinforced the theory.
Sometimes I wish I was as dark, brooding and mysterious as I appear upon first sighting. Although I don't know if I actually appear dark, brooding or mysterious, but I'd like to think I do.
I feel bad for you two. You are still being dragged along behind her. I'm glad I got out. I want to feel bad for her too, but I just can't bring myself to feel those emotions.
I have seriously considered doing something stupid in the past few weeks. Well actually I did something stupid a few weeks ago, but I did it anonymously. This second thing might possibly make it not anonymous. And if my intrepid readers are smart they might be able to figure out what it was simply because I am writing about it here. That is the chance I take.
My writer's bock has broken a little it seems. The ideas are still few and far between, but at least I'm writing again.
I got paid fifty dollars for acting at LCT. I then went out and bought How I Met Your Mother season two. I love this show. It is very re-watchable.
I have to start looking for grad schools soon. Which means I have to start trying to decide what I wan to do in grad school. I thought I wanted to go into playwriting, and I do, but Dr. Chansky recently told me that she thinks I would do well in research. Despite all the warnings I have heard, I think Dr. Chansky actually likes me.
I submitted a script to RROAPS, and I am really afraid that I am being too hopeful about it. I really don't think I should expect to get picked, because the odds aren't in my favor, but I find myself thinking about the production and talking about it as if it had already been selected.
I'm also afraid about my trip to Canada. I really have very little planned and that's how I want it. However, I'm not sure it will turn out well.
I'm going to bed now.
I got so much to say
And all of it's cliché
Labels: anonymous, brooding, Canada, DVD, gay, grad school, Jesus, mysterious, paycheck, playwriting, poor boys, random, research, RROAPS, script, stupid, thoughts, women, Writer's block, writing
