"why don't you write in your blog anymore"

well aside from the fact that i do go on season long periods with no entries at all on occasion, i just haven't been all that pleased with myself. one could argue that writing should take form from just that alone- [self-deprecating {views} on the present and in the future] ...


inspiration always comes along. to be honest though, despite how impressed i am by the education system here, i feel myself longing to go back to california to be with friends; to be on stage.

i dont know; part of me just wants to gather up all the people i love and run away with them individually in a vacuum, sealed in our existences; very very happy about it.


someone brought up the point last night that modern literature really doesn't have all that much artistic merit compared to the classics, as the language isn't really as beautiful, thus it revolves more around story. which is true.

but to say that it isn't art well, that's to say literature as a whole isn't art. the whole goddamn thing is based on story. film and theatre is based on story too. actually its based on that "UMPFH" (i can't believe i actually just used that term, ho ho ho ho) that you can only get out of certain special performances. for instance, that one time i played a gay man in a wheelchair coming out to his friend for the first time, and lit up the whole stage. (this requires you to know that the only person in attendance was my mother {T - WHERE DID MY WIT GO? IS IT TOO STANDARD? LET ME KNOW PLEASE}, and she is who this entire memory is gathered from)








aaaaaaahhh it just feels good to write. i have no idea what im writing to be pretty fucking honest. i can't stand the writing for the most part, it's just the process of getting it all out there that makes me stay terribly terribly in love with it. i'd rather perform, but my voice is getting raspy and im starting to lose my hair. i remember once being offended when a drama teacher said i would do better as a stand up comic, and i suppose that wouldn't be too bad at all.

but id rather rather be an astronaut

or a pumpkin pie

("WHERE IS THE ARTISTIC MERIT IN THIS, EH GEORGY BOY?" - the art clique")