FALL 2004 DONE
I think I'm in love with the sound of my voice.
Is that wrong?
I don't know. These posts are long and really are just me talking about what I love.
And then it's me enforcing my opinion on other people. Such as how ALEXANDER was a great but very flawed film (repeat:flawed, like Jared Leto and accents). Or that the only people who deserve love and respect are those that work for it. Or that girls with really black hair, green eyes, and a whitish skin tone are the most gorgeous women ever put on the planet?
But I don't do that do I? And if I do, so what? It's good to love your own voice.
But then there is the fear of loving it too much. Especially if your some young punk who wants to grow up and make a career in narrative film. I mean you can't be so in love with your own voice that you end up making a three and a half hour epic about two people in love...doing nothing else but that. It won't float. You become conceited and well...like so many people I've met.
The big fear of getting a big head is moving beyond criticism. What I hope to soon hear once my printed on paper copies of my script reach my friends is honest to life comments. What I hate is hyperbole (Greatest thing I ever read! Man I read this thing and I came on page 13!) though oddly enough when it comes to films I see I'm chock full of it. Tell me, how many movies have I proclaimed to be great beyond great. Answer- at least 2 a month. So please, Jerry, Joel, Heather M (do you read this?) and anyone else who happens to get a copy, tell me what's wrong in it and what could use some work.
I'm writing this because I am prone to think better of myself. To think that I'm a better person. Which is odd because at the same time I want to kill myself for feeling inferior. I don't have the words to explain it but sometimes even when I feel like I'm the scum of the earth and my death would be insignificant to those around me, I also then feel in some ways to be superior. I don't know how many times I've lately thought myself to be a better person simply because I lived in Europe. But what if I had never left the U.S.? Would I have had the IB to rely on to get into a prestigious college (for one year), would I have had 2 foreign languages to start chatting away in? Would I have had so many great experiences? I don't know. And I can't say that I ever will.
Well, before I give in to my personal voice and write 2000 more words, I'll go. I need to anyway, I pulled an all nighter for my exam and havent slept in over 36 hours.
Love ya folks. If ya read this, anyone, please leave a hi. I don;t know who does and who doesn't. Just a simple post hey this Joe Schmoe, love it/hate it.
Thanks folken.
Is that wrong?
I don't know. These posts are long and really are just me talking about what I love.
And then it's me enforcing my opinion on other people. Such as how ALEXANDER was a great but very flawed film (repeat:flawed, like Jared Leto and accents). Or that the only people who deserve love and respect are those that work for it. Or that girls with really black hair, green eyes, and a whitish skin tone are the most gorgeous women ever put on the planet?
But I don't do that do I? And if I do, so what? It's good to love your own voice.
But then there is the fear of loving it too much. Especially if your some young punk who wants to grow up and make a career in narrative film. I mean you can't be so in love with your own voice that you end up making a three and a half hour epic about two people in love...doing nothing else but that. It won't float. You become conceited and well...like so many people I've met.
The big fear of getting a big head is moving beyond criticism. What I hope to soon hear once my printed on paper copies of my script reach my friends is honest to life comments. What I hate is hyperbole (Greatest thing I ever read! Man I read this thing and I came on page 13!) though oddly enough when it comes to films I see I'm chock full of it. Tell me, how many movies have I proclaimed to be great beyond great. Answer- at least 2 a month. So please, Jerry, Joel, Heather M (do you read this?) and anyone else who happens to get a copy, tell me what's wrong in it and what could use some work.
I'm writing this because I am prone to think better of myself. To think that I'm a better person. Which is odd because at the same time I want to kill myself for feeling inferior. I don't have the words to explain it but sometimes even when I feel like I'm the scum of the earth and my death would be insignificant to those around me, I also then feel in some ways to be superior. I don't know how many times I've lately thought myself to be a better person simply because I lived in Europe. But what if I had never left the U.S.? Would I have had the IB to rely on to get into a prestigious college (for one year), would I have had 2 foreign languages to start chatting away in? Would I have had so many great experiences? I don't know. And I can't say that I ever will.
Well, before I give in to my personal voice and write 2000 more words, I'll go. I need to anyway, I pulled an all nighter for my exam and havent slept in over 36 hours.
Love ya folks. If ya read this, anyone, please leave a hi. I don;t know who does and who doesn't. Just a simple post hey this Joe Schmoe, love it/hate it.
Thanks folken.