Give me half a day.
"There's not a single dramatic storyline in existence that Shakespeare didn't conquer first. Family revenge, political intrigue, the great gender battle. The guy mapped it all out for us, and what was his parting lesson? What genre of all genres did he finally arrive at after years of toil and sacrifice? Tragedy." -Dawson's Creek
Okay, so maybe I just watched one too many episodes of Dawson's Creek in the past...oh...4 hours. But I dare you to watch one episode of that show and tell me that your sappy, hopeless romantic side doesn't show for even a split second.
...I know, I know. I already AM a hopeless romantic (unfortunately) so maybe it's not the best idea for me to be watching such dramatic television (or in my case, dvds, because I admit that I own them. Tease me later). But tonight, the most appealing activity to me was curling up on my bed, listening to the rain, and soaking myself in a show to fill my head with the hopes I held onto back when I was 16.
I haven't had a chance to really sit down and watch ANYTHING for months now. I just don't have time. Sure, I've watched movies with other people, but it's a completely different experience when you watch something by yourself. You can become involved more deeply, more intensely, and you can let all your guards down to really think about anything and everything. I don't know. I'm a movie freak. I'm an acting freak. I don't know how many other people can get this connected to certain shows/movies/plays, but movies seem to be all of my passions bundled into one. Acting. Writing. Art. Love.
I definitely don't know where I was going with this post. I just think I need to write. Write, write, write. I have so much inside that I haven't poured out for so long. The only release I had during school was poetry class, but even then I felt like 90% of the time I was rushing to just write anything to turn in 10 minutes before class started.
*sigh*
I think I should sleep, hmm? Sound good? I agree.
I think I'll stop here for now. I promise my next post will be more put together.
oy.
goodnight.
Okay, so maybe I just watched one too many episodes of Dawson's Creek in the past...oh...4 hours. But I dare you to watch one episode of that show and tell me that your sappy, hopeless romantic side doesn't show for even a split second.
...I know, I know. I already AM a hopeless romantic (unfortunately) so maybe it's not the best idea for me to be watching such dramatic television (or in my case, dvds, because I admit that I own them. Tease me later). But tonight, the most appealing activity to me was curling up on my bed, listening to the rain, and soaking myself in a show to fill my head with the hopes I held onto back when I was 16.
I haven't had a chance to really sit down and watch ANYTHING for months now. I just don't have time. Sure, I've watched movies with other people, but it's a completely different experience when you watch something by yourself. You can become involved more deeply, more intensely, and you can let all your guards down to really think about anything and everything. I don't know. I'm a movie freak. I'm an acting freak. I don't know how many other people can get this connected to certain shows/movies/plays, but movies seem to be all of my passions bundled into one. Acting. Writing. Art. Love.
I definitely don't know where I was going with this post. I just think I need to write. Write, write, write. I have so much inside that I haven't poured out for so long. The only release I had during school was poetry class, but even then I felt like 90% of the time I was rushing to just write anything to turn in 10 minutes before class started.
*sigh*
I think I should sleep, hmm? Sound good? I agree.
I think I'll stop here for now. I promise my next post will be more put together.
oy.
goodnight.