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The time has come where I attempt to balance xanga and lj again. However, not too many people comment on my xanga, so I doubt that this will be any different. And I'm too lazy to learn html, so layout will be automatic.
School = almost over.
Thank God for this. I don't think I could stand to last much longer. Though I'm already excited about next August, because I made chamber (by some weird twist of fate I don't understand. I'm no good at the viola) and I'm taking journalism, finally. I'm way stoked (see Katrina? People do say it) about this last class, because Michele told me that I should write for the school newspaper, and by doing so, have an extremely good chance of getting that internship at the New Times once I reach college. Oh the joy of having awesome connections.
My story that I posted a very small fraction of in xanga has lengthened some, and I sent what I've got to Cindy via email. She told me it's good, she loves it, and I should stick with it. I'm trying to follow Zach Braff's awesome advice while I write. He said, to write a good story, (or screenplay, as the context follows), all you do is write one scene between a few people. And just keep writing more scenes between the same people. Don't think about the big picture. That comes after you're done. So that's what I'm doing. Small bits about this one guy. Zach Braff's my hero.
I dream of writing a cult classic. I don't think I have the talent for it. Well, maybe, once my skills are developed (hahah. Yeah. What skills?) and once I have more "experience" with life, but I think we all have the same amount of experience, no matter what age. It's all in the interpretation.
Mrs. George tried to make us decide whether we were Romantic, Realist, or both. I decided I was an Existentialist for no reason. It's a cooler word. And I kind of agree with the philosophy that there is no point in life until you find it, and that everyone's the same. Dustin Hoffman's blanket theory. An orgasm is the same as a hammer. We simply interpret them differently. And nobody's alone, no matter what we think. 6 + billion people in the world, there's bound to be someone that's gone through something similiar to you. Not the same, because the odds of the same conditions are so small that it's easier to round to zero. But similar. You may not be able to find that person, (I think mine lives in Zimbabwe) but the knowledge that they're out there should be enough. Then again, I have yet to experience anything "terrible" or "life changing" so how can I say these things with no previous knowledge? I don't know. Because I believe in existentialism. This is why I can never write a cult classic.
School = almost over.
Thank God for this. I don't think I could stand to last much longer. Though I'm already excited about next August, because I made chamber (by some weird twist of fate I don't understand. I'm no good at the viola) and I'm taking journalism, finally. I'm way stoked (see Katrina? People do say it) about this last class, because Michele told me that I should write for the school newspaper, and by doing so, have an extremely good chance of getting that internship at the New Times once I reach college. Oh the joy of having awesome connections.
My story that I posted a very small fraction of in xanga has lengthened some, and I sent what I've got to Cindy via email. She told me it's good, she loves it, and I should stick with it. I'm trying to follow Zach Braff's awesome advice while I write. He said, to write a good story, (or screenplay, as the context follows), all you do is write one scene between a few people. And just keep writing more scenes between the same people. Don't think about the big picture. That comes after you're done. So that's what I'm doing. Small bits about this one guy. Zach Braff's my hero.
I dream of writing a cult classic. I don't think I have the talent for it. Well, maybe, once my skills are developed (hahah. Yeah. What skills?) and once I have more "experience" with life, but I think we all have the same amount of experience, no matter what age. It's all in the interpretation.
Mrs. George tried to make us decide whether we were Romantic, Realist, or both. I decided I was an Existentialist for no reason. It's a cooler word. And I kind of agree with the philosophy that there is no point in life until you find it, and that everyone's the same. Dustin Hoffman's blanket theory. An orgasm is the same as a hammer. We simply interpret them differently. And nobody's alone, no matter what we think. 6 + billion people in the world, there's bound to be someone that's gone through something similiar to you. Not the same, because the odds of the same conditions are so small that it's easier to round to zero. But similar. You may not be able to find that person, (I think mine lives in Zimbabwe) but the knowledge that they're out there should be enough. Then again, I have yet to experience anything "terrible" or "life changing" so how can I say these things with no previous knowledge? I don't know. Because I believe in existentialism. This is why I can never write a cult classic.