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so i'm writing again. this time it's different, though. much less entropic and cathartic. much much more organized. it feels weird, writing things that actually make sense. not sure how much i like it.
I just started really, it's supposed to be a short story, but i might end up expanding it into a novel when i'm done, or maybe my first script. yeah, i wanna write scripts... for movies. screenwriting, maybe eventually directing. if i can do that, i'll probably just kill myself after my first movie is released. that's my dream. if i do that, i don't think i could top myself, so i'd probably just kill myself while i'm happy.
anyway, the story. it has some to do with a recent loss of one of my friends. didn't really know him that well, but one of the people he loved most i knew very well. hopefully i'll be able to put his part in my life to rest, peacefully. i always struggle with death, regardless of how well i knew whoever it was that died. hopefully this will help me put it behind me. we'll see.
oh, and a few of my professors are making me keep a journal on some of the shit i'm supposed to do for their classes. not a livejournal, just a handwritten journal. i figured since i have this thing, i might as well use it for something, and i'll probably post copies of some of those entries into here. woopity shit... exciting, i know.
it's late.
I just started really, it's supposed to be a short story, but i might end up expanding it into a novel when i'm done, or maybe my first script. yeah, i wanna write scripts... for movies. screenwriting, maybe eventually directing. if i can do that, i'll probably just kill myself after my first movie is released. that's my dream. if i do that, i don't think i could top myself, so i'd probably just kill myself while i'm happy.
anyway, the story. it has some to do with a recent loss of one of my friends. didn't really know him that well, but one of the people he loved most i knew very well. hopefully i'll be able to put his part in my life to rest, peacefully. i always struggle with death, regardless of how well i knew whoever it was that died. hopefully this will help me put it behind me. we'll see.
oh, and a few of my professors are making me keep a journal on some of the shit i'm supposed to do for their classes. not a livejournal, just a handwritten journal. i figured since i have this thing, i might as well use it for something, and i'll probably post copies of some of those entries into here. woopity shit... exciting, i know.
it's late.