FUCK
I'm up this late (3:30am) because I'm editing my english essay. Not editing it like fixing punctuation although I'm sure it could use that, editing like a radio edit. I'm cutting out the curse words, the sex, the drugs. this is hard because it was a large part of the essay. I just finished editing. I'm left with a story about cigarettes full of inuendo, hopefully that will fly. My english teacher seems cool enough, plus I'm 18, with the right to buy cigarettes should come the freedom to write about them for english class I think. right o.
I think I like what I wrote before the editing enough to go back and work with it and turn it into something I like not something that is for english class. I had some imagery and metaphors I really liked. It was written as a series of disjoined paragraphs I somehow looped into a very circular structure. I missed writing I'm glad I did. I think I'll so so more some paragraphs that got scrapped completely could probably be developed into their own thing.
I'm also working on some art stuff I've got a mystery role of film to develop, I need to build a city, I have a pencil drawing series I want to finish, a comic book I may take on the task of illustrating (possible studio concentration), and a painting/chalp piece to finish. plus more ideas in my head that right now are vague but will come to light.
in the past three hours I've consumed four liters of soda the toilets become a good friend of mine.
I really feel like being incredibly irresponsible.
I predict justin will comment on this and possibly ashley and lindsay I think I've got the least commented on journal of the people I know but I don't mind I'm not really writing for anyone sometimes I'm just struck with the urge to babble at something and its late and people aren't available so I babble at this little box then click the submit button and thats that. Its cool if what I type is somewhat interesting. I dunno I normally don't ever read what I post just the few comments I get and occasionally I'll look back to figure out what a comment is about.
good tuesday everybody.
I think I like what I wrote before the editing enough to go back and work with it and turn it into something I like not something that is for english class. I had some imagery and metaphors I really liked. It was written as a series of disjoined paragraphs I somehow looped into a very circular structure. I missed writing I'm glad I did. I think I'll so so more some paragraphs that got scrapped completely could probably be developed into their own thing.
I'm also working on some art stuff I've got a mystery role of film to develop, I need to build a city, I have a pencil drawing series I want to finish, a comic book I may take on the task of illustrating (possible studio concentration), and a painting/chalp piece to finish. plus more ideas in my head that right now are vague but will come to light.
in the past three hours I've consumed four liters of soda the toilets become a good friend of mine.
I really feel like being incredibly irresponsible.
I predict justin will comment on this and possibly ashley and lindsay I think I've got the least commented on journal of the people I know but I don't mind I'm not really writing for anyone sometimes I'm just struck with the urge to babble at something and its late and people aren't available so I babble at this little box then click the submit button and thats that. Its cool if what I type is somewhat interesting. I dunno I normally don't ever read what I post just the few comments I get and occasionally I'll look back to figure out what a comment is about.
good tuesday everybody.