Jun 15, 2005 08:51
my mom just left so this journal entry is going to seem slightly less rebelious but i'll write anyway.
I think. therefore I am
I want to create beauty. in myself and for others to see. true beauty at its core that is so original no one can question it. I want to write metaphors that make people question their lives about God and the path they have chosen. I want to make people scream in anger, laughter, sadness, for someone to show me a proof of emotion in an inanimate object. don't be the inanimate object. always be animate, alive with passion full of lust. lust for everything; boy and girl and books.
I try to read as many as a I can and write now i'm in between 4
The Four Blondes - Candace Bushnell (author of sex and the city!)
I am not who I am now
The Certificate - Isaac Bashevis Singer (i'm still doing the lit paper..but its a damn good book)
and my favorite
Sex, Drugs and Coco Puffs - by chuck something?
i just started the last one last night. last night was weird..i came home from being out (yes OUT) and ate some dinner and fell asleep at 7. at 11:30 my STUPID MOM opened the door to see if i was still alive. at 12 i went downstairs and watched old infernos and then went on my computer. then i read sex drugs and coco puffs and wanted to scream and fell alseep around 2.
i woke up at 7:30
i want to do something freeing today. i need ideas because ideas are the basis of the world and finding ideas would be freeing in and of itself.
do you see where i'm going with this?