Back to school, back to school
I am now beginning to see my livejournal as important, a semi-regular chronicle of my relatively coherent ramblings. I am taking an English course this semester called "Narrative Non-Fiction", and I'm realizing that my livejournal is kind of my own version of narrative non-fiction.
a. It is not as sophisticated and polished as a published piece of narrative non-fiction should be
b. most of my entries don't necessarily have a story arc or any point to them at all
c. the stories are about me and what I think/do/feel, etc...which is very self-centered and not necessarily good reporting or story-telling because I'm not using my observation skills to write about another subject. But, so far, I haven't really found other people as interesting as what happens to me. Call me selfish and ego-centric, but because they happen to me, they hold a great deal of importance and I happen to be able to understand these events in the context of my personality and of what has happened to be in past scenarios...therefore, I am able to understand the greater consequences or the pettiness of the situation. BUT, I also haven't ever had the reason or the chance to interview and study someone else. People LOVE talking about themselves, and I'm sure if I took the time to learn about another person in a purely investigatory sort of way...there would be some kickass information to write about.
With that, I am worried that I will never be the kind of writer that I want to be. I want to compel people, and I want my stories to matter to someone other than me...or the characters that I write about. I think I am going to learn a lot of valuable skills and information in this class, and I am so excited to witness first-hand the growth of my writing. I want this livejournal to be a record of the growth of my ability and my interests as a person and a writer. So far, I have been doing a good job, but now, I think I'm going to consciously work on pieces here.
Even if I can't be a writer...I still have a future! I could be a barista to the stars! I will make them there coffee with service and a smile! More specifically, I want to be Gerard Way's personal barista...and/or sex slave. HAAA.
I saw Gerard in the flesh, shook his hand, and told him that his cane was pimp last Thursday. Being the slightly obsessed fan that I am, I signed up to be a member of My Chemical Romance's street team...and I got an invitation to be in the audience of an exclusive, private, free concert Thursday after the VMAs at the Knitting Factory in NYC. Needless to say, it was a pivotal moment in my concert-going life. Front row, intimate, awesome, powerful, and FREE! Ray was soloing right up in my face...I could grab his guitar and pull him into the crowd if I wanted to. Gerard's face was hovering right over mine as he bent into the audience; girls were grabbing his hands and he was very close to being pulled into the pit. I was pouring sweat, and so many bodies were smashing against each other. It was such a magnetic performace; Gerard is a rock star to the T. He evokes so many images of Mick Jagger, Bowie, Roger Daltrey, and Freddie Mercury...these magnificent rock gods from the 70s whose performing skills are unrivaled today. He is so glam, and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He is alive...his eyes burn, and his face contorts with every note and every change of emotion. It's incredible to experience that rawness and pureness first-hand.
I feel very lucky, and they are pretty damn cool to treat their fans to that kind of show...even if they did cancel their gig in Allentown after I drove for 3 1/2 hours and waited all day in the pouring rain, just to end up sleeping in a Benadryl coma in the back seat of the car during the concert.
a. It is not as sophisticated and polished as a published piece of narrative non-fiction should be
b. most of my entries don't necessarily have a story arc or any point to them at all
c. the stories are about me and what I think/do/feel, etc...which is very self-centered and not necessarily good reporting or story-telling because I'm not using my observation skills to write about another subject. But, so far, I haven't really found other people as interesting as what happens to me. Call me selfish and ego-centric, but because they happen to me, they hold a great deal of importance and I happen to be able to understand these events in the context of my personality and of what has happened to be in past scenarios...therefore, I am able to understand the greater consequences or the pettiness of the situation. BUT, I also haven't ever had the reason or the chance to interview and study someone else. People LOVE talking about themselves, and I'm sure if I took the time to learn about another person in a purely investigatory sort of way...there would be some kickass information to write about.
With that, I am worried that I will never be the kind of writer that I want to be. I want to compel people, and I want my stories to matter to someone other than me...or the characters that I write about. I think I am going to learn a lot of valuable skills and information in this class, and I am so excited to witness first-hand the growth of my writing. I want this livejournal to be a record of the growth of my ability and my interests as a person and a writer. So far, I have been doing a good job, but now, I think I'm going to consciously work on pieces here.
Even if I can't be a writer...I still have a future! I could be a barista to the stars! I will make them there coffee with service and a smile! More specifically, I want to be Gerard Way's personal barista...and/or sex slave. HAAA.
I saw Gerard in the flesh, shook his hand, and told him that his cane was pimp last Thursday. Being the slightly obsessed fan that I am, I signed up to be a member of My Chemical Romance's street team...and I got an invitation to be in the audience of an exclusive, private, free concert Thursday after the VMAs at the Knitting Factory in NYC. Needless to say, it was a pivotal moment in my concert-going life. Front row, intimate, awesome, powerful, and FREE! Ray was soloing right up in my face...I could grab his guitar and pull him into the crowd if I wanted to. Gerard's face was hovering right over mine as he bent into the audience; girls were grabbing his hands and he was very close to being pulled into the pit. I was pouring sweat, and so many bodies were smashing against each other. It was such a magnetic performace; Gerard is a rock star to the T. He evokes so many images of Mick Jagger, Bowie, Roger Daltrey, and Freddie Mercury...these magnificent rock gods from the 70s whose performing skills are unrivaled today. He is so glam, and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He is alive...his eyes burn, and his face contorts with every note and every change of emotion. It's incredible to experience that rawness and pureness first-hand.
I feel very lucky, and they are pretty damn cool to treat their fans to that kind of show...even if they did cancel their gig in Allentown after I drove for 3 1/2 hours and waited all day in the pouring rain, just to end up sleeping in a Benadryl coma in the back seat of the car during the concert.