Speak to my heart, my ears are used to it...
Ever see a movie that goes and speaks your life?
A movie that millions of people have seen.
A movie that everyone says is amazing.
You rent it just to give it a shot. Nothing better to do, right?
And then...
Such a precise mixture of things you think and feel come from that television screen that your eyes swell?
Tonight I watched Garden State.
I had been told, "This kicks ass..."
Understatement.
Tonight I saw actors speaking off of a written script, and I heard so much of my own inner fears and thoughts, and dreams, and desire... that I honestly have put off playing games with Justin just to come in here and type this.
You know that situation where he pushed his mom?
Where he left her sick and broken and only came back for her funeral?
I relate so well to that. Thats my past.
That part where he talks about home...
about having a place to keep your stuff but never really feeling at home?
The present.
The girl... the wierd, uncanny, unique and beautiful girl who brings the kind of comfort to such a lack that only love can bring?
That... is what I want more than anything. It's my dream.
Deep down it's the reason I sing. The reason I play. The reason I write. The reason I love life even when I want to hate it.
It's THAT madness that drives Josh Miller...
I'm madly in love with someone and I don't even know her. Maybe I do. Who knows?
Of course its not exactly the same... of course I'm not that guy.
People in movies always have something to say, and in good ones like that it's always the right thing.
I never know quite what to say unless I can write it down.
That guy was attractive and thin.
But honestly, with that kind of girl... with that true love of mine, it wont matter.
Perhaps she'll be large and conventionally unnattractive to others.
To me she will be beautiful...
A 'thin and pretty' girl that is supposed to be attractive would mean nothing... she wouldn't understand. I would feel uneven, like she's better. Like I'm holding her back.
That would be unfair for her as well as myself.
Nono... she will be beautiful... her eyes.
She will have eyes that make me sentimental and deep, even when I want to be stupid.
Nothing else will matter.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
That's what I want, but will it ever happen?
When I get depressed... soo unhappy about myself and about a girl... Its cause I thought maybe that was it.
You ever have to wait for someone? Waiting waiting waiting. Going to a place you really wanna go to... a concert or a party or like a trip to disney world or something.. and you know your ride drives a white car. Every time you see a white care pass by, your heart jumps just that little bit... for just that second?
Its that, but on a larger scale....
Just so one might understand.
Enough of my depthy shenannagins... I want to talk to you if your reading this. Just because I like to talk and now you know too much about me for me not to know something of equal cheesy depth about you. Just how it is, homes. And yeah.. I know... everyones into this movie.. I'm probably just one of millions who gets like this watching it. Oh well.
Until next time....
A movie that millions of people have seen.
A movie that everyone says is amazing.
You rent it just to give it a shot. Nothing better to do, right?
And then...
Such a precise mixture of things you think and feel come from that television screen that your eyes swell?
Tonight I watched Garden State.
I had been told, "This kicks ass..."
Understatement.
Tonight I saw actors speaking off of a written script, and I heard so much of my own inner fears and thoughts, and dreams, and desire... that I honestly have put off playing games with Justin just to come in here and type this.
You know that situation where he pushed his mom?
Where he left her sick and broken and only came back for her funeral?
I relate so well to that. Thats my past.
That part where he talks about home...
about having a place to keep your stuff but never really feeling at home?
The present.
The girl... the wierd, uncanny, unique and beautiful girl who brings the kind of comfort to such a lack that only love can bring?
That... is what I want more than anything. It's my dream.
Deep down it's the reason I sing. The reason I play. The reason I write. The reason I love life even when I want to hate it.
It's THAT madness that drives Josh Miller...
I'm madly in love with someone and I don't even know her. Maybe I do. Who knows?
Of course its not exactly the same... of course I'm not that guy.
People in movies always have something to say, and in good ones like that it's always the right thing.
I never know quite what to say unless I can write it down.
That guy was attractive and thin.
But honestly, with that kind of girl... with that true love of mine, it wont matter.
Perhaps she'll be large and conventionally unnattractive to others.
To me she will be beautiful...
A 'thin and pretty' girl that is supposed to be attractive would mean nothing... she wouldn't understand. I would feel uneven, like she's better. Like I'm holding her back.
That would be unfair for her as well as myself.
Nono... she will be beautiful... her eyes.
She will have eyes that make me sentimental and deep, even when I want to be stupid.
Nothing else will matter.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
That's what I want, but will it ever happen?
When I get depressed... soo unhappy about myself and about a girl... Its cause I thought maybe that was it.
You ever have to wait for someone? Waiting waiting waiting. Going to a place you really wanna go to... a concert or a party or like a trip to disney world or something.. and you know your ride drives a white car. Every time you see a white care pass by, your heart jumps just that little bit... for just that second?
Its that, but on a larger scale....
Just so one might understand.
Enough of my depthy shenannagins... I want to talk to you if your reading this. Just because I like to talk and now you know too much about me for me not to know something of equal cheesy depth about you. Just how it is, homes. And yeah.. I know... everyones into this movie.. I'm probably just one of millions who gets like this watching it. Oh well.
Until next time....