...Changed my Mind
Ok, so after waking up, oh, I'd say around 2 am and watching a few episodes of AB FAB, I've decided that I'm going to get my live journal back on track. The guilt of having this blank space that someone else would and could gladly use was just too much guilt for me to handle. Especially when I called dibs on such a cool name like this. My optimism is telling me I think I'm finally done with high school. I took my last test for my GED (math god help me) and I still have to figure out if I passed it or not. It's been about 4 days since, but I'm just way to nervous to see if it's actually all done. It's feel like my life has kind of been a series of these small suspensions lately. Whether it's waiting for test results, waiting to see if my car will pass omissions so that I can finally drive it to see Holly, waiting to see if I finally got that job at QFC etc etc etc... I'm trying to ease the nerves writing. So far I think it's been helping and been making me a little less depressed about the fact that I havn't really seen a lot of my friends. I was fortunate to see them all last friday when the seniors were having there BBQ thing, and was especially fortunate that Holly got to finally meet the gang I spent most of my time growing up with... Not to say I've grown up since a month ago... Or ever. Man I forgot how trashy the campus is Mountain View though! A good trashy I mean. Anyways, kind of nostalgic. With the writing, I've got a few main ideas down for some short stories to pass the time. First, I have the idea Seth and I somewhat comprised, but I swear I'm taking over because I think I love this idea way more than he does! haha. It's about the life of a Jewish man who for either personal reasons in his childhood, the Nazi's in their hay day cause him a lot of damage other than the obvious general damage to the Jewish population. He lives his whole life in despondency and hungry for just a little power over the emotions that the Nazi's took away from him. Until one day, in an act of desperation, he orders a catalog for one of those get rich quick schemes and comes across a paragraph that mentions the power of ownership. The great loophole of capitalism, which most would find destructive... You can own, with government help, absolutely ANYTHING. The book tells him to close his eyes and to think of a simplified, symbol of you will, of something that has importance in his life, and use it. This is when our main character remembers... the swastika. This man goes up, down, right and left to find out the history of this symbol. He finds out the set precidents to owning logo's and symbols, like the McDonalds "M" or the Nike swoosh and he finally gets himself into the position where he can place the swastika at a bidding. Though bewildered and surprised at the request, the organizers set up one day the bidding and our main character shows up, still hopeful, as he brings with him his life savings. Due to the fact that the swastika is such a bazaar thing to want to own, the only people who show up is our main character, and a leader of a well known neo nazi cult who promises our main character hell if he dares to try to own the symbol that means so much to his beliefs. After a very intense round of bidding, our main character wins it for a settled price of $89,789. (Ironically, the number tattooed on his wrist.) Now, with the ownership if the one symbol the in the past that tore down his life and the lives of his loved ones, our main character promises the cult leader the same grand gift of "Hell on earth" once previously promised to him, and delivers it in a variety of creative ways... I just hope people don't take this story offensivly. I think it's the ultimate story of revenge and irony. Imagine, of all the ways a Jewish man gets back at his racist tormentors, it's through a Jewish people being creative with money stereotype! We'll see though. One of my other ideas for a story was something set on a newfound couple going on some sort of road trip across the US, taking a wrong turn, and stumbling upon a town built by a government funded, faith based special interest group. A strange town not known by the outside public. The legend of the town is such that God blessed the community fountain placed at the center of the place, and the only way to keep him from burning the place to the ground is for the towns people to empty all their earnings into the fountain (like a wishing well) and hope that they be given mercy. A whole down driven up economically and faithfully by suspicion, but at the same time driven down by despotism... I'm not too excited about that one though, so I'll probably think about that later. Well, it was good tonight. I hope to keep up the habbit...