chapter 1: my own birth
Nothing like watching Into the Wild to get you inspired. More and more I'm telling myself: there is no way I will live my life without being at least a year on the road.
This movie made me want to write.
made me want to stay relevant.
to not sweat the meaningless stuff.
to blog again.
to not be scared of everything, as I always am.
to not be scared of change.
I want to go out and confront shit. be present. live life. find my way. pack my backpack. shrug off any and all bullshit, and just be sincere and open. I dont want to be satisfied with having shit handed to me.
TO-DO LIST:
- send Central Saint Martins my acceptance slip, and learn the lyrics to LONDON CALLING (because it is.)
Tomorrow, I am going to go to class, figure out what I want to say, and make it into a project.
Im also going to discover every parisian district because I can. and I will know paris like the back of my hand.
Im going to write letters to people.
I'll get off my lazy ass, write a CV, and find myself a summer job.
I also have to stop being a lurker and actually write my first fic. gway/frank, of course. and it will be set in Paris.
and I will learn to goddamn write.
And Paris will not depicted as a shit place, because it quite simply is not. not always, that is (yes it has taken me around 4 years to realize this.)
This movie made me want to write.
made me want to stay relevant.
to not sweat the meaningless stuff.
to blog again.
to not be scared of everything, as I always am.
to not be scared of change.
I want to go out and confront shit. be present. live life. find my way. pack my backpack. shrug off any and all bullshit, and just be sincere and open. I dont want to be satisfied with having shit handed to me.
TO-DO LIST:
- send Central Saint Martins my acceptance slip, and learn the lyrics to LONDON CALLING (because it is.)
Tomorrow, I am going to go to class, figure out what I want to say, and make it into a project.
Im also going to discover every parisian district because I can. and I will know paris like the back of my hand.
Im going to write letters to people.
I'll get off my lazy ass, write a CV, and find myself a summer job.
I also have to stop being a lurker and actually write my first fic. gway/frank, of course. and it will be set in Paris.
and I will learn to goddamn write.
And Paris will not depicted as a shit place, because it quite simply is not. not always, that is (yes it has taken me around 4 years to realize this.)