I bought a new notebook. Joy of joys. Page after age of blank paper. Endless possibilities.
I left my house today for the first time in 3 days. I hung out with Cori and Justin for a few hours. I have to stop doing that, it drives me crazy. They are such a couple. I don't mean that in a bad way, of course, but being the third wheel gets awkward.
Right now I am longing. For inspiration. For connection. For...stimulus of any kind. Boredom has seized me. Even my eyebrows are bored. And I can't get inspired. I feel like everything worth saying has already been said a million times before. I'm going to be working on elongating Close Second tonight and watching American Beauty and Being John Malkovich. I think if I still don't get inspired to write some poetry or tell a story, I'll write a novel about nothing at all. A la Salinger's Catcher in the Rye.
The word of the day? Longing.
Did you know that Cruel Intentions is based on the old movie Dangerous Liasons? And you should all watch Twelve Monkeys and Stir of Echoes. Kevin Bacon is over-rated, but it is a good movie. Sort of Sixth-Sense-esque. (I'm becoming Cori! Oh God!)
I miss R.E.M. I'm going to Napster myself some R.E.M.
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