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excaliburholyx
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Name: Michael
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 7/31/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: uh writing games drawing hangin w/ friends.. stuff like that
Expertise: *shrug* you tell me
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  excaliburholyx
Member Since:
1/15/2003
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| in case anyone actually still reads this, i've started two new blogs, here: http://thecatch22.blogspot.com/
and here: http://rhymesnocrime.blogspot.com/
the first is just random, the second is all poetry (mostly nursery rhyme-esque stuff).
check it out if you're bored! if you see an update, you'll know that i was bored too!
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| hm haven't written in here in a while. actually, i haven't written at all in a while besides what i've been writing for the newspaper. i suppose my brain works on one track - if i'm writing one thing, i can't write anything else. whenever i go home, it's my chance to take a break from writing articles, but i kind of extrapolate it to encompass all writing. not a good sign. i play it off as a phase or a slump, but in the back of my mind i have a nagging feeling that once i get a full time job, i'll be too tired to bother writing creatively again. hopefully i'll be disciplined enough to not let that happen. i guess we'll just have to see. -__-
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| hm. so ever since the beginning of the school year, i've been having these weird 'b-movie' dreams. basically, my dreams are like movies, with action, suspense and intrigue - only with so-so acting, predictable plot devices and second-rate production values.
i've had dreams kinda similar to shaolin soccer (only against a kid's team...), dreams where i had to save a friend in an overdramatic and cheesily emotional scene, complete with some corny message/tagline type thing splayed across the walls at the end...
but damn, yesterday i had a dream that was like a full b-movie instead of a segment of one. there was the whole set up, where i was at home playing games w/ my sisters, and then something about the house being haunted, and i was being chased, but then i found out something or another and it all ended with some cheeseball conclusion. hmm ok so i've forgotten most of it as the day went on (like any other b-movie, right?), but i distinctly remember waking up and going - what the fuck?
so now i'm wondering if my subconscious is trying to tell me something through these b-movie dreams...am i myself a product of so-so acting, predictable plot devices and second-rate production values? perhaps, in a recent string of spontaneous foresight, i'll be thrust into a b-movie situation in the near future? is my mind, in relaying these images to me, criticizing my creativity (and maybe trying to give me some constructive feedback)? or maybe all these dreams are just my subconscious' way of fucking with me.
hmmm either way, i'm very perplexed and mildly entertained.
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| i'm done! it's still a little hard to believe, but i'm done! after
handing in the blue book to my TA, i felt nothing but relief.
still, i feel a little nostalgic. a huge chunk of my life is now over,
sectioned off and neatly labeled as 'education.' albert and i were
talking about middle school and high school earlier this week, and it's
amazing how many memories i've almost forgotten until we started
talking about it.
but, even though reminiscing can be fun, i'm so ready to move on to the
next giant section of my life - 'work'. of course everyone i've talked
to says it kinda sucks, and they all wish they had stayed in school
longer. yet when i was in school, classes felt too limiting. sure, i
learned a lot, but the reading, tests and essays prevented me from
doing what i really wanted with my time. work may suck, but it'll only
suck as much as i want it to suck, and hopefully i can make the most of
it - at least for the rest of the school year.
i guess the point is to be productive, whether in school or out, and
now that i'm out of school, i think i can finally be productive. | | |
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