My Edge of Reason

When one has a spark of artistic inspiration of any kind the initial thing to do is to write down, paint, sing, etc. the point is to express the inspiration and to get some kind of record of it. I for one have had several sparks however, I unfortunately had no time or way to record it or express it. I've been somewhat suppressed. slightly depressed and in need of something to channel my frustrations.
I am anxious to be done with a significant thing called high school that everyone must go through otherwise they risk the ridicule of others and will forever be known to the rest of the world as a statistic.
*I HATE the tone I'm using right now or well was using. It makes me feel fake. Like I'm one of those people that name drops and study Shakespeare, but really didn't. It's like those people at Starbucks or Borders that sit there with there coffee and laptop pretending they are doing something important when really they are just sitting there to make people feel bad about themselves. They pretend to type the world's next indie movie or cult moving novel. They do it condescendingly and suddenly you just feel like an idiot or not as cool. anyway i just went on a rant about L.A. coffee drinkers everywhere. blah. i feel stupid.

I'm Lost in Translation

I love blog titles that seem ironic or contain some kind of pun. I guess I have to explain why I wrote my title to my first blog as "I'm Lost in Translation". Well take a guess. Yes i was in fact watching the Coppola made film. But it wasn't authentic. I don't mean that it was from a DVD that i got from Panorama City and was bootlegged. More so it just means that it was on E! this afternoon and I just couldn't stand another episode of Flavor of Love 3. Plus I haven't seen the movie yet AND I just had no motivation to study for my Economics test. Overall I was not impressed. Granted it softened my hatred for Scarlett Johansson a little bit. I have respect for any white girl that sings karaoke in a pink wig in the middle of Japan. These blogs always tend to work out as journals for me. I can never seem to get the motivation to write in it everyday or every week or every month or just writing in it religiously in general. I always seem to forget it's there. But since my creative writing class is officially over and all i can concentrate on right now is getting out of high school, I need something to let my frustrations and/or creativity out on. No one will read this and that's just fine with me. If someone does then I hope that i don't bore you too much. I atleast hope you get entertained by one of my links posted on here. I suggest you read the blogs in "stuff white people like". Funny and just the right amount of sarcasm for a boring, lonely day.