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.