Vicky Cristina Barcelona

That movie awakens something in me, I swear to god.

I'm gonna full-fledge review it. I want to explore it, oh my goooood. It's amazing. It's amazing. I can't articulate it right now, but this organic mixture of emotions just springs up in me every time I see it. Oh my gooooooood. If I was to ever be come sort of artist, I would have to watch that movie again. It's so inpiring to not live a small life, and to appreciate art and people. Self-reflection time, no?

Wooooooooooo. woo. wow. Am I missing the point here? I don't want to miss the point. I'm not putting out what I actually think about the main themes, the diction, the motifs, and all that other fun stuff, though.



Can I watch it not alone next time? Penelope Cruz fucking deserved that Oscar, too. SO natural, SO brilliant. Her availability is really something to covet; what a hard role to play. I just...oh my God.


I've been reminded why you love Spain so much, Aladren.


Ughughughugh, this...catharsis is just coming over me, better than any other high I've ever experienced. It's the best feeling in the world; I want to know how to sustain it. Being happy is too much fun to pass up.


I want to be happy forever. Oh my God. It's a wonderful feeling. Fufillment, you feel creative, my thought process feels all cohesive, it's just uncomparable to anything I've felt in a while.

Wish I could share it with someone.




Maybe I'll start making this blog private. Maybe.


I feel like I should keep blogging until this feeling stops. Why should I? I want it to last.


Bye.

And btw

89 (read below post if you want)

Feeling a little like a dirty tissue

I've been putting off doing the stuff I really need to do, and I think if I get it off of my chest now I'll feel a bunch better.

If you don't want to deal with my crap, don't read it. I'll have my pity party if I fucking want to. mmkays?

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fuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyou. don't undermine me. I just remembered it's undermine, not undermind. Thank you, spellcheck.

I want to pull my hair out. Everything seems to be collapsing onto me. I feel like no one gives two shits about what I have to say, and that I'm a lowly, vile creature compared to everyone else.

Trying to deal with me never being at the same maturity level, social wellness, or intellect level (yeah, just made that up) as everyone else around me. Inadequacy. I hate the looks you give me. Everyone gives me. Am I going insane? Am I paranoid?

And I always have to prove myself to look like less of an asshole, but then end looking like more of an ass in the end?


I'm a little shcoked. I've been shocked a lot, lately. Trying to feel happy-go-lucky and shirley templey and stuff, but that's obviously not happening.

Can I stop procrastinating now? Please? Can I stop being a huge douche?

"FIND A PRICE THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY! THAT MAKES YOU HOME GOODS HAPPY!"


Shut the fuck up.

Shut. the fuck. up.

I hope no one who barely knows me reads this. What would they think?

No, fuck them. And fuck you. You suck.

Low-status. Shove them under the carpet. They don't exist. AWESOME!


Love,


Crazy fuck you see on the street

Super-happy I remembered to blog

100% for helping out with auditions today, and giving my babeh feedbacks. But yeah. I have no clue what I'm doing in regards to directing, but there's no damage to be done from trying it, right?

I was really surprised with the rank turnouts for the actors. I'm a little frightened to see what my grade is, though.

I feel a little restless when I'm at home.

But I got a new phone, so that's always good. Totes ready for the history test on Wednesday. :D I got that shit down.


OH YES! I have another way to get a scholarship now (possibly) big money, too. fun stuff.


And the award for most ADD blog in existence goes toooooo...

Tech pg's

Wednesday: 100

Thursday: 100

Friday: 100


ALL for tech. Holla at it. I'll elaborate on this entire week on Monday, I guess. Wooooooooooop

Yesterday's grade

100 for staying after.


Actual journal for today comes later.