Self imposed moratorium on Livejournal

I have talent. No one sees it just yet. Screw the world...meh...to an extent. I mean poo to their opinions. I guess I'm going to have to believe in myself and my talents and goals.

And it's alright, it's ok, I'm working up your way.

My goal? Oh, it's simple really...hah you probably think it's "I want to be Thom Yorke" or "I hope to be Matt Bellamy ( Read more... )

...he also said that when one creates a story it shouldn't have anything to do with themselves. Like when people say "The character is based on myself in my early 20s". To that I say, "RUBBISH, TS Eliot! RUBBISH!!!". Seriously, I highly doubt that he infused NOTHING of himself in his writings. I could be wrong about this and maybe he meant ( Read more... )

I wanna go home and finish up my stuff now. I think it's time to move on.

Vanessa believes she is not made for friends.

Down is the new up.

The chink in your armor.

If there's one man...

Topsy turvy time

I'd like to give everyone a Go eat a big rat and die.

I could AY. I think the disease subsided a little bit. I think it did right now. But still: Thom, LOVE YOU ( Read more... )

I saw Edgar Wright while walking up my hill. I missed my chance (3x) to say hello. I may never get it again. It was pretty cool though. HOWEVER bad side: my hill is RUINED!!!!! I will now think "Hm, is Edgar Wright gonna be here so I can say hello and be super cool?" This stinks because the hill is my sanctuary. I LOVE YOU HILL. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ( Read more... )

Water is cleansing. I wish I could only live off of water. It would be amazing. It feels like life. This means I'm going to get more water ( Read more... )

I drew a flying monster ( Read more... )