Dead Poets Society

Okay.. so today, I was thinking about the incredibly large role that the liberal arts play in my life... Drama (sort of), art and writing (i couldn't live a day without it). And then... I saw the movie, Dead Poets Society and thought that it had to be telling me something... I care so much about my academic success... maybe it's time to try and nurture my ideas and thoughts and feelings as well... Perhaps then I can become a little happier with what I'm doing in life...

There was a quote from this book I'm reading on how to be a better writer: " when you let the chatter win, you hack away at yourself. You stamp down your joy, your freshness, the richness of your nature." I completely believe that with every fiber of my being.
Another good quote is "You see, writing down your meanderings gets something started in the recesses of your brain. You may have to write this stuff for hours or days or weeks, but eventually that subterranean part of your will come through and begin to send you ideas. Then you have an obligation. You have to use them. That buried, productive, brilliant part of you wants to be thanked, and you thank it by using what it sends. If you don't, it goes back to sleep."
Anyways, I really love my English teacher, and AMAZING and PHENOMENAL woman, who is finally making me see the beauty and the purpose that makes up literature. Diction, Syntax, vocabulary!!!
The challenge is trying to convince others that what you create, what you breathe your life into, is worth their time and attention. : P



Well, bring it!
haha
night!

Randomness on a Three Day Weekend

Friday: a fantastic evening- of course all things must come to an end, hence curfew and Saturday.
Saturday: Early morning wake up call, and Bio
Sunday: Snap Beans
Monday: Beads and a little disappointment.

When someone says that they thought you fell off the face of the earth... I wonder what that must be like. Just a random thought, really. Technically, the earth doesn't have a face, it's a sphere, right? But that's not really the type of face I picture... When I think of the face of the earth, it seems like it would be more human (eyes, nose, mouth)... But what would it look like exactly? Interesting thing to wonder about. I could easily picture someone getting lost and slipping right off the tip of the nose- catapulted into the darkness.
floating with the stars, "and they were all.. yellow." : )

Auditions for Anatomy of Gray tomorrow... I'm a tavern owner- Maggie. I think it suits me well, stubborn, independent, and kind of sarcastic too. I hope I'll at least make it to callbacks. I'll read EXTRA Slow.. because my extra slow is the equivalent to a new yorker's regular pace.
yes... and I'll be professional... dress nice... and articulate... and... gesture... hmm... that should be okay...
callbacks would be nice...
It would be great to check something off of my "to do" list.