backyard crowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dream and poetry 1/14/2005 12:23 AM Can you believe my mother has a copy of Pink Floyd�s The Dark Side of the Moon and she hasn�t listened to it? She hasn�t even unwrapped the thing and it�s been in this house for months! Crazy. I�ve decided maybe I�m not as fat as I thought� Mom and I watched Before Sunrise tonight. We saw Before Sunset a few days ago, too�Sunrise was the first movie, made about ten years ago, and Sunset is currently a new release. What else have I seen lately? 1. Napoleon Dynamite I have a haircut on Saturday. I�m going to request that Cindy cut my hair like Alison Lohman�s in White Oleander when she cuts it herself. The style is choppy, the hair is cut messily with a pocket knife in the film, and the hairs are at all different lengths. When I told mom I wanted my hair like hers, she groaned and laughed. I loved her reaction! Mom made an interesting quiche dish today. It had a wheat top. I can�t wait to go back to school. I don�t think I�ve ever felt that way before, but it�s time. Dad finds it surprising that I didn�t contact Krista and Lisa for this whole break. I don�t know, it just never happened. And now they, along with Leslie, Christy, and Erin are back at their respective schools. People: Leslie-A and M Now listening to: Five for Fighting I�ve been thinking about careers lately�writing of some sort is becoming increasingly attractive to me, but I�m just not sure I could do it. I mean, I mess around in my journal, but do I have talent? Something tells me no, but honestly I�d still like to try. Writing is just something you�ve got to have a talent for�it�s a creative outlet, I don�t think you can easily work so hard that you become a great author just by trying. You know what I mean? What I�m trying to say is that there are many things one can work toward, and that one will eventually master. For instance, a person who does not have a talent for learning a foreign language will, after a time, become fluent. It�s a matter of living in a foreign country for an amount of time. If I worked hard enough trying to master math, I could do it. But writing? Writing comes from your heart, it takes talent. I always wanted to write when I was in elementary school. I loved books; they were my absolute escape from the world. When I was made fun of at school, books consoled and distracted me. I remember one day as a kid being amazed by some novel, and thinking to myself, �I want to make other people feel the way I do now through words on paper.� I was exhilarated. What changed in me? Why did I stop reading for leisure? I suppose my life got easier. In junior high kids stopped (for the most part) teasing me. Perhaps my need to �get away from it all� decreased enough that books were no longer needed. Another theory that many claim for themselves is that once they entered the sixth grade, they were forced to read books. Then, of course, books in general seemed unappealing. Grandma has read some of my stuff, and insists I�m a great author, but then again, she�s Grandma, biased and not exactly a literary genius. Geez, that was rude! Oh, well. I�m being honnete. Press Pause Everything is frozen in my memory If I could pause time A few more hours together alone and maybe With the world at rest �a memory of a dream I had about two years ago� 12:23 a.m. - 2005-01-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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