Oh for God Sakes!

I'm having the most horrendous writers block! The first twenty pages of my narrative are due tomorrow and I'm at the point in my story where I know what's going to happen, I just have no idea how to get there without rushing the story or going too slow.

So I listen to music, praying for a lyric to jump out and beat away my block, but now all I want to do is plug in my table and scribble some doodles out. But if I did that my story wouldn't get completed, but I have nothing to write! And now I'm back to square one.

But I have good music on, my room feels perfect, and tomorrow's the last day before Rodeo Break. So I have a feeling that all will look up by the end of the night.

-D

The "Right" thing

There's the exestential ideals floating around my cranium driven by the words of a harmlessly dark book. Gunmetal sentances that shouldn't exist, do. They give me dreams of a silent world where nothing talks to me, where everything I know is gone. I think of what I would miss: music, art, people, books.

It made my heart ache. In a world where the was nothing left, I would not exist. I rely so heavily on the things around me that I don't know what would happen if one day it were gone. So now, all I can think is, "what would I be without them."

You hear stories all the time of amnesia, and you pity the people who suffer it, and must re-learn everything they ever knew. But what if it was a slow decay of memory, not from an illness, not from an injury, but from time. Just sit and think of a day that you would wake up, alone, and you would turn and look at a photo of you and your friends and all you recognize is your own face. You best friend, lover, parents, siblings, neighbors. Just beautiful faces surrounding you. You wouldn't feel bad because you wouldn't remember to feel bad about them.

It's a truely scary ideal, and I'm troubled thinking about it.

Read this book: "The Road" By: Cormac McCarthy

-D

5,000 people payed to see Air Guitar...

THEY MADE A FUCKING SHOW ON VH1 ABOUT BEING THE MASTER OF AIR GUITAR?!?!?!

THEY GIVE THESE PEOPLE CLASSES WHILE AT AIR GUITAR CAMP!!!!

-Maintaining your INSTRUMENT
-Handling GROUPIES
-STAGEFRIGHT?!

"Air Guitar is the purest art form there is left."
A human being just said that before God and VH1, and meant it...

People are donating money to this fucking idiot so that he can achieve his dreams of becoming the Air Guitar master.

The mayor of Oluvv (Finland) is holding a reception for the people who are competing.

"You may hate us, but we're serious players"

"I don't have any nonsense, I'm not here to make an idiot of myself, I'm here to play [air] guitar."

Oh my gosh, I feel SO bad, this is the WORLD championship. How VERY rude of me.

"America is looking very bad to the world...I'd like to become an ambassador..."
:l ............
I can hear it now, "Mr. President, let us end this war! This man showed us that there is nothing good about our fighting. Let us put on some Velvet Revolver and air jam!"

"Walking away from this a loser, with my guitar deflated, it would be the biggest tragedy of my life."
:l ............
Oh...oh god...my head...it's exploding...he has chicks...FANS...oh...

-A