Random Ramblings

ZOMBEH. I AM ONE.


This song gets WAY too much airtime on the radio, and.. I think I equally hate it and think it's alright. :/ My favorite line is 'I hyperventilate.' XD
BUT. THAT'S IT. HOW I WAS FEELING BACK THERE A WEEK AGO. How I still sorta feel. But not as much.
Also- I found WNRN, which I think is the UVA station. They were actually playing a VARIETY, and songs I hadn't heard. Which was nice...

But yeah. Here's the super short version of the past couple days:

( The Sleepy Sunday, Dramallama Monday, and The Dingey Tuesday. )

Ok. Going to feed myself and try to get some work done before I pass out. Or after. Joy. T_T

Have a song I absolutely love, that's been running in my head writing this...

"I've seen what you're doing to me"

I can't take any more of any of this shit. From myself AND from my family. I just CAN'T.

Don't get me wrong, I still think the woman should die some horrible death (or for the love of god, stop writing, in the least) but...

Oh man.

See, lately I've been feeling very out of touch. ( EXTREMELY DEPRESSED and out of touch and fuckin' weird. )

But ANYWAY, after all of this shit going on, reading this woman's horrible excuse for fiction has not only given me a very clearly defined map of pitfalls to avoid with my own characters, but a sense of purpose.

And that purpose is to blow the shit that's being produced fucking out of the water.
Present to the world something better than what our cesspool of a society has been producing. All I can see all around me in so many directions is shit being excreted from people, and the adoring masses mindlessly gobbling it up as if it were shit from GOD. NO. It is just plain old shit, and it's disgusting and has no substance or value. In fact, it's poisoning us all.

So my goal in life is to write, illustrate, and/or direct stories with depth about people who could really exist, and that actually SAYS something. Stories that promote GOOD values to people - that teach people they have self-WORTH. Promote THINKING which is so remarkably absent in our world today. REAL love, and not just lust, or poorly made facades of love. TOLERANCE for people. ACCEPTANCE of yourself and others. Ideas that don't derive from the bible that just might be good ideas. Point out hypocrisies and injustices. Make people question and think and feel with my stories- that has always been the goal. But now I see even more urgency for it.

( People are worshipping at cheap card houses... )

I have to fight this shit. I have to build a pure shrine that will make the card houses crumble at its very sight.

I may be a failure at life, but I want to be a sort of messaiah. XD How lame is that.
I don't think I can change the world, at least not on my own. I KNOW I can't change people. But I CAN change what is offered to them, and so I shall.

Hit me.

Hit me as hard as you can.

( [seriously] )