What are you thinking?

Oh my. :lol:

I see hints of Obama, Bieber and Angela Anaconda.

 

You have no idea how close I am to crying.

 

What's wrong?

 

That makes two of us.

 

That's...that's just not right. :eek:

*Shiver* I hate dolls, so creepy imo. I blame Coraline, Doctor Who, and Chucky for this. Oh, and that one villain from a batman series that I think was a ventriloquist doll? Something like that.

 

Go Clemson!

 

Me three.

 

:eusa_clap

 

I'm just lonely. Going through that teenage phase. I'm also trying to read this gay story but I can't because then I'll end up crying.

 

Vodka is amaziiiiiinggggg!!!!!!!!!!

 

:lol: I'm glad you're feeling better!

 

Yeah I know what that's like.

 

Romance is what I want, I guess. Ugh honestly, if you seen me, then you would know I look a mess. I am a mess.

 

I'm thinking about converting my white board into a motivational collage al a The Simpsons. If you don't know what I mean, watch this.

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It's one of my favorite episodes of The Simpsons, and now more than ever is it relevant. If you can't see the video, the clip is from the episode "And Maggie Makes Three"; which is centered around the story of Maggie's birth and why there are no pictures of her in the family album. When Bart asks about the pictures, Homer says he keeps them where he needs the most cheering up--which is in his office to keep him motivated to keep fighting for his family.



The idea for this came up recently, when I was going through my blog to find something and I came across a rather lengthy and feelsy letter to two filmmakers I look up to. I won't go into everything in detail, but I said whenever I have a shitty day or begin to doubt myself as an artist, they always find a way to cheer me up and give me hope. For the past few months, I've found myself listening to interviews they've done, and would almost keep them on repeat--especially when they give advice to aspiring artists.

I didn't think that I'd get a response back, but I saw the post again and not only did they like it, but they commented on it too.



I replied to it, and I was crying happy tears for a good hour after seeing this. Words can't describe how I feel. It's one thing to hear your heroes say encouraging things, but it's another for them to say it to you. This is why I have so much respect for them, and they make wanting to fight for something bigger than myself worth it. I think this is the motivation I needed to get back on track. I remember crying in July when a bunch of horror fans told me my script ideas are amazing, but this is something completely different.

I think I can do this, guys. I really think I can do this. I'm thinking about doing the collage thing soon; of them and the other artists I look up to. I'm actually meeting two of them in a few weeks when one of their movies are going to be screened in my home town. They were initially part of why I have become driven to be an underground filmmaker and create a platform for other artists to get their voices out there.

Fuck, I'm getting really emotional right now. This is going to be my year, guys. Hell or high water, it's going to be my best yet--I know it. I haven't been this happy or confident in so long, and for the first time, I can say I'm actually glad I didn't go through with my suicide attempts--and that I'm looking forward to whatever life will hand me.

 

LMAO My title game feed cut out on Clemson's game-winning TD. Are you kidding me? :lol:

Oh well, hell yeah Clemson! Down with the evil empire!

And WHAT a HELL of a last quarter!

 

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It was so epic that 2 minutes after the game ended the power to my condo complex went out!

 

I dreamed I met jack the ripper. I bashed his brains out with a crowbar. Then I followed a building plan and couldn't find a certain room in a huge building

 

I'm thinking about making people like tequila, because of this:

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My parter was being cute yesterday.
I was sitting in a desk directly behind him, in a bad mood because we're reading the Tempest act 5, and I don't know if any of you guys have read it, but Prospero talks. A LOT. And guess who my teacher picked to be Prospero? Me! :/ so after I read out loud a whole bunch, like, an extreme amount, he leans all the way back in his chair and looks up at me, reaching his hands up and lightly grabbing my head with a smile. He said "hey," and grinned again with his unbearably cute smile, and I put my hands over his with my fingers between his fingers like we were holding hands and smiled, saying "hey," back, and we just had a moment together, where it was just us, the class didn't matter. I didn't hear anyone, although some people were staring.

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