The biggest curse of my life right now is the fact that I took forever to realize what I love. It was staring me in the face and I was completely oblivious: movies. I love writing. I love being "on stage" , even though it scares the hell out of me. To put it bluntly: acting, screenwriting, directing, etc. And now I feel like I'm too old to do anything about it. I'm utterly sick of regular college. I can't afford film school. I never joined any acting circles, mostly because they weren't available to me (damn sheltered childhood). I know, I'm complaining again. I'm just having one of those days where I'm tempted to bash my head against the wall for my stupidity/blindness. I'd kill to move to London, go to film school, and get a job in the film industry. Sadly, like I said...I'm broke, and no matter how much I save up it will be too late by the time I have enough. I mean I wouldn't even be going to regular college if it wasn't f...
I suppose it's just fine to like someone for their good looks and charms, But I find their mind much more appealing , I'd rather fall for them over what their expressions betray and portray , I'd rather fall for the syrupy tones in their voice , I'd rather fall for the words they use as they try to explain their passions , I'd rather fall for the character .
"Don't make me laugh!", cried Anisa as she tried walking gracefully across the bridge, balancing a bowl of soup on her head. "God, you're such an idiot. My parents are going to love you. They won't care that you're not a debutante. They may be rich but they have the hearts of the poor.", replied Evan. "Which means?" "Which means that they don't like snobs, are very openminded, AND are very kind. So stop worrying." "Well I can't help but worrEEEE---!",vociferated Anise, as she lost her balance and tipped the bowl of soup, spilling bright red tomato goodness down the front of her dress. "Oh drat!", she exclaimed. Evan went over to her, a hand covering his mouth to try to, rather poorly, hide the fact that he was laughing. "And you! What are you laughing at? You find this funny, do you?!" "Well, love, that's why you're supposed to use a book. I intended the soup to be part of the foo...
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