Disregard that.

I bullshitted a poem for my creative writing class. It was due the day I wrote it, in fact; I wrote mine while other people were reading theirs out loud, and to cover up for it, I read mine out loud. It was a poem about my body. mostly about how I don't like it, and how it doesn't like me, but that's okay. I think.



I'm sick of not writing, so I started this blog, so I can talk to myself in public. That way, I know I'm writing something, I know that I will eventually write all the things I need to write and want to write. I want to rewrite my damn book, then to publish it, and to publish two more and be done with that story. After that I want to write more stuff.



Aside from writing, I want to have a successful band, and I want to travel and see the world and I want to make movies and get in shape and be happier and find a home and get married and a whole lot of stuff. The problem with all of this is that its all too fucking much. Every sentence in this damn post has the word "I" in it. And don't go back and find one that doesn't, because I'm just guessing that its that way, and it makes me feel arrogant. So whatever.



No one will read this anyways, but me.



I finished reading "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" by Philip K. Dick. Its the book that inspired the movie Blade Runner. cool right? there were parallels but I liked the book better, it had a different plot and environment, more post apocalyptic feeling rather than film noir. I like the first better.



I'm looking for a bassist. And a drummer, to play in my heavy metal band, Theomach. We rock. I guess, or we break shit. I like our sound, I like where it can go but i just want it to go there. If you're interested, message me or something. Really.



So inspired by 4chan and some frustration at the brainwashed members of college society, I rebelled against this atrocity. Well its not that bad, but anyways; Someone put obama's entire inaugural speech on the floor's bulliten board. Gay. Weird how it turned out, with text added to the end.



So I leave you with this wonderful picture, and hope that soon I find more inspiration to write. If you read this, please comment, I need some sort of hope.

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