By Michael Crichton was a really good read. One of those page turners that you can't take your eyes off of until you finish it. I started reading it four hours ago and finished just now. Now I'm at the library talking to Lauren about not doing work.
I really enjoyed watching Donnie Darko, so I had high expectations for Richard Kelly as a director. I watched Southland Tales, which was supposed to be a drama/black comedy/apocalypse film, and I was utterly disappointed. I did not laugh even one giggle, or half of a giggle. I don't recommend this movie to anyone at all, unless I hate you.
I haven't been reading as much as I'd like to lately, mostly with all the work I've had to do for school. Taking three english classes at once takes the fun out of any reading and writing, but they're both things that I need to do. I'm supposed to be writing a journal for my Introduction to Fiction class, keeping another journal for my introduction to creative writing class (which is this), reading, peer editing, and critiquing papers for the same creative writing class. For my film class I'm supposed to be writing a short film for my final. I think I'm failing that class, but whatever.
I meant to write this down earlier, but it may not be the same.
"The perpetual dreams of mankind as a whole creates an ambience of change in the world, continually altering the course of my own desires and needs. The true self-generating energy is that of human imagination."
I was inspired by not writing at all for a long time. I want to get back to writing.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
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