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If you know me, then you know that the dream is to become a director. If this were to
happen, and I had the capability of writing my own scrips, then I would make certain movies. Here is a list of the movies
that I will (hopefully) make:
1. A documentary on how stupid people are (man....I'm gonna get my ass kicked for that one. I think I'll
wait until my career is almost dead).
2. A movie with wild animals, because I want to work with cool wild animals like tigers and lions. The movie
will probably end up being something that has NOTHING to do with animals, but incorporate an animal in there randomly.
3. A chick flick
4. Some sort of psyhcological thriller like movie 5. A movie that has a deep message and makes you think 6. A stupid funny movie, something like Dumb and Dumber stupid funny 7. Some sort of comedy that is more dark and funnier in a different way, something that is like Daria. 8. A cartoon movie (i'll probably end up collborating with young!)
I dont know what else....When I think of more, I'll add it! Those Days.... I'm weird. I get these days randomly where I feel just absolutely alone. I'm bitter with the
world, and I'm lonely. I know that in reality, I am not alone. I know that my friends are here for me. But those days, I feel
like my friends are no help, that somehow they have betrayed me. I am a total loner on those days. No one can comfort me.
I just like to bathe in my own solitude. Its completely spontaneous when those feelings resurface. Usually, I'm a pretty happy
person. I'm always lively, friendly, and just overall sociable. The feelings of loneliness can appear when I'm with my friends.
Then I just get quiet. I get angry inside, but I try to hide it. I don't feel like being around my friends anymore. I
want them to go away, but at the same time I don't because I feel all alone. It has hasn't happened much recently (thank god),
but when it does come, everything sucks.
Why Music is so Cool When I'm on my computer (i'm on it all the time), there is about a 95% chance that I am listening to music. I love it to death. It encompasses much of my life. I don't like rap or any of that popular shit. Only because to me, it doesn't mean anything. If you think about it, half of that music is about supposed "love", screwing people, money, and other bullshit stuff. Its cool to listen to that stuff if your at a dance, club, or something similar. But only because that stuff has a beat that you can dance too. I like to listening to rock, mostly. Music is obviously an artform. You can express what you feel to your listeners. This is why I love music with meaning. I like detailed lyrics, that have some form of depth in them. I like philosophical lyrics. To me, it makes you think. It defines what true music is, an expression of your inner feelings. I pay attention to lyrics. Most people do not, but I sure as hell do. I look up lyrics and I end up putting them as my away msg or profile if I like them (you probably noticed that a lot when I'm away on AIM). Don't get me wrong. I pay attention to the actual beat, and the actual musical portion of the song. I pay attention to that closely because I am a muscisian. I try to listen for the most infintessimal sounds of a song. For example, maybe in a song, a band hits, say a conga on a certain place in the song. Its totally discreet, and barely even noticeable. I look for that type of stuff when I listen to a song. I try to listen for every detail. It makes the song ten times better. I appreciate almost everything in a song. I like to unravel a song to its smallest detail. Yes, maybe I am obsessed, but maybe I just appreciate a good song. Oh Life! I have been questioning many things lately. It seems that I am in my existentialism state. So really, why do we exist? What is my purpose on this world? I'm not even close to discovering my worth to this world. When I thought about this, it reminded me of the book, The Stranger. Camus is a total existentialist. He basically said in the book that everything is pretty much meaningless. What does it matter? Your going to end up the same way no matter what. You die by cancer, or you die by AIDs, who cares? You die both ways right? Its more of a fate/destiny. I'm totally starting to believe in those existentalists. What does it matter the choices I make? In the end, I'll die won't I? What does it matter what I do? God has predestined everything in my life. He probably has already chosen a career for me. I don't know it, but no matter what I'm heading toward it. The common phrase "everything happens for a reason" comes into play. Since god has predestined everything, then everything does happen for a reason. Every action we do always leads up to something else, which serves some purpose in our life. I don't know why I do the things I do sometimes, so maybe thats just god's way of telling me what I need to do to achieve my final goal in life. Then again, what about the people who commit evil deeds in their life? People who commit deeds such as murder. Why does god have people do such malevolent deeds? Who deserves to die at the hand of another person? I don't think anyone does, unless it was in the form of self defense. No one has good enough reason to kill another. Why did god decide to predestine some people with the capability to kill? Maybe to every good there is a evil. Maybe its a sort of ying to the yang, a balance basically. God wants balance in the world, and with good, there is always evil. In the story of pandora's box, a curious person (in my opinion, curiosity is an innate human extinct) opened the box and brought evil to the world. Maybe that was supposed to happen. Evil is a burden, but it brings balance. (more on this later) |
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