Epiphany? Or gas?

•March 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Today, I realized I am not intelligent. I am fine with that. What I am not fine with, however, is my associates forever expecting me to be intelligent.

I just want to eat ice cream in my bed, watching indie films, picturing myself as the heroine.

I read a book recently. Today, actually. Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay. I felt compelled to be compelled because of its subject matter, but the truth is I’ve read better. If I am a terrible person for this, so be it. I think being a terrible person would be a grand time.

Anyway, while reading, it occurred to me that I have become infinitely shallow and commercial with age, and I do not like it at all! All I wanted with de Rosnay’s plot was for the protagonist to find true love and live happily ever after. I mean, ewwwghhh. In all seriousness, I do not like the way I have been acting like a spoiled yuppie. But I blame society! Everyone else does…

My peers peg me for the artsy type. I have never produced a piece of art in my life. If you count half finished short stories and vague poems, than I am a pure artiste. Writing about myself will reveal me for theĀ impostor I really am…which could be interesting…

I wonder if I should quit the blog now, and save face? I wonder if I’ll ever learn to start sentences with something else than “I”?

Neh.

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The beginning of my mission.

•May 2, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Fiction.

Is.

Fact.

Prepare to have your mind blown by my sheer wittiness and cunning.

Or maybe just try not to laugh.

Here we go.