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A strange feeling... The time is 10:03P.M. on Janurary 20th, 2009. I feel the sudden compulsion to make a journal entry, but I have no idea what to write about. Maybe something will come to me... I read an interesting line in a book today; "If denila can be taken as proof of the crime, how can one defenf one's self?" The book was fictional, and the circumstance was a witch trial, but the point remains. If denial is indeed proof of evil, how can anyone be innocent of anything? Wow, that was a pointless restatement. I have a dream, a day dream, maybe even a flight of fancy if you will, many of them infact, but I think I'll just share one for now. I used it for an RP character the other day, and I really like it. I might even make a book out of it. Hold on, I have to right it down in my wirting journal. It's a little black leather-bound book I have. Excuse me. The time is now 10:12P.M. I think this has some promise, I really do. Wish me luck on it... How do you feel about me? Not just people I know either, anyone who reads this, ever. How do you feel? How would you feel about me if all you ever knew about me was this journal? What is wrong with me today? Why do I seek some kind of validation now? Have I been struck by a bolt of loneliness? Of self loathing for my cowardly view of the world and now seek to know that I am not as alone as I believe I am? I know compared to others my problems are slight, and I should consider myself lucky that I'm free to think about these kind of philisophical things... Oh wait a minute, I didn't tell you abut that character, did I? Well, he's a member of a nice family that lives out in the country. This family has the ability to call lightning, and aim it too. One day, people come to the house, and he is told to stay in his room for the whole time that those people are there. When they leave, a family meeting is held. And it is soon apparent that they cannot stay there, nor even stay together. Everyone leaves the house, alone, and in seperate directions, possibly never to meet again. Good no? As I said, It has promise. Look at me, bouncing between book ideas and longings. Well, this is supposed to be my brain on paper,and thats how it went in my head. Haha. Am I pathetic? I've never had a girlfriend... Maybe I shouldn't have said that on the Internet... oh well, I don't like deleting things from my journal, kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it? This is a real ramble of an entry, ain't it?... I want to go to Canada. When was the last time you heard of a Candaian war that wasn't in a comedy movie? And their always so polite, aren't they? Yeah, ASAP, I'm going up north. Sigh.... well, that's enoughnfor this entry, I suppose. The time is 10:25 on january 20th, 2009.
A Strange Thought, From A Strange Mind.
My JournalWARNING![/size:9cd338097d][/color:9cd338097d] I don't have internet at my house, so I have to use the library. I won't be on past six on Mon through Wed, or past 4:45 on Thur through Sat, and I won't be on Sun at all.(Central time)[/align:9cd338097d]
 Wind Spirit22 · Wed Jan 21, 2009 @ 04:28am · 0 Comments |
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