23:13.
" Tuesday, 17 July 2007
I have writer's block.
Wait, let me rephrase that.
...
I am incapable of writing.
There, that's better.
Let me elaborate:
Well, simply put, when I put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, in most cases), nothing happens. There's no rush of exhilaration, no sudden onslaught of emotion that lets the words pour forth. No matter how many depressing songs I listen to, or how many angsty movies I watch, nothing actually helps. I can't put out like I used to. So I tried the other end of the spectrum: happiness. Even worse. I've hit a dead end with Janie's story, with the legendary romance unfolding between Zhang and Wei. It came so easily last time, the awkward tenderness and fractured understanding between the two. But now all I can come up with is a corny interlude akin to the of a High School Musical rerun.
What's happening?
Maybe I need plot bunnies. What do you think?
The ones I came up with earlier are... well... I'll just show you:
(\ /)
( '-' )
(,....,)
The pathetically indifferent bunny.
(\ /)
(o.O)
(,....,)
The 'watching gay porn' straight bunny.
...
Exactly.
I've got nothing.
...
*sigh*
22:38.
" Monday, 16 July 2007
Harry Potter & The Order Of The Phoenix. Touchy subject.
I mean, seriously. It wasn't the best of all the HP movies, far from it. It had a jagged plot that leapt in and out of Harry's nightmares, then jumped to the miserable reality that was his life. Not to be outdone by the teen flicks of this century, it had a large serving of angst cereal that rivalled even the worst of Korean dramas. What is wrong with David Yates?
Actually, I won't answer that question right now. It's just plain annoying. Let's talk about happier things, like my 'modifications' of some lines in the movie. WARNING: CRACK ALERT!
"I'm not weak!"
"Then prove it!"
*HP jumps SS & proves just how 'strong' he is (;*
"Do you have something to say, dear?"
"Oh, I have many things to say, you little..."
*Umbridge-bashing and swearing ensues. Go Minerva!*
"He can read your mind, control it, unhinge it..."
"Oh, is THAT what happened to yours?"
"Hey Moony, Padfoot! Who wants me to take off Snivelly's trousers?"
"..."
*a collective 'EW'*
"Ok, ok! I was just joking!"
"You know what, I really hate children!"
"I'm not surprised. I mean, we just loathe you."
*Hermione gets a shot at Umbridge*
"Don't kill Cedric! Who is Cedric, Potter? Your boyfriend?"
"Well... yeah."
*group silence*
"What. The. F-CK?!"
*poor ickle Duddykins gets a widdle shock*
OK! All done! (: That made me feel much happier. You know, I reckon I should do this for a living. Making fun of people's lives. Like Dane Cook! But without the chauvinism.
...
Maybe not.
18:40.
" Sunday, 15 July 2007
"Shattered stars across the sky
Like the pieces of a broken soul"
- Fallen Angel- Anon.
"With no heart, one could not fear death nor pain, for one became fear. One became pain."
- Witch- Anon.
"We had no choice in our destiny; Fate dealt the cards, and our lot's screwed up. So what? It’s destiny. We move on, and make the best of it, learn to live with our disabilities. We accept the cold, hard, truth no matter how much it hurts, and we move on."
- Witch- Anon.
"I see through those obsidian eyes
Past all those wretched lies
I hate the way you're a coward in disguise
Running away from the idea of wrong and right"
- Fallen Angel- Anon.
19:29.
" Tuesday, 10 July 2007
I'm now going to attempt to write a vaguely happy post (:
...
Or not.
Look, I really don't want to whine, but it's really hard to think of something!
I mean, I consume happiness in small chunks, like... like... a Cadbury bar. I hardly experience an overpowering rush of joy in any situation, and the rare occurrences of such an undignified emotion are usually too personal to share with anyone else but my warped conscience. Simple things are the ones that make me 'happy', so to speak. Like the story I'm helping Janie with. I can write, and helping someone while doing it is a bonus. That cheers me up to some extent, but it's mainly just a remedy for the mind-numbing boredom that is my humdrum life.
...
Oh, what am I saying! I know why I'm so dull, mundane, unhappy...
But I'm not telling any one of you.