In light of the fact I spent this whole week sitting around watching television (or, television downloaded onto my computer) I figured I'd put myself up to a little challenge this coming week.
Read three books in 7 days. I have no idea how/if I'm going to be able to do it, but I figure it's worth a shot. I'm thinking if I accomplish this, I'll kick it into hardcore mode and not watch tv at all. . .
So, my choices aaaare--
• American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
• Walden by Henry David Thorough
• The Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure (Fanny Hill) by John Cleland
I know, Fanny Hill isn't that long, but I figure I'll start easy. If this works out I'll be thrilled and try it again.
I'm really glad I've gotten into writing again. It's taken kind of a backseat the past couple of months but now it's back at the forefront of my mind and it feels. . . right. Like it's supposed to be there. I'll spare you my crisis, but I realized being an animator isn't my destiny, rather, I think I exist to tell stories. It's much more broad, but I honestly think I was so entranced at the idea of making movies I love distracted me from why I love them-- the stories they tell. As a result, I'm bitter at art. I'm bitter that I'm majoring in it and bitter that it isn't what I want it to be. I hate it right now. I don't want to draw, I don't want to look at anything that has been drawn.
Now, to put pants on and be social! Good night!
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