July 21st, 2007

wasn't my bullet

I SO CALLED IT.

I started reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows at 12:35am and finished at 6:35am. It was, without a doubt, one of the best written books I have ever read. The plot was amazing. The philosophy was sterling. Most of the hypotheses I made in regards to the book were correct. I am, indeed, in love. (And massively depressed. It's the end of an age, man!)

A couple days ago I talked to Danielle. It was probably the most exciting thing I've done all fucking summer.

I'm tired & running on a tiny amount of sleep (insomnia + the new Harry Potter book = death, probably). But hey! At least I can write a lot of BS today and see what comes out!


I'm happy with the tone my writing has been taking on recently. It's first person (something I haven't done in, what, two years now?) but it's working quite nicely. An excerpt from my latest story:

I really wasn't expecting the car accident. I was thinking, "I'm never fucking another guy for as long as I live," and then conceded that I probably wouldn't last two weeks without sex, let alone the rest of my life, and then I began to wonder whether or not I injured my forehead when I had fallen earlier. As I reached up to feel my forehead, I saw bright lights shine through the window; and with a sickening crunch, everything went black. Again. God, that was getting old.
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