Write!
write write write write write.

practice makes perfect.
no practice makes permanent. my band director used to say that all the time.

i have a plant named Herby.

today i was driving behind a cop on my way from scottsville to bg. All of a sudden he throws on his breaks and acts like he's going to turn onto the other side of the road....(four lane highway) anyway...then he realizes that the person he thought was speeding was actually another cop.
ha.
cops.
funny stuff.

"there's nothing new under the sun"
this is so true!
even the really brilliant things that i read...i usually find somewhere else.
example:
Elie Wiesel talks about the haunting feeling of a fairground after everyone has left....a place full of life now empty and vacant....i felt like i had read this somewhere before...and i was right.
that paper i was writing from last semester was on naturalism.
Shewood Anderson, in Winesburg, Ohio, makes the exact same metaphor...his, though, was made much earlier.

"There is something memorable in the experience to be had by going into a fair ground that stands at the edge of a Middle Western town on a night after the annual fair has been held. The sensation is one never to be forgotten. On all sides are ghosts, not of the dead, but of living people....The place has been filled to overflowing with life. It has itched and squirmed with life and now it is night and the life has all gone away. The silence is almost terrifying"(Anderson, 226).

"The street resembled fairgrounds deserted in haste....Open rooms everywhere. Gaping doors and windows look out into the void. It all belonged to everyone since it no longer belonged to anyone....An open tomb" (Wiesel, 17).

You know it's true. Fair grounds are a sad sight after the life has left. Once there, now gone. a haunting image.

I was thinking of another instance...but forgot.

Isn't life weird?

I took a nap today and all I kept thinking in my head was "one life" "one life"....i have one life.
what am i doing?
one life!
aghh.