Tuesday, October 30, 2007 4:33 PM
somebody call a plumber, my nose is leaking!
ok i am reading, but i stopped for a while.
i love reading.
reading is fun.
i remember how in primary school my teachers made me do 'reading is fun' posters to paste in the library and i just did them blindly, but i always wondered what it was for, like some sort of propaganda?
so kids can see those posters and be immediately enlightened to go grab a book and be engaged in its contents?
is it??
rubbish, that wont happen!
but adults make you do stupid stuff all the time when you were kids, and we were pretty stupid ourselves so we just did them.
but anyway,
reading's probably the funnest thing after calvinball.
whoops i think nerd juice just spilled out of my brain.
oh man i need to mop it up before someone sees.
i like thrillers.
books that are descriptive and picturesque.
especially books that make you think.
i'll write a book when i grow up, then i'll self-illustrate it.
oh sure, laugh at me now.
if you think i cant write a novel, one day it'll be a bestseller, and i will fart in your face.
you know, when i read a book, i imagine out everything, what the characters look like, what the house looks like, what the room looks like, what everything looks like.
then when i finish, i feel like i just watched this imaginary movie that was made using a budget of $0 and no actors.
i am so, awesome!
maybe i'll be a director someday too. then i'll do all those book-adapted films, since i have such magical visualisation skills.
and since i loved my own 'movie', i am sure other people will too.
but of course if you dont then you must be some humourless freak with no brains and you live in a hole in the ground.
raise your hand if you're that, or anything close to that!
ok no one? ALRIGHT then you're gonna love me and my wonderful movies!!
whahahaha.
aiyah, if only it were so easy to produce a movie, just think it up.
if we could do that, i'd have won like, probably 27 oscars by now.
ok i am typing at pig speed.
i am off to sleep.
nette posted it up.
