“If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.”
-Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
This is the beginning of a piece I’m writing for my Creative Writing class. I got inspiration from a song by Explosions in the Sky. I’ve always thought about the story behind the song (even though it’s instrumental)… so I decided to write about it.
It was the only moment we were alone.
Not alone in the traditional sense. But alone in a sense that the world spun round and round while ours sat still. Alone in a sense the neurons of our brains that repeatedly skipped to other parts of our brains collided into the small space that I reserved for you. In that space of my brain I keep our memories, your significance, your past, my past, our future. It’s one of those cliché moments in the movies when everyone else clears out of the scene and there are only two people left in the room. Except as I sat there with our eyes locked, I can still see the rest of the world out of the corner of my mind. But the world no longer scared me. It was no longer a menace. We were alone, separate, apart, isolated from its dangers.
I thought I didn’t have class until 2PM today.
Realized this morning I had one at 9AM.
Great first impression.
James Franco found a moment to do something sweet for a female fan when he arrived for his premiere at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre.“A twenty-ish gal on the theater staff, a huge Franco fan, kept gushing to co-worker pals how she desperately hoped to meet her idol on the big night.“Then, shocking news – she’d been assigned to work the concession stand on premiere night, so she’d never even get a glimpse.”
Thank heaven for good friends – two usher pals of hers cornered Franco, explained what a huge fan she is, etc….so the good-hearted star slipped away from the mob scene and was guided to where No. 1 Fan was toiling away. “Popcorn, please,” said Franco – and the gaga gal nearly passed out! Ohmigod, please tell me I’m not dreaming,” she gasped.
Grinning, the star planted a big kiss on her blushing cheek, thanked her for liking his work – then started hustling back to his premiere.
Running after him, the smitten girl popped a popcorn box into his hand, gushing: “Here – it’s on me!”
WHY IS THIS NOT MY LIFE WHY WHY WHY
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”
When listening to your favorite songs;
Witnessing fights at school;
When you two insult someone;
When someone insults one of you;
Telling each other secrets;
Recording a video;
When eating;
When your best friend is absent;
attn: mary and mollie.
