The End is NIGH (um... again)

That's right, two (or maybe three) months ago I was here complaining about the end of school, and now I'm back to complain about the end of summer. Actually to be perfectly honest I'm glad school is starting again, I'm so agonizingly unproductive during the summer. I didn't do a single piece of work on any of my stories or plays pretty much all summer. I really don't think I'm much of a writer, or rather I think I'm writing the wrong thing. You know how you always hear those important folkies that know things and are so full of wisdom you think they might explode and shower you in it causing your skin to boil wherever it makes contact because of a supreme lack of wisdom within yourself always say "Write what you know" ? Well I've heard that, and I've always thought "well that's a good idea, nice and logical and all that" and then I promptly ignore it because apparently I know better than the exploding wisdom beings. Because I never ever write what I know. I always write precisely what I don't know. I suppose you understand the flaw in this system, basically everything I write is a bunch of made up BS with no foundation in the real world. Even the topics close to me are completely foreign to me. Pretty much the only thing I know anything at all about is being part of my fucked up family.

It sometimes seems like everybody's families are perfect and your family are a bunch of outcast freaks. And then other times you see someone else's family and they almost seem as bad as your own and you think your family is somewhat normal? I can't remember where that was going, I started this post yesterday and had my thoughts interupted when somebody stole the computer for some reason or another.

So I just watched Kissing Jessica Stein, which I've now seen 4 times, and it is still a most excellent movie. The weird thing is this time I was sitting there trying to gauge how my sister felt about homosexuality (the movie is about lesbians (okay not about lesbians in general but two of the main characters are (sort of (are nested brackety things bad?)))) and still being annoyed at myself for not telling anybody in my family and thinking "well now's a time I could reveal it by saying ". Why am I saying this? Well I don't know, maybe because I know nobody in my family will ever read this and thus find out about me being gay, partially. And maybe because I need to vent some of this crap and if I say it directly to the only person who's online that I might say it to well then that would be talking about my emotions with her and then she would be right, which I will not allow.

Alright, so I'm an asshole. We all knew it, we've all said it. Moving on. I have nothing further to type, so I'll just post this now and hope I'm right about my family not ever reading this.