An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.

What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose. ~Willa Cather

Friday, July 16, 2010

Why do I stay up so late?

I like movies. I really do.

Maybe it's the actress in me. I don't know.

People...are judgy. Way too quick to judge. And when they're jealous? Even quicker. Sometimes I want to shake people, and tell them to get over themselves. Because there are starving children in Africa. Really.

This may be the shortest blog in the history of blogs. But who's counting?

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