It seems like most people tend to keep up with their blogs much more frequently than I do. Most "bloggers" update with new posts at least once a week, if not more! So this weekend, I decided that I need to be more proactive about my own blog. I know I have made this promise in the past, but I figured that most Sundays I don't do much else, besides sit around the house, and so I think that Sundays will now be my blog days. This time, I'm much more confident that I can make it stick, especially after I decided to submit a story to round four of NPR's Three Minute Story Contest. It reinvigorated the short fiction writer in me, and it also reinvigorated the blogger in me. Looks like I'm back again, and hopeful
It's spring in New York, and so far the weather has been relatively spring-like (though there were a couple of 90 degree days last week that made me sweat like no other). It's cooling back down now though, and I am elated at the way the city has been blossoming. A couple weeks ago I saw "The Runaways" with a friend, and I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised. After seeing "Twilight" for free on the internet way back when, I had all but totally written off Kristen Stewart as an actress. But as Joan Jett, Stewart gave a performance that was raw, yet sensitive, and to top it off, she played some kick-ass guitar! I expected her to give a repeat of the monotone, melodramatic Bella Swan, but she completely broke out. Then of course, there was Dakota. I think I'll always have a soft spot for her child star breakout role in "I Am Sam," so in my mind she's still an innocent, but precocious seven year old. But she was an intriguing choice to play Cherie Currie, especially since she's sixteen now, the same age as Currie when she was in The Runaways back then. She emulated Cherie Currie very well in that she was coquettish, but also powerful, almost like something out of a David Bowie dream. I walked out of that movie feeling like I wanted to go break things and then go play some rock 'n' roll. It was awesome.
Last night I dreamt that my fifth grade teacher was unimpressed with the direction my life was taking. Hmm...
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