Girls Do What They Want

Dumb boys.

But I've decided to not let the critics get to me and I'm going to keep on going with my screenplay. I'm not going to change anything...I'm not going to go back and re-do it for the millionth time. I'm going to just continue on like I never sent it to the critic boy. :)

So tomorrow, my task is to continue with the next scene and keep going. Erase the "interesting" comment from my mind. It's just hard to overcome writer's block. If a person hasn't really experienced hardcore writer's block, then they have NO idea. It's rough. It's like hell. I know what I want to say. I have the whole stinking movie playing over and over again in my head. I just can't ever get it to sound so amazing when I type it out like it does in my head. Hell, if I could get the movie to sound right like it does in my mind, I would win a freaking Oscar. Which is a goal. I want to win an Oscar. It'd be amazing.

I guess boys can't help what they say sometimes. I want to think he meant well. It's not his fault I'm overly sensitive sometimes. He doesn't even know it upset me. I never really tell anyone I'm upset anyways. I just suck it up, store it internally to the point where I almost explode and continue on.

Maybe when I go to Warped Tour in like 12 days, I'll meet this awesome hot rocker boy who is in this awesome band who appreciates me and wants to marry me that day or at least wants to take me away. A girl can't help but dream....ha