Nicolas Cage is one of those actors who you can just tell has a lot of fun doing his job. Even if it’s a serious movie or if he’s playing a very depressed role, you just know he’s loving it. Watching him (and a lot of others) makes me think of how it feels to be on stage. It reminds me of why I wanted to be an actor in the first place.
I wish I knew what I was supposed to do with my life. I’m in a weird philosophical mood I guess. What does it all mean? Haha. I’m trying to let the things that have happened remind me that it’s actually a good thing. I can pick up and take off and go do the things I couldn’t (or wouldn’t) do if they had worked out the way I planned.
It’s not really up to me, anyway, is it?
Right now I have this huge urge to watch Garden State. I think that would make things all better.
Except that I would turn it off right before they get together at the end. Because that’s how it would end in real life.
It’s tough. The decision has gotten even harder. I had pretty much made up my mind until you threw that interesting fact at me. The problem is I don’t have much more time to decide. Things need to be set in motion now if I go through with it, even if you can’t join me. I’d rather you did, but you kind of got me all excited about it that now I think I might even go through with it alone.
(For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about (which is probably all of you) I’m sorry.)
There’s a lot of crap going through my head right now. I wish I could see the future. That would be nice. Decisions decisions.
I can’t get to sleep.
I think about the implications
of diving in too deep
and possibly the complications.
Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination.