the television set

I'm currently curled up on the couch with my mom, spending the evening of my last day of grade nine watching The TV Set, a movie we got at the video store for $8. I've only been watching bits and pieces because I'm catching up on some blogs. Anyways, of all I've seen, I have a few things to say.

I hate all these fucking fake Hollywood people! None of the people in the movie are cliche actress diva types, or anything, the producers are just so... awful! They want the TV show to be funny not sad. The main producer, a woman named Lenny, even says something along the lines of, "Originality scares me. You don't want to be too original."

I also wanted to say that I'm so unbelievably glad that all of the people I've met so far on this crazy writing journey I've embarked on are real.

They speak their minds, their critiques are harsh but genuinely honest. Blogs I follow and work I read... It's all so wonderful and original and sparks all sort of crazy ideas--mainly, God, I wish I wrote that! All the questions people are asking on forums are well phrased and the answers are thorough and helpful.

My friend K (also known as Akina-Hana over at Burning Autumn) was telling me about something in Japan--I can't remember the name--where people show one side of their emotions and actually feel another. She was talking about it in the way where if someone is talking to you and you're totally tired or stressed, you still smile. Honestly, I wish more people said what they thought. It can be annoying at times, but be yourself. And don't be cheesy. God knows cheese has nothing to do with this, besides the munching kind :)

They just mentioned Gilmore Girls on the the movie. That makes me so happy!

By the way, besides my brief movie rant, I just finished ninth grade. It doesn't even sound like an achievement, does it? Ninth grade (by the way, I've discovered that when you reach a certain age you start calling it ninth grade--before then it's always grade nine. I'm growing up), big whoop.

Anyway, I'm happy being slightly older, the tiniest bit wiser, and a whole lot happier now that exams and homework are gone for the summer. Two and a half glorious months.

I'm sad, though. I'm sad that I won't see my older friends for a year, if at all. I'm sad that my yearbook signatures are the most I'll see of some of my friends for the next two months.
A word of advice, courtesy of The TV Set. Never sell out. Never back down. Stand up for your self and your work. Be brave, be bold, be original.

All that matters is what goes in between.

I just realized that I am a stereotypical yearbook signature. I am what you write when you don't really know the person and you just want them to go away and take their silly yearbook with them because you know you won't remember them even when you skim their photo years later. But guess what? I actually mean it:

Have a great summer. Don't ever change.

Love,
Erika