Open Mic Night

This was what I obtained from the open mic night tonight. It would be nice to say that the writing scene has changed/gone downhill since I graduated, but then I realized that it has always been downhill. We're now just missing a few pseudo-intellectual/political kids, but the incoming freshmen more then make up for it. I don't understand why I continue going to these things. I guess the few rough messes I sprawled down make it worth the couple hours (although Dani and Alissa helped much). I know I've said it before, but its really the entire creative writing scene that made me lose my passion for writing in the first place. Even tonight, I could not take the competition. I might just be exaggerating, or looking at things funny, but from where I sit you can never really add up to the five dollar words that the "future published authors" spew out. I much prefer keeping writing separate from the popularity pull. I'm so glad I'm out of high school.

As I sat scribbling tonight I realized how much I want to buy some canvas and spray paint the shit out of it. Everyone commented tonight that my handwriting looks like I'm some crazy artist, and I really wish I was. But since I am utterly lacking in the artistic department, I want to try to solidify my handwriting so its something readable but still looking like what I want it to. I think that's definitely going on the top of my "to do" list.