In which I finally make a new entry

It's not like I don't intend to write anything here. It's just that I'm so goddamn busy with finals, which, as a filmmaker, start about a month before anyone else.

I'm filming today and I'm incredibly nervous.

That's about it, I'm afraid.

Well, that's start this thing,shall we?

I suck at starting things.

Suck more at finishing them, actually. However, I'm a huge fan of journals. I had a bunch of paper ones as a child, and not a single one of them would be filled before I would move on to the next. It was like I was more in love with starting something than actually having it.

I do the same with online journals, livejournal, xanga, fuck, I had an opendiary and a deadjournal for a while too. The funny thing about it is that I moved to LJ because no one I knew was reading my thoughts. Oh my, how could I ever get them down without knowing that someone was going to read them? Now I'm moving here because it would be nice to know that no one knows who I am. I mean, yeah, I sign my name, but who will look for me here?

It just gets a little sad when you start tailoring your own thoughts because of the people who read your journal. At first it might not be like that, but then you start writing for them and not yourself.

Just a thought I suppose.

Next entry I'll explain the meaning behind the whole "papillion" thing. I promise that it's delightfully pretentious.