When You Wish Upon A Star

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you

If your heart is in your dreams
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do

Fate is kind, she brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true

I saw a shooting star tonight.

I'm feeling rather depressed this evening. Well, maybe not so much depressed as simply lonely and... rather mixed up. Sad, confused, lost, and alone, even though I know I'm not really alone. It's just all so terribly upsetting. Even smiling makes my face ache...

I think I may just go to church tomorrow. I'm not sure yet. I guess it will depend on what I feel like in the morning.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show is an insanely sexually oriented movie about a transvestite alien from Transexual, Transylvania, who sets two conventional young adults free from their conservative views on sex and life in general. It was the first time I had ever thought of a man in a corset as sexy. The whole movie could be taken extremely offensively by so many people. I saw it last night for the first time ever, and I loved it. Loved it.

I'M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE! Tonight, I saw Donnie Darko for the first time. I enjoyed it very much too. My only big problem with it was that it ended too soon.

Paranoid schizophrenia has been popping up around me a lot lately. For instance, that's what Donnie Darko had, or what they thought he had anyway. And I've been reading a book about Son of Sam. He was a serial killer in the late 1970's in New York City. He was a paranoid schizophreniac, and he thought he was possessed by the son of Sam, Sam being Satan, and his son being a demon. He killed people to appease the demons' thirst for blood. He imagined a whole lot of things in his illness. Schizophrenia is a very interesting thing. To study, of course. Not to have.

*sigh*

I wonder what I'll be when I "grow up". Tonight, as I was watching Donnie Darko, I was considering the possibility of being a teacher. I don't know. I'm not a big kids person... But it seems almost appealing, when you look at it in a certain light. If I am ever a teacher, it'd probably be for sociology, psychology, philosophy and religion, English, or highschool mathematics. But me becoming a teacher is highly unlikely. I was just thinking about it.

People are strange things. Boys are strange. Girls are even stranger. Emotions are even stranger than girls and boys put together. Heh. Combined, if you will. It'd be great to be able to understand someday. Perhaps we will.

And I guess I'll close with that. So, I bid to you goodnight, tonight, sleep tight, my love.