
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
From my journal:
Chicago: 5:25 AM
Tehran: 2:55 PM
I want to write, but I have nothing to write about. I want to write a song, but about what? Being bored? That song'll turn out wonderfully painful and B-O-R-I-N-G. About missing my mommy? My friends? How do I write it and make it actually interesting? How do I even write about my day and make it interensting. I have a gift for writing everything in such a way that anything possibly interesting that I have to write becomes duller than those plastic scissors I had when I was three.
