This guy is my hero. From his blog:

"Most who read my novels do so to step out of the box. We find authenticity between the lines with characters who struggle with impossible situations and descend into deep valleys to discover life. It�s not neat, it�s not tidy, it�s often unnerving, sometimes terrifying. But for us, it�s life giving. Real. Explosive. True.

The beauty of powerful story is that it takes us there, where mere words and narrow definition fails, where real life resides. It�s all about the story, baby. The story, not the words.

And it certainly isn�t about the labels.

It�s funny how labels work. I mean, seriously, they make me chuckle. I�ve been called all kind of things over the years. A cursory glance at my novels tells the story. I mean, I write stories about Serial Killers, right? Demented stalkers who drain the blood from their victim�s heels into a bucket, wolves in sheep�s clothing who would suck you dry. True dat.

Some say I�m secretly a Catholic Priest, and yes, my next novel is titled The Priest�s Graveyard. Some say I write religious fiction. Really? From the beginning my novels have always been suspicious of and challenged religion, particularly American Christianity as such. Some say I must be a raging liberal, others that I must be a right wing nut�I�ve never spoken a word on politics. I�ve been criticized as one who loves Muslims�shouldn�t we all?

Labels, labels, labels. Don�t you love them? All the world wants to put your story into a box and slap a sign on you, yes? Tie it up with a neat little bow and move on to the next box.

I once wrote a blog called, �The Challenge of Being Gay,� I�m sure many of you recall it�a fun little piece on how the meaning of labels change over time�and for a while many thought I was gay even though the piece made it very clear I was heterosexual. People love to make snap judgments and jump on labels.

So in my story world, am I a gay priest obsessed with violence, vampires, and blood? Well, I guess that depends on what you think all those labels mean. One thing you can be certain of, boxes and labels will not help you or anyone engage or experience any of one my stories. Try to categorize or define it and more than likely you�ll destroy it�the storytellers among you know this already. My advice� Don�t try. Let the story live on its own, outside the box where the real world lives."

I'd post a real entry but I don't feel like it, ya hear?

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to clear my mind. It has become cluttered. I will do reverse this by attempting to spend more time stimulating my mind and not just surfing the internet.

...tada

EDIT:

That is a really embarrassing typo. That's what I mean. >.>

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I need to stop pussy-footing around and just ACT next time. Also maybe keep my dating pool in another city and just...away.

In today's news, things are playing out exactly as last time, and at this point all I have to do is sit back and watch to see if it follows through.

And, yes, I am being purposefully vague.

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Two things I'm not pleased with. Well...more than two things, but two things that are easy to articulate and not too personal:

1) My room is getting annoyingly messy (and it's nowhere close to being all my mess).
2) My sleeping habits have degraded so much this past week that I've basically become nocturnal, which is sort of neat but sort of a pain in the real world.
3) My laptop has this really annoying habit of losing focus on a window I'm typing in when I activate any of the LOCKs...like caps lock. Basically I have to stop typing and wait more than a second for it to switch back before I can continue. It's really strange and nothing I've done to fix it has worked. I have to disable all the quickset notifications to avoid it...that means no telling when I switch any of the locks, change the volume, the screen brightness, etc. Sort of annoying.

Hey look! I thought of three.

Also Roomy keeps it too cold in here.

:P

Started speaking with Lauren again. It's nice...I guess no hard feelings, which is a relief. A huge relief! We've actually only conversed two or three times. We don't have much to talk about I guess. I think what matters is that we are, in fact, on speaking terms. No need to strike up a conversation every time someone crosses my mind! Actually, that's sort of been my motto with a lot of people lately. Color me cautious. Might be seeing her, Em, and SuZZ at the end of Spring Break actually! I haven't seen Em since school began, and Lauren since...gosh, at least since summer began. So I'm excited for that. I hope SuZZ doesn't become jealous for my time! I can only take so much abuse from her friends, after all. Ha!

The reason I've been up so late is completely my fault (and completely worth it!); I've been doing some "partying" of my own. Future Roomy (Alex) and I went on adventures two nights in a row. First we went to IHOP with Roomy around 2:30 two nights ago, and had a ton of fun. That set up a craving for Krispy Kreme because we had to pass by it twice...so last night Alex and I went there grab some delicious cake (doughnuts). We brought along a mutual friend named Kyle and had a right old blast. Both times I went to sleep at almost 5 in the morning. And even before those escapades I've been up sort of late every night watching Shaman King (yup), reading, and listening to Daft Punk and Tetrafusion, so it's really starting to get to me.

More later...I have to watch this episode of Digimon (YUP) and go eat some dinner. Next time!

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