A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

The date: May 25th, 1977. Many people's lives changed on that day. Star Wars was born. It was out there. The fantasy, the magic, the way we could see movies, or even live our lives, would be change forever... I could start ranting forever about all my Star Wars related memories, but I'm pretty sure no one wants to hear them haha. So I'll just say one thing. Happy Anniversary Star Wars!!.. May the future be bright (I'm sure you'll have a future if you just NOT include stupid kids and gungans). Let's wait and see what Lucas has in mind. 'Cause he has something in mind and he'll say it in the Star Wars Celebration IV event in LA. I still have hope, SW will find it's way again.
Later, sinners. And...Do I even have to say it? May the Force be with you.

And you think you're so clever, so classless and free...

I've had this song stuck in my head all week long. Great song by John Lennon, great poet of our times. Oh, and Green Day decided to make a new version of the song, which I must admit is not bad at all. Anyway, that's beyond the point. The point is that I just love the song, and the lyrics say a lot of what I've had in my head lately...

WORKING CLASS HERO

As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.

There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

Tonight, she writes again...

I haven't posted anything in almost a month. In fact, I've hardly written anything at all. No ideas, no stories, no diary entries, no ranting about TV shows, no pseudo creative moments, nothing. Maybe I'm just afraid of feeling. Of failing. Of no one listening. Of no one believing, not even myself.
I'm writing now, and it doesn't really makes sense anything I'm saying, does it?...
Maybe I should just pretend everything will turn out fine. Maybe I should keep believing that this is just one of those low times in someone's life. Maybe I should just believe in anything, in everything. Even in myself.
Maybe I should just DO something about it. Maybe I should try harder. If I don't, maybe I should just let it all go, and let everything die. Maybe nothing is meant to make sense from now on. Maybe the truth of the world or of myself finally caught up with me. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up from this imperfect dream. Maybe... Maybe...