That would be me. You know- rladyofpunk or Emma or whatever. I drew that. In class. Because I have no attention span.
New Skool (you know, the stuff I'm writing now?)
Old Skool (archivey-goodness)
And now for some random Delerium:
Hey, guess what! I'm sporadically working on a novel! I think it's cool, but be warned- it's not spell checked (my dictonary keeps being broken) and when I transfered it from word processing to the blog a lot of the spacing got jacked up. Bear with it and read anyway... unless you're offended by sex, drugs and rock n' roll. If you are, FLEE NOW! If not here are the links:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
And this is what Matt Groening (the infallible creator of the Simpsons) recomends for getting by in college:
And since I'm just posting inane stuff at this point, here's my kitty licking her own butt.
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2004-12-20 - 9:16 p.m.
Crazy
As I logged into my journal tonight, the banner at the top of the screen flashed "feeling depressed? Click here to learn more about the difference between bipolar diorder and clinical depression."
*sigh* I'm afraid I know what these illnesses look like all too well. And meanwhile, "I'm not okay," by My Chemical Romance comes on the radio. Yet another band glamorizing all that can go wrong within the human psyche. They're so faux-dark, and yet i find this song simultaneously enjoyable and offensive. Enjoyable because I have iffy music taste to begin with. Offensive because mental illness is NOT gourgeous, glamourous, lovely and stunning, no matter what people try to think. Depression is a DEADLY DISEASE. People I know, people I love, have died from it. Others (you know who you are) have come alarmingly close. I have been in hospital waiting rooms at 2 a.m., praying. When all is said and done, I cannot change or erase the rises and falls of my own life, but I can stand against the musical illusion that crazy=fun. Crazy is not fun. It's like heroin- you can make it chic all you want, but when you're puking in a bathroom and you're not sure who's bathroom it is... well, you get the picture.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
