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. border = 0> |
2004-12-28 - 9:06 p.m. goth diaries new year Wow- I gotta quit reading diaries by people who portray themselves as fellow goth kids. There's so much pretention in that scene, and everyone says they "hate posers" and "hear voices" and "love darkness." I know, I know, that's what it's all about, but I find it impossibly tiring. You know it is leagal to wear ungodly quantities of eyeliner and yet not fake affliction! As I rant this you should know that it's both being directed to these unnamed kids who will never hear it, but also to my former self. God knows I was a melodramatic little teen. God knows I thought the world began and ended in a mud puddle of my own (albeit exagerated) sorrow. Sometimes I want to go back in time and shake my younger self violently. "Get over yourself!" I want to tell her, but of course that isn't an option. Instead, my past is such as it is, and my sister is submitting as her college entrance essay a short piece about how her crazy, drug addled older sister's experiences have convinced her to sitck to the straight-and-narrow. At least some good could come of those tumultous years! Anyway, I went to see Jason in Austin today. He was really tired because of his reccurent insomina. He didnn't sleep at all last night, so he understandably was ready to pass out on the couch he uses for a bed by mid-afternoon. I wholeheartedly forgive him, especially with the knowledge that he will be coming down to San Marcos to spend New Year's Eve with me in just a couple of days. We're not having a party or anything (at least not in the conventional sense). It'll just be me, him, a bottle of VERY cheap champagne, and the clock as it ticks. I hope to engage in the cliche midnight kiss and then fall blissfully asleep. Now THAT'S a nice way to begin a year. The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
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