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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2004-12-29 - 11:31 p.m.
rotten foodstufffs
Have you ever left something in your fridge for so long that it goes past stinking? Not that it never begins to stink- it does, but at some point it becomes so decayed it stops stinking. Like roadkill after about a week. I was just cleaning out a bowl that I made a lovely Asian peanut sauce in a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. First it was delicious, then it was stinky, then it was fuzzy, but after a while the fuzz started to go away- like there wasn't anything left that would intrest the young spores. Like small-town kids leaving their parents for the big city, I think the mold-children drifted to that sweet potato in the corner. I really don't know why I bought it- I don't even like sweet potatoes. It just looked nice in the store, and it looks even nicer in its dress of green. You see, the reason I habitually let things in my fridge go bader than bad is that the jr. scientist in me delights in seeing the new lifeforms I can create. I watch their progress, occassionally poke and prod them- that sort of thing. I love it when something unexpected happens. Like when I accidently sloshed a few drops of milk into the already molding peanut sauce. The colors that erupted from it a few days later were phenomenal.
At this point you may be wondering why, after having so much fun, I finally bid adeiu to both my peanut sauce and my sweet potato. Although i have fun with my moldy foods and would be able to produce my own pennicillin should I ever need it, I'm afraid it's a matter of the heart. I always promised I would never alter my behavior for a member of the opposite sex, but Jason's been a bit wary about eating at my house lately. Last time he opened my fridge to procure a soda, he said he felt genuinely nauseous. Although I love my inedible foodstuffs, he has established that enough is enough, and I love him more than any fungus. So this is my tribute. I say farewell to thee, peanut sauce and sweet potato! You shall be missed- not only by me, but also by your not-yet-thrown-away friends, the rock-hard parmesan and the dried out carrots. We mourn together!
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
