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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2005-01-10 - 8:35 p.m.
American Pie
"Well do you belive in rock and roll-
And can music save your mortal soul-
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?"
Short answer: Yes.
Long answer: Isn't that from "American Pie," and isn't that just a little too down-home cutsey for someone as hip as myself? And furthermore, I can't actually teach you "how to dance real slow." I've never known, but since most boys don't either, it's easy to fake. You just hold on to each other and sway back and forth. It's such a nice solution to the afforementioned problem that actual "dancing" died years ago. Well, except for in music videos, but that's unimportant- Beyonce is always the exception- never the rule.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
