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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2005-01-13 - 3:29 p.m.
novel
I realized I had been working on my novel for about four hours. I further realized that this obsessive streak had caused me to neglect basic bodily functions. I realized I was hungry as hell and needed to pee. I did. Now I'm further coming up for air. Getting online- getting out of my little literary bubble. I was prompted to do this after Jason called and he was like "how are you?" and I replied "great, but I'm worried because I just had Simpson rushed to the hospital and August is there too but I don't know what they'll do next." He was confused until he reailized I was talking about made-up story characters. I think I treat them like they're too real sometimes. If I start talking about them like they're present, then you should worry.
One further thought:
Why the hell is there no pie in this apartment?
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
