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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2005-01-27 - 8:01 p.m.
movie intro to me
Ever imagine the part where you get introduced in the book/movie of your/someone eles's life. I often do. Like this morning.
The scene: An intustrial campusy building on a rainy day in central Texas. You see the rain, the bleak grayness of the day and the building- the camera pans over to a door, which swings open abruptly. A girl with shocking red hair strides out with equally shocking confidence and panache. She's dressed in all black except for a Mother-Mary-blue hooded rain coat. She pulls the hood up over the halo of her hair and, leaning under a miniscule overhang, struggles to light a cigarette.
And it goes on like that. That's one off my billion movie intro scenes that I think out to keep myself from getting too profoundly bored. I do, however, write literary introduction scenes for friends. Here's one I came up with today:
Casey was a reccurent bachelor and a wannabe widdower, but at the end of the day he was still grudgingly engaged to the same woman as the day before.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
