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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2005-02-03 - 5:51 a.m.
more earliness
So I get on AIM, just to check the away messages other people left before they went to sleep for the night. I see that one of my friends is online, and think about sending him the concise message "Are you insane? It's 5 a.m. What the fuck are you doing online?" Then I remember that it's the pot calling the kettle black and decide not to do it. Of course, I do have a point... mmm- if only that point was a donut... it would go so well with my coffee.
But seriously, all ungodly earliness aside, I'm in a pretty terrific mood. I got a message (with a middle of the night time-stamp, no less) announcing that Dr. Housefield's wife has gone into labor and there will be no class today. Hurrah! Of course the downside is that his is my 11 o'clock class. My 8 o'clock is still meeting. Still meeting and still expecting me to turn in stuff I need to be working on right this second. Does this shit never end?
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
