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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2005-02-13 - 8:02 p.m.
writing and german
Once again on Friday afternoon I said "I'm going to study German like crazy this weekend," and once again I did not. Now it's Sunday night and I'm just getting down to the workbook. Lame. And do we have a quiz tomorrow? I hope not.
I'm disapointed because no one I want to talk to is online right now but at the same time that's good- it lets me do more German homework. Oh, and in case you're wondering why I'm so behind, it's because I spent too long working on my stupid novel today. Chapter one is looking doneish, though, so I'm proud.
Today there was an eviction notice blowing around the parking lot. It was for number 210, but the wind must have blown it off. I considered picking it up and re-affixing it to the door, but I figure the people know they're being kicked out. Then I considered keeping it for myself. I have a bizzare fetish for things like that. I love finding reminder cards for other people's doctor apointments on the ground. It's like how I love reading stranger's blogs. I'm like a less intrusive peeping tom. Nah, maybe I'm just a tortured writer. Same odd obsessiveness, but it sounds more creative and less pathological.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
