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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2005-02-18 - 7:04 p.m.
overactive brain
"Smells like teen spirit" is on the radio. I remember when this song just DID SOMETHING for me- like, I would get goosebumps when it came on. Now I'm older and realize that Nirvana was always kinda mediocre musically. I got rid of my copy of Nevermind ages ago, but once again, the past is always close at hand. I'm just glad I'm finally old enough to have a past. When I was little I was so melodramatic- when you don't even have two decades behind you the whole world seems to rise and fall on this one moment in time. But I think that's also something do do with being bipolar. There never was any future in my mind. Never. I just couldn't concieve of life beyond my bedroom. I thought I had a past, but it wasn't far enough away for me to see it clearly. Bear in mind I'm farsighted- both mentally and physically. You've noticed my reading glasses, no?
But lets talk about the present now. Now it's 7 on a Friday. I'm a bit tipsy from the cheap sangria I bought earlier. I'm starting to think that the best thing about living with my sister will be that it will put a cap on my drinking alone thing. It's really pathetic how much I drink- I don't think it's at the "problem" stage, just the "loser" stage.
Haha- self medicating is fun! I am so wraped up in my identity as a mentally ill person- god forbid I think of my drinking alone as a normal college thing... nooooo, I have to relate it to things that went wrong in my childhood and an inborn substance abuse problem and a chemical imbalence in my brain etc, etc.
Hmmm, while I'm in the present German today sucked. Don't think I did too well on the test, but had a nice conversation with Christen and Collin and Mark and Stephanie outside class afterwards. I live for meaningless interactions. I live for other people's love and aproval... fuck, there I go self-analzing again. Need more sangira... stop my overactive brain.
I wish my friends were as pathetic as I am. No one is online. Of my 9 AIM buddies, one is idle, one has an away message up announcing him to be out of town for the weekend, and the other 7 are out doing something worthwhile. I want an IM from anyone. Anyone, I don't care. You know how sometimes I go through phases where I don't want to talk to anyone? Well this is the opposite. I wanna talk to everyone. I have things I need to get off my chest that I will have no doubt forgotten by the time anyone contacts me.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
