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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2005-02-20 - 10:19 p.m.
other people's diarys and my press-ons
Hmmm. I am much older and less pathetic than I thought. You see, I was feeling childish and pathetic, so I turned to my favorite panacea: Reading other people's blogs. The one that really made me feel better was the one featuring the prase "I hate school so much that I want school to die." Followed immediately by a sorrowful musing on why some other pubescent girl was no longer her best friend. Was I ever so young? At the rate I'm going I'll be completely un-melodramatic by the time I'm 30! Wooo-hoo!
Speaking of me being *cough-ahem* melodramatic, I just applied some press-on nails and painted them black. I feel like a sexy yet evil child of the night- precicely what I was going for!
And yet... there's this thing about long nails. Now I certainly don't own up to using press-ons. When people ask me where i got my nails done I just play along like they're 30 dollar acrylics. Long nails are glamourous- upper class. They say "I can have these because I never, ever have to do ANYTHING with my own hands!" And yet, when a plebeian like myself dons them they get in the way because I actually do have to use my hands. Like how I'm typing now and I keep hitting the wrong keys. Long nails are a lot like Chinese foot binding. Think about that.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
