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 - 11:18 a.m.
I need a job
Okay- last night I wanted to go out, but couldn't foot the damn 3 dollar cover charge at Elysium. I have hit a whole 'nuther level of pathetic. Thus, I need a job. Employment will not only earn me money, but lend some structure to my life which lately is far too bohemian for its own good. Here's a hypothetical example day to prove my point:
I wake up late-
Drink coffee, smoke cigarette, don't eat breakfast because I spent my money on coffee and cigarettes instead of food-
Lay on the floor listening to the Cure-
"Work" on novel-
Do some art-
Try to find a way to make my ramen lunch more exciting... make an impromptu sauce out of penut butter, and old garlic clove, some packets of soy-sauce I jacked from The Firebowl and some of that cooking sherry that I keep drinking even though it tastes like cooking sherry... but the sauce is not too bad, if I do say so myself-
Get online for a few hours-
Study for a few minutes-
Masturbate-
Read magazine-
Work on novel some more-
Start drinking in the late afternoon-
Read for Art History class, take notes that make no sense later because I'm tipsy-
IM Jason-
Read the Bible-
Fall asleep.
It's one helluva life I lead, and yeah, I think I could use some more structure. I find that when I'm underchallenged and underbooked I quit caring about/doing anything. For some reason I'm more likely to spend an afternoon studying after a morning of work than after a morning of laying on the floor listening to the Cure. What up with that?
As for the other reason I need a job, that's a big incentiive. There are only so many ways you can make ramen exciting and only so many times you can drink 2 dollar sangria without puking. Beyond that, I have greed. I want a damn iPod. I suffer from MP3 player envy. I also want a metals saw so I can do more of my work at home. I want another tub of hair dye because I'm almost out... then again, maybe my future boss will not be down with the pink-haired thing. I dunno. But I also want to pay cover at places and go out on Saturday nights and fill up my car with gas. So yeah, I need a job.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
