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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2005-04-08 - 6:32 p.m.
Ducks, burritos, sunburn and the other accoutrements of skipping class
I couldn't sleep last night due to that usual lying-prone-in-the-dark-watching-the-clock-tick-my-life-away angst as well as my ever thrilling dream life. This caused me to sleep in today. When I finally awoke I saw that there was no way in Hell I would make it to German on time so I said "screw it" and was leisurely about brewing coffee and eating breakfast. I got dressed, slathered on sunscreen and walked to the river by way of the library. I checked out a book to read as I sat in the green grass then went and did just that. I read and swam and laughed and played. I saw plenty of people who I kind of know but don't really know. One of them now owes me 4 bucks. Another 5.50. We wanted burritos but of course no one but me would be stupid enough to try to carry a wallet in her swimsuit in the park, so I footed them. I'd damn well better be paid back- you know, 'cause I'm a bitch like that.
You might be wondering why I would lend anyone money in the first place since I seldom do that. I had just been petting a baby duck and well- if your heart doesn't turn to goo after petting a baby duck... you must not be human. That seems like a great con scheme. Baby ducks are so cute that I'm sure someone could take my whole wallet but so long as he had a baby duck in his hand I couldn't be too upset.
Speaking of the baby duck, I was so busy playing with it that I didn't even notice when I began to develop a HORRIBLE sunburn. I haven't had a sunburn like this in years. On the walk home from the river I stopped in the grocery store and got a huge vat of aloe vera gel. I am now sitting in my apartment topless, smearing the stuff over my back at 5-minute intervals. The saddest part about all this is that I was wearing a shirt, a hat and SPF 45 sunblock all at once. Yup, all of that and I still got sunburned. People always think it's cool that my family are natural blondes and redheads, but no- it is very NOT COOL. In fact, right now it's painful.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
