Stayed home again, and it's so nice. I took Echo and girl goddess #9 downstairs and curled up on the couch, sipping chamomile tea and watching Fantasia. Then Yell (who was also staying home) came down and we watched my old modeling video and her karaoke ones. We also watched the extra features of Long Way Round (EWANLOVE TIMES SIXTY KATRILLION OH ( Read more... )

Sometimes I read something that just makes me go, why do I care about high school? Why do I care about college? Why do I ever do anything besides write?

Unfortunately this is not a good feeling to have when I still have to read two books and write three essays.

I just wish all my life could be like this summer, where I just lazed around and read ( Read more... )

My mother and I just got in a huge argument over my writing, that I won't show it to her. How do you explain to your mother that you are embarrassed by the very idea of her reading something of yours, that doing so is just opening yourself to ridicule and you fear nothing more than that (except perhaps bees and/or staircases, heh), and that you are ( Read more... )

I have to write an essay about Macbeth and finish my Cold War project! Therefore, I've decided to make a post about poetry. Is my logic not stunning? (Heh or just my procrastination. :-P)

I've been frustrated with my poetry lately-- for one, because I haven't been writing anything else (besides essays), and between school and just randomness I've ( Read more... )

Banquet was tonight; I got third place. I deserved first, dude! Not to be arrogant or anything, but I actually did well and okay let's face it, everyone else sucked. I bet it was the Bush jokes. We went to Barnes and Noble afterward, though, which was fun.

We have ants again, even though the man-who-kills-for-a-living exterminator came about three ( Read more... )

Though my New Year's resolutions are usually silly things like eat more papaya and get more socks (the latter of which I have actually accomplished, as everyone suddenly decided this year that I really like socks), in the last ten days or so three real, sirius ones have unexpectedly arisen. This leads me to question both if I'm actually maturing ( ( Read more... )

Why am I such a bad writer? I don't want to be a bad writer. I want to be a good writer. It's weird, though, because just yesterday I was so excited about this story I'm writing, and now it's just... bleh. Probably because I turned the idea in to Mrs. Karp. And my mom made fun of it. And, y'know, I'm an awful writer, and all that jazz.

BUT:
Seven ( Read more... )

Friends, beware: I am cranky. I will most likely continue to be cranky until about February. (Oh, holiday season, how I loathe you.)

I think you all know my position on the whole public Christmas orgy, so I'll leave it be, but let me just say: please. If your teachers hand out holiday activities (Christmas, Chanukah, Happy Zeus Day, I don't care- ( Read more... )