the word of the day is "nuts", take it as you will... the cs floor sure did
my brother is buying me half a bob dylan ticket for my birthday!!! (the other half will be supplied by me!)
joanna newsom's album the milk-eyed mender it fucking awesome!!!
we are having an american astronaut party this weekend!!!
eoin and i are having a corny movie night on friday!!! (crying during the secret garden is a healthy thing, it is also proof that you are not a cyborg)
kathy is coming up to the fort!!!
i currently don't have the plague!!!
-above is a list of a few good things in my life that i am focusing on at the moment. at other moments when my thoughts wander and lose sight of these "lilies" they always seem to run slack-jawed and blind right into a giant bitch-slap of "midterms". to put it simply; school's got me a bit stressed out. for instance: i have a ten page short story due tomorrow... and while i know i can meet the page limit, and while i know what is going to happen in my story, i'm just not satisfied with anything that i am writing. the only thing that i feel 100% groovy about is that fact that one of my characters is albino, but that's just because i'm a freak and i have read way too much john irving (i actually consider it a huge achievement for me not to have put a midget in my story, but the night is still young.).
im actually really enjoying writing short fictions. i don't particularly think that it is my forte, but there is something selfless about it. when writing autobiographical poetry it always seems like i am almost suffocated by my own head and emotions. i admit that at times it can be very therapeutic... but god... sometimes even i get sick of me and my rantings. fiction is all about someone else. someone else that you create; that's true. but is amazing how quickly characters take on a life of their own, how quickly you feel like it will be them your failing if the story isn't right. i don't know know (here comes the bipolar section of my journal)... my rat has been chewing holes in my shoes... my mom has gotten herself a personal trainer, blond highlights, and i'm feeling old... friends are talking about marriage and divorce and i'm feeling young. I almost cried but ended up laughing at the image of the sperm with two tails who wanted to get somewhere so badly but he could only go in circles... there were other sperms that got lost and ended up trying to impregnate the first round thing they came in contact with, which happened to be a regular body cell... they reminded me of frat boys... go sex ed videos (and disjointed thoughts)!!!
Ummmm. there are other things to babble on about but really nothing much else to say. i have performed my lj duty and now i must be leaving you.
joanna newsom's album the milk-eyed mender it fucking awesome!!!
we are having an american astronaut party this weekend!!!
eoin and i are having a corny movie night on friday!!! (crying during the secret garden is a healthy thing, it is also proof that you are not a cyborg)
kathy is coming up to the fort!!!
i currently don't have the plague!!!
-above is a list of a few good things in my life that i am focusing on at the moment. at other moments when my thoughts wander and lose sight of these "lilies" they always seem to run slack-jawed and blind right into a giant bitch-slap of "midterms". to put it simply; school's got me a bit stressed out. for instance: i have a ten page short story due tomorrow... and while i know i can meet the page limit, and while i know what is going to happen in my story, i'm just not satisfied with anything that i am writing. the only thing that i feel 100% groovy about is that fact that one of my characters is albino, but that's just because i'm a freak and i have read way too much john irving (i actually consider it a huge achievement for me not to have put a midget in my story, but the night is still young.).
im actually really enjoying writing short fictions. i don't particularly think that it is my forte, but there is something selfless about it. when writing autobiographical poetry it always seems like i am almost suffocated by my own head and emotions. i admit that at times it can be very therapeutic... but god... sometimes even i get sick of me and my rantings. fiction is all about someone else. someone else that you create; that's true. but is amazing how quickly characters take on a life of their own, how quickly you feel like it will be them your failing if the story isn't right. i don't know know (here comes the bipolar section of my journal)... my rat has been chewing holes in my shoes... my mom has gotten herself a personal trainer, blond highlights, and i'm feeling old... friends are talking about marriage and divorce and i'm feeling young. I almost cried but ended up laughing at the image of the sperm with two tails who wanted to get somewhere so badly but he could only go in circles... there were other sperms that got lost and ended up trying to impregnate the first round thing they came in contact with, which happened to be a regular body cell... they reminded me of frat boys... go sex ed videos (and disjointed thoughts)!!!
Ummmm. there are other things to babble on about but really nothing much else to say. i have performed my lj duty and now i must be leaving you.