Finally, I update!
Meme. Ganked off Laurel?
The first five people to respond to this post, will get some form of art, by me, about [or tailored to] them. I make no guarantees about quality or type (or time that it takes to get to you), but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you, so if you get a mixed CD or some sort of painting doodle, yours is the only one like it.
The only catch, of course; as with most memes, if you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well.
Be warned, if you SIGN YOSELF UP, you're likely going to get a mix cd or a random bit of poetry or something. I WARNED JOO.
I have been feeling overcast all damn week, and it has just lifted (maybe) after a rant courtesy of mai bud, Lazzet. LOVE YA BABE-EH.
I wrote this not three seconds after my liddle spirit-ums vomited up all of its cloudy grey unhappiness:
Problematic shards of something
Floating in plasma-filled veins
Splinter and catch and cause Issues
(Even heartbreak, sometimes)
But with you in my arms
And my heart in your hands
We are as one and decide
Splendidly
That we can deal with them-
Tomorrow.
Went to the movies last Saturday with Sam-uel, his big brother, and a comrade from CT. The movie was crazy-intense, being a Jet Li movie. They crammed as many fight scenes into it as possible, but, luckily, I like watching people get their ass kicked with manly finesse. If it's in movies. Fun stuff, considering the BOYS couldn't find my house and my father was making it as difficult as passing a kidney stone. I finally escaped and trotted down to the mouth of our iddle caul-de-sac, whereupon Samuel jumped off a car roof at me. After much adjusting and climbing over seats, we set off, and a good time was had by all.
Am a bit distressed, what with college and family and school and all, the issue mainly being that my cloudy disposition as of late caused me to...slack, shall we say, in my schoolwork. This means I have a hectic weekend ahead of me-
SPEAKING of which, I had the algebra-paper-influenza on Monday, emerging out of it with a 26-page paper on the dangers of smoking to women and children. Did you know that women who smoke experience menopause an average of two years before women who are smoke-free? I didn't either, and I'm pretty sure my math teacher didn't. Hopefully he'll be too grossed out by the mass detail to give me anything less than an A.
I asked Josh-ua to homecoming, and he is to be my Man of the Night, provided I can find a dress. Goddamnit, but now I have money! All I need now are some wheels.
Did I mention that I fucked up my schedule last week? I thought I was working Sunday, but I was supposed to work Friday and Saturday. I was at Drama during Saturday morning, when all of a sudden dad comes pelting up to the doors of the school and I find out that I have to be at work right around, oh, I'd say now? So I hopped in the car and off we went. The weird thing was, nobody was even angry at me for it- Deb just told me to make double sure I didn't mess up next time. Weird? Needless to say, I have triply checked my schedule this week, and all is well.
Weekend plans involve trotting up to the shop to buy AAA-batteries for my calculator and god knows what else, along with going to the bank to get me some cash monies. Homework, too. Lots and lots of that shit.
I'm going to have my college essay checked out on Tuesday, and I'm going to work on some college applications this weekend, along with calling people to make monetary arrangements with college. Joy.
Also currently making mix cds- topics include love, lust, anger, bouncy, content, blah blah blah, I've no idea, but I'm doing the love one first and it's turning out well. I figure I'd may as well get all this music off my pc so I don't have to transfer it when I get a laptop.
By the way, to anyone who's interested, the emotional-angst-crap from last post has been settled and is now happy. No worries. La.
The end.
The first five people to respond to this post, will get some form of art, by me, about [or tailored to] them. I make no guarantees about quality or type (or time that it takes to get to you), but I will assure that I will give it good effort and that the art will be individual to you, so if you get a mixed CD or some sort of painting doodle, yours is the only one like it.
The only catch, of course; as with most memes, if you sign up, you have to put this in your own journal as well.
Be warned, if you SIGN YOSELF UP, you're likely going to get a mix cd or a random bit of poetry or something. I WARNED JOO.
I have been feeling overcast all damn week, and it has just lifted (maybe) after a rant courtesy of mai bud, Lazzet. LOVE YA BABE-EH.
I wrote this not three seconds after my liddle spirit-ums vomited up all of its cloudy grey unhappiness:
Problematic shards of something
Floating in plasma-filled veins
Splinter and catch and cause Issues
(Even heartbreak, sometimes)
But with you in my arms
And my heart in your hands
We are as one and decide
Splendidly
That we can deal with them-
Tomorrow.
Went to the movies last Saturday with Sam-uel, his big brother, and a comrade from CT. The movie was crazy-intense, being a Jet Li movie. They crammed as many fight scenes into it as possible, but, luckily, I like watching people get their ass kicked with manly finesse. If it's in movies. Fun stuff, considering the BOYS couldn't find my house and my father was making it as difficult as passing a kidney stone. I finally escaped and trotted down to the mouth of our iddle caul-de-sac, whereupon Samuel jumped off a car roof at me. After much adjusting and climbing over seats, we set off, and a good time was had by all.
Am a bit distressed, what with college and family and school and all, the issue mainly being that my cloudy disposition as of late caused me to...slack, shall we say, in my schoolwork. This means I have a hectic weekend ahead of me-
SPEAKING of which, I had the algebra-paper-influenza on Monday, emerging out of it with a 26-page paper on the dangers of smoking to women and children. Did you know that women who smoke experience menopause an average of two years before women who are smoke-free? I didn't either, and I'm pretty sure my math teacher didn't. Hopefully he'll be too grossed out by the mass detail to give me anything less than an A.
I asked Josh-ua to homecoming, and he is to be my Man of the Night, provided I can find a dress. Goddamnit, but now I have money! All I need now are some wheels.
Did I mention that I fucked up my schedule last week? I thought I was working Sunday, but I was supposed to work Friday and Saturday. I was at Drama during Saturday morning, when all of a sudden dad comes pelting up to the doors of the school and I find out that I have to be at work right around, oh, I'd say now? So I hopped in the car and off we went. The weird thing was, nobody was even angry at me for it- Deb just told me to make double sure I didn't mess up next time. Weird? Needless to say, I have triply checked my schedule this week, and all is well.
Weekend plans involve trotting up to the shop to buy AAA-batteries for my calculator and god knows what else, along with going to the bank to get me some cash monies. Homework, too. Lots and lots of that shit.
I'm going to have my college essay checked out on Tuesday, and I'm going to work on some college applications this weekend, along with calling people to make monetary arrangements with college. Joy.
Also currently making mix cds- topics include love, lust, anger, bouncy, content, blah blah blah, I've no idea, but I'm doing the love one first and it's turning out well. I figure I'd may as well get all this music off my pc so I don't have to transfer it when I get a laptop.
By the way, to anyone who's interested, the emotional-angst-crap from last post has been settled and is now happy. No worries. La.
The end.