it is true, i do have a livejournal
yes, the hero has returned! for how long, i do not know.
life has been satisfactory. I live in a house with a bunch of stinky boys. i had some shit stolen, most notably my computer. all in all i can't complain. can't find a job though.
i spend my time sleeping and i don't know what else. i have silly stories i'm supposed to write for class, and somehow they always mean more than i meant them to, maybe. poems and stories.
romantic poets and ghosts. and italian. so my classes are generally pretty good. just motions. loco motions.
i'm going to take a class on detective and mystery stories. i want to try to write a noir, maybe for my upcoming novella. i have to write a novella these next 2 quarters, and i'm kind of scared because i never think things through. i just start and see where i end up, and i don't know if that will work for something so long.
love life is... well it is. or probably isn't now. either way, i'm unchanged.
i have a big four post bed, and it's beautiful and old and squeaky and when i flop down on it, it flops right back up. i only have one window. and one door. two desk chairs though.
and a beautiful stainless steel tea pot my momma bought me when she came to visit. i use it alot because i enjoy tea while i sit here, but the handle is steel too, and it gets hot and is not practical.
faithful readers, i hope life finds you well. i will return to the great state of texas come xmas time. most likely to do fireworkings, but there's the ever so slight possibility that i may come back here early. you know i've never had an actual new years celebration for like 7 years? work work worrk -- pshh, yeah right...
life has been satisfactory. I live in a house with a bunch of stinky boys. i had some shit stolen, most notably my computer. all in all i can't complain. can't find a job though.
i spend my time sleeping and i don't know what else. i have silly stories i'm supposed to write for class, and somehow they always mean more than i meant them to, maybe. poems and stories.
romantic poets and ghosts. and italian. so my classes are generally pretty good. just motions. loco motions.
i'm going to take a class on detective and mystery stories. i want to try to write a noir, maybe for my upcoming novella. i have to write a novella these next 2 quarters, and i'm kind of scared because i never think things through. i just start and see where i end up, and i don't know if that will work for something so long.
love life is... well it is. or probably isn't now. either way, i'm unchanged.
i have a big four post bed, and it's beautiful and old and squeaky and when i flop down on it, it flops right back up. i only have one window. and one door. two desk chairs though.
and a beautiful stainless steel tea pot my momma bought me when she came to visit. i use it alot because i enjoy tea while i sit here, but the handle is steel too, and it gets hot and is not practical.
faithful readers, i hope life finds you well. i will return to the great state of texas come xmas time. most likely to do fireworkings, but there's the ever so slight possibility that i may come back here early. you know i've never had an actual new years celebration for like 7 years? work work worrk -- pshh, yeah right...