Guess who's back.... back again...
Shady's back.... tell a friend.
OH DEAR GOD!! NUUU!!
ANYWAY: I finally convinced my mum to let me go to Catalina Islands with my class at the end of the month, after being on my knees BEGGING for hours, it paid off after all! I'm psyched! Upon finding my poetry journal, i got a deviantART space so I don't flood this thing with too much poetry and all that... hopefully I'll remember to keep IT updated as well.
DeviantART-ness...
yesh, I am teh POET OF DARKNESS AND DOOM!!!!.... or so people tell me.... Oh damn, not being on Prozac for a year really can fuck things up for you, eh? Well anyway, Ian made a new journal today, I haven't read it yet, but he tells me he's writing all about how infatuated with me he is...
Remember Muffin, previous-journal-fans? Well-- uh.... I kinda sorta introduced her to Alan. He doesn't seem very corrupted, but the poor guy spent all night last night answering questions like, "WHAT is your type? WHAT turns you on? WHAT ..." personal shit like that... well he feels my pain, I suppose. He mentioned this morning that she should be in the FBI-- my exact thoughts. She's so interrogetive, I could shoot my foot and LAUGH.
Ach.. and she just HAS to go parading around the fact I can write a few poems about darkness and lonliness and pain and depression and hate and... *goes on*
But of course, I like critique, it's just that most of HER friends just say words like "good" and "nice"... but like her, I demand a bit of detail: WHAT THE HELL WAS SO NICE, THE POEM WAS ABOUT RAPE.
-Lillian