So, hi.
Look, I'm updating.
Um...shit, I guess people should update when they have things to say. Right.
So Muds and I are talking again, which is pretty awesome. Fighting with your best friend sucks. God, I sure had missed someone punching me at regular intervals.
Working for Mr. Ruthven is still cool. I kind of miss the record store, but bitching at people because they have no taste is more Muds' thing, so...whatever. I spend a lot of time in the library, which was easier when it actually had chairs.
Graduation is coming up really soon...it's gonna be so fucking weird not to see Henry in school next year, or Derek. Nobody's really going anywhere, though...I guess the vortex of weird sort of keeps everyone sucked in.
I think tomorrow I'm gonna go chalk the town square again. Some old lady gave me the finger last time. That was fucking amazing.
So people should come hang out with me, I guess, is what I'm saying. Or something.
I did my poem for Mr. Keating. I did this like...fairy tale thing, and I got almost the whole way through it before I realized it didn't end right. But whatever, I wasn't going to write another one. Fuck that noise.
Uh...ok, done now.
((Look, I'm OOC! Apparently I MISSED A MEMEWAGON, wtf. So if for whatever reason you REALLY REALLY want to know what Liz thinks of your character, respondevous. Or, you know, don't.))
Um...shit, I guess people should update when they have things to say. Right.
So Muds and I are talking again, which is pretty awesome. Fighting with your best friend sucks. God, I sure had missed someone punching me at regular intervals.
Working for Mr. Ruthven is still cool. I kind of miss the record store, but bitching at people because they have no taste is more Muds' thing, so...whatever. I spend a lot of time in the library, which was easier when it actually had chairs.
Graduation is coming up really soon...it's gonna be so fucking weird not to see Henry in school next year, or Derek. Nobody's really going anywhere, though...I guess the vortex of weird sort of keeps everyone sucked in.
I think tomorrow I'm gonna go chalk the town square again. Some old lady gave me the finger last time. That was fucking amazing.
So people should come hang out with me, I guess, is what I'm saying. Or something.
I did my poem for Mr. Keating. I did this like...fairy tale thing, and I got almost the whole way through it before I realized it didn't end right. But whatever, I wasn't going to write another one. Fuck that noise.
Uh...ok, done now.
((Look, I'm OOC! Apparently I MISSED A MEMEWAGON, wtf. So if for whatever reason you REALLY REALLY want to know what Liz thinks of your character, respondevous. Or, you know, don't.))