A revelation and general updating.
Till Lindemann really has bad stage presence.
Anyways, moving right along...
Actually, I'm tired. A semi-bulleted list for you. Elaborations will come later if ever.
--I finished Mark Z. Danielewski's The Whalestoe Letters. It was really moving. I wish my mom cared that much.
--I'm not selling my Jeep. Simon now shares my love of Jeepness. We're going to try to replace his car instead...as far as I know and from what I've gathered from our conversations on the matter.
--I've written two stories for my Fiction class thus far. One is a brutal maiming whose exposition was severely limited by page number restrictions. The second was a love story set in Paris. The next three, in no particular order, will be a)the story of Joan of Arc's execution as told from the perspective of the stake to which she was tied...or possibly from the perspective of the crucifix she had held before her as she burned..., b)a post-humous portrait of an old woman as told by her funeral attendees, and c)a (sort of)comparison of a child soldier on a medieval battlefield and a child soldier on a futuristic, post-apocalyptic-ish battlefield.
--Simon and I are pretty damned poor. But we'll be okay. I have plans. We have plans. Everything's going to be fine.
--I'm Dr. Paquette's bitch; and now every in the Atrium knows it.
Anyways, moving right along...
Actually, I'm tired. A semi-bulleted list for you. Elaborations will come later if ever.
--I finished Mark Z. Danielewski's The Whalestoe Letters. It was really moving. I wish my mom cared that much.
--I'm not selling my Jeep. Simon now shares my love of Jeepness. We're going to try to replace his car instead...as far as I know and from what I've gathered from our conversations on the matter.
--I've written two stories for my Fiction class thus far. One is a brutal maiming whose exposition was severely limited by page number restrictions. The second was a love story set in Paris. The next three, in no particular order, will be a)the story of Joan of Arc's execution as told from the perspective of the stake to which she was tied...or possibly from the perspective of the crucifix she had held before her as she burned..., b)a post-humous portrait of an old woman as told by her funeral attendees, and c)a (sort of)comparison of a child soldier on a medieval battlefield and a child soldier on a futuristic, post-apocalyptic-ish battlefield.
--Simon and I are pretty damned poor. But we'll be okay. I have plans. We have plans. Everything's going to be fine.
--I'm Dr. Paquette's bitch; and now every in the Atrium knows it.