Last night, Michelle and I started an emo band. Our name is 'Sliding Towards Sir.' To compensate for the lack of numbers in our band name, in emo fashion, we are having names that are numbers. I am 6. Michelle is 5. Brendan is 8. It signifies the fact that the Man gives us all numbers, and doesn't know us for who we truly are, man. We practiced our ( Read more... )

I am creating an exquisite corpse in my journal.

It isn't as gross as you think, and I need your help.

An exquisite corpse is a kooky Oulipo invention. I think. Well, anyway. The way it usually works is that you write a line of a poem and enjamb it, so that one word is on the next 'line'. Then, you fold the paper over the line, leaving the last ( Read more... )

I'm out of my fucking mind.

I just signed up for NaNoWriMo.

I am SO. HUNGRY ( Read more... )

GUESS WHO I JUST GOT A CALL FROM?!

Richard Malone, with the Richmond County Orchestra. You might remember him from this post. I'm a mixture of thoroughly amused and very upset. Halfway through the phone call, he started saying stuff about how he's ACTually the personell manager for TWO orchestras, so he's SORry for the misunderSTANding. Self- ( Read more... )

procrastinating more ( Read more... )

So today's been the day from hell ( Read more... )

holy. fuckin. shit.

I hate papers.

Procrastinaaaaatiooooooooon.

I'm going to go soon, to get some food, and then come back for more paper fun, YAY!

It looks like I'm definitely going to get this done, but whatever. I need to pee! and I also need to take my cipro, BOO. I hate my cipro. I only have 2 days of invincibility left, and that makes me sad.

Cinco de Mayo ( Read more... )