ok, so i'm recovering. she's right, my portfolio is looking pretty monotonous, and it really does only appeal to a particular demographic. so now i'm working on slowly developing my writing into some other genres, eventually to culminate in a Jitterbug Perfume reminiscent story chronicalling an immortal serpent's ordeals from the Real Eve to ( Read more... )

so my mom just toatlly bashed my writing. not just one piece, but as a whole ( Read more... )

The Common Blue Butterfly is not always the striking blue one might presume. The more vibrant males only appears blue because of refracted light dancing off of infinitely minescule scales; all Common Blue Butterflies have spotted undersides rather reminiscent of a blacklight shining on a sprinkler. The females of the Polyommatus Icarus species ( Read more... )

Definitely not feeling Think Big at all. In the least. I'll end up having to bull shit it last minute... And I hate half assing my projects. The way I figure, she's giving us such a bunch of fucking bull shit during class time, so I don't really give much of a flying fuck anymore. I respect her greatly as a person, but I'm losing interest in her ( Read more... )

so this is his grand idea of a date, meant to make up for any absence on his part lately, and meant to win me over and make me swoon ( Read more... )

i had a surprisingly lovely evening with you-know-who. the costumes in Merchant of Venice were quite beautifully done...
and today is going to be john time/damage control. breakfast and Million Dollar Baby is the plan, so long as his parents let him go out. maybe a late working breakfast? who knows. i'm just glad that he's calmed down. he seems ( Read more... )

i'm still befuddled... everyone knows what happened on tuesday, i assume? well, i'm not feeling guilty yet, which i am pretty sure is a good sign. what troubles me, however, is that everyone seems to be trying to turn my state of confusion into one of shame. my friends seem to be trying to pressure me into perfect monogamy, but it's not something ( Read more... )

there is a traffic sign on the side of the road on my way to (and thus undeniably from) the school bus stop. it looks very different at different time and different times of year. right now it's yellow shine is glazed with layers of clumpy dirt, fallen leaves, and rabbit dung. i always appreciate a bit of irreverence ( Read more... )

despair is a bit funny ( Read more... )

mmm, last days of work are delicious ( Read more... )