Such is being a teenager. I was thinking about my graduation photos and then went off into a blind panic about something or other. I think it might be my cheeks. I really don't like them. This stage of self-deprecation will probably pass within a week. Argghhhhh ( Read more... )

What.

Is.

Wrong.

With.

Me???

Oh, god. Oh, my god. I'm not even capitalizing god. You think that you know what/who you want for once and then it craps in your face.... Stupid, stupid, stupid head. Stop talking yourself down. The good must outweigh the bad. But it's not. I wish I could write a poem.

I'm so tired. This weekend I must ( Read more... )

The far wall of the attic is lined with books ( Read more... )

I babysat, er...taught a bunch of grade eight cellists today at school. I felt as if I didn't really help them that much yet Mr. Leong says that I did a good job with them. I just felt annoying and stupid telling them what to do. I might even have to teach for a living to make money before the big break with writing. Samantha, sister of Chris was ( Read more... )

Well, I think that Cenza wrote the story about Lydia but she's not going to tell me ( Read more... )

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Connelly! I can't believe that she still has my journal with her. There are a lot of weird bits in there about my teenaged angst and my non-existant love life. It's probably safe with you, Connelly, since I talk about these matters with you quite often. Still, it's rather odd that Connelly has my journal at her house. There's a picture of me and my ( Read more... )

Hmmm....well, I think I might have to start reading "Jean de Florette" tonight. It achieved Royal Back-Burner Status this Christmas holiday, because I was busy with Writer's Craft and English and catching up on sleep ( Read more... )

Basic Stuff ( Read more... )