So. Bored.
Long, long-ass day. I ended up spending eight hours on the road, and I didn't even get that CD burned because my computer was being a little bitch (it has eaten no less than five blank CDs in two days). It was going to be awesome, too; I had everything on that CD, from Cake to Nirvana to Fuel to Blues Traveler, but...
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Long, long-ass day. I ended up spending eight hours on the road, and I didn't even get that CD burned because my computer was being a little bitch (it has eaten no less than five blank CDs in two days). It was going to be awesome, too; I had everything on that CD, from Cake to Nirvana to Fuel to Blues Traveler, but...
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The update:
-Dad and I looked at digital cameras for me for Christmas tonight. I'm really in love with the Canon Powershot Pro1, but it's still a tossup between that and the Nikon Coolpix 8400. We'll have to see. (More info in the photography group.)
-Tomorrow I drive to Lynchburg to pick my sister up from school. Highly excited. I've downloaded a bunch of new...
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-Dad and I looked at digital cameras for me for Christmas tonight. I'm really in love with the Canon Powershot Pro1, but it's still a tossup between that and the Nikon Coolpix 8400. We'll have to see. (More info in the photography group.)
-Tomorrow I drive to Lynchburg to pick my sister up from school. Highly excited. I've downloaded a bunch of new...
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t3chmonkey:
Dear Cavatica,
Jesus Shit And His Awkward Erection, Cavatica! I can smell your problems from a mile away, and I'm not even talking about your menstrual fluids. I'm talking about your serious trust issues.
How about you you reference this as some of my past work, practice falling into a friends arms a few times, test the laws of physics and ask your parents not to die on you ever and get back me to me when you're ready work out some of your messed up shit.
By the way, this is will also be posted in my log, and all transcripts will be subject to public scrutiny and future book deals.
Jesus Shit And His Awkward Erection, Cavatica! I can smell your problems from a mile away, and I'm not even talking about your menstrual fluids. I'm talking about your serious trust issues.
How about you you reference this as some of my past work, practice falling into a friends arms a few times, test the laws of physics and ask your parents not to die on you ever and get back me to me when you're ready work out some of your messed up shit.
By the way, this is will also be posted in my log, and all transcripts will be subject to public scrutiny and future book deals.
Holy shit, I'm in a foul mood. Nothing would be more gratifying for me right now than to destroy a few livelihoods and sink my fangs into some naked, innocent little souls; to tear into them with clawing hands and burning words, to crush them into oblivion and be glad they're gone, knowing that I was the one who killed them. No more of this...
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manchester_black:
Oh god, I remember being there a few months ago with a project in school that some of my other clessmates turned into a piece of garbage I was embarrassed to be a part of. I think the words I used to describe the feeling these people left me with was something along the lines of ' A rancor brought about by the feeling of something like a million slivers buried just far enough under my skin for me to not be able to pull out'. God, I hated those people so much
nuthou5e:
That was hot.
impossible to sleep
when I'm full of distant who-knows-whens
nostalgic and undrowsy
curled, bare-legged, in fabric arms--
the only ones who'd have me--
submerged in sultry rhythms
of melodic retrospection:
strangers all, untouchable
so I must make my own lullabies
spun from purest gray;
far too many voices
to fill these gaping memories
swallowed whole, unsavored
and eyes made dry from staring at reflections
of...
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when I'm full of distant who-knows-whens
nostalgic and undrowsy
curled, bare-legged, in fabric arms--
the only ones who'd have me--
submerged in sultry rhythms
of melodic retrospection:
strangers all, untouchable
so I must make my own lullabies
spun from purest gray;
far too many voices
to fill these gaping memories
swallowed whole, unsavored
and eyes made dry from staring at reflections
of...
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t3chmonkey:
Word.
I feels ya.
I feels ya.
So here's my big problem with my current music situation: I would really, really like to branch out into stuff that's outside of my usual pop/rock paradigm.
Thing is, while I find that I really like the rock attitude, I can't fucking abide the music. Oh, maybe a band will put out one or two songs I really like--and those are usually overplayed until...
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Thing is, while I find that I really like the rock attitude, I can't fucking abide the music. Oh, maybe a band will put out one or two songs I really like--and those are usually overplayed until...
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OMG THERES A SKINNY BOYS GROUP?!?!?!11elevenminusten
My soul is overwrought with ebullience! Elation courses in my veins! My heart pounds out music in my chest! Etcetera! Exclamation point!
Joyyy! *stimpy*
My soul is overwrought with ebullience! Elation courses in my veins! My heart pounds out music in my chest! Etcetera! Exclamation point!
Joyyy! *stimpy*
The first time I had been touched in so achingly long. Not a lot. Not even in the places where some might say it really matters. But fingers trailing along my back, slipping over my hips and neck and ass and all the good round places... I went to him, barefoot and shivering, at two in the morning, because I couldn't take it anymore, because...
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Leaving for home tomorrow. For a whole month.
Am ridiculously lonely just thinking about it.
Fuck.
Am ridiculously lonely just thinking about it.
Fuck.
New art!
Santianna: Golden #25
I'd've had this done a week ago if I hadn't had exams to deal with.
Stupid exams.
Sumatra gets drawn next! Stay tuned for sweet, sweet SuicideBoy ass. Mrowr. ;>
Santianna: Golden #25
I'd've had this done a week ago if I hadn't had exams to deal with.
Stupid exams.
Sumatra gets drawn next! Stay tuned for sweet, sweet SuicideBoy ass. Mrowr. ;>
t3chmonkey:
At first i thought that you had gotten some of her body proportions short until I checked out the picture. She looks exactly like that. You pegged it. You not only got it dead on, but you did a particularly good job with the feet and and her frontmost elbow. They're even better than perfect. You really don't need me to tell you this stuff, though. You're the real deal.
Did you show her your art? Has she said she digs it?
Did you read her entry today? Yowza. Makes me feel so ordinary.
Did you show her your art? Has she said she digs it?
Did you read her entry today? Yowza. Makes me feel so ordinary.
newark:
I was in San Jose for Texas Holdem / poker / gambling event
where did you do ?
I was in San Jose for Texas Holdem / poker / gambling event
where did you do ?
I wrote this back in October and cannot for the life of me figure out why I didn't post it here. I'm thinking I'll submit it to our school's literary magazine next semester. I generally don't write lower-case stream-of-consciousness like this, but I think my mood warranted it at the time. It's also--according to my poetry professor, whose advice I sought--got a few trouble spots...
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aegies:
that is a wonderfully disturbing mental picture to start the day with. nice poem by the way.
No more papers for this semester! I'm done! You hear me? FINISHED.
--Oh, except for that one three-pager I'm writing this weekend, but I'm basically doing that as extra credit and so I'm not counting it.
IT SHALL NOT IMPEDE MY DANCE OF VICTORY!
*victorydance*
--Oh, except for that one three-pager I'm writing this weekend, but I'm basically doing that as extra credit and so I'm not counting it.
IT SHALL NOT IMPEDE MY DANCE OF VICTORY!
*victorydance*
manchester_black:
The best thing about working is not worrying about papers and the like. the downside- it's work.
somethingstupid:
PEOPLE SPELL DEVELOP "DEVELOPE"??? I'm going to kill myself.
I am so, so, so tired. I went to the nurse today and she took my blood to test my hemoglobin. I have to go back in tomorrow at 8am to see the doctor. A friend of mine interrupted a nap (one of several I've had today) to come and hang out with me for a while, and he sat on the edge of my...
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t3chmonkey:
Hope one of those naps lands you your Zach Braff dreams.
So did we turn a debate into a spat? I don't know. Something about that I like more than a simple debate. What is it?
So did we turn a debate into a spat? I don't know. Something about that I like more than a simple debate. What is it?
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