The votes are in, the pieces are set, the metaphors are mixed and it's official. Katelyn and I will kick Sakuracon's ASS.
( Cosplay is the new black )

After waiting so long and suddenly being confronted with the update screen, I was at first alarmed, maybe apprehensive. My first instinct was to stonewall myself. I don't have anything to write about I immediately told myself-- then I realized that mazzy star was playing, there was a three fourths drank kahlua and cream next to the e-machines brand ( Read more... )

My shoes are what first put me in the mood to drive. They're nothing but a black and white pair of ratty chucks, and yet they catalyze this desire in me...
One glance at the clock confirms my suspicion. twelve-thirty ay-em, I say. The words swirl and coalesce in my mind: empty roads warded by solitary streetlights and above that, an empty universe ( Read more... )

Oh, crap. Isn't it just telling that I was sitting here in Salem, wallowing in my same old mud puddle, my head slung lown in my hands like a war veteran's heroic arm in a sling and I thought jeez, I should put on some musicAnd it was this damn song ( Read more... )

The dining room at Merril Gardens (The Burger King of old-folks homes, complete with tacky interior design, incompetent teenage staff and a catchy, consumer oriented slogan: Retirement Living Your Way!) has high backed chairs that, fulfilling the dreams of many kindergarteners, have wheels where their feet should be. At this particular moment in ( Read more... )

John Sparks, a willowy ESL Professor in one of the classes I take notes for said, "... And another thing I want to talk about is email," he intoned this in sinister tones for someone with consideration draped around every syllable he utters, "now some of you are familiar with a sort of internet english that you use in emails and well, maybe that's ( Read more... )

( excerpts from the paper journals, September - December 2004 )

Rather than mastering my will and summing my courage to face the new day, I've just gotten really good at turning off my alarm clock with my feet.

If I was currently in possesion of my camera, I would post a picture of my existential meaninglessness face, because I find it hillarious.

Wa.

( Needless Lj cut. )

Here I am, a monument, in my own mind, to inefficiency of thought and action. I think my final paper for world lit. reads more like the introduction to a real paper, but I'm willing to concede to my ego's rational voice, telling me, what else did you expect with the under the wire two and a half hours this morning that you gave yourself? I guess I' ( Read more... )