I am not at school right now, as you may-or-may-not have noticed. Anyway, the reason for this is that last night a track meet happened. It was exhausting enough in its own right, but other stuff happened afterwards that was bad and tireig. Plus, I have a cold. I probably obtained while standing in that fucking cross country uniform in the middle of ( Read more... )

Edgar Allen Poe's life was like fiction. Morose,bleak,far-fetched fiction. Like his fiction,actually. How can so many bad things have happened to one man? I don't know wheather to feel grateful,horrified or terrified. Has anyone read that book 'The Man Who Was Poe'? I like that book. Or at least, I dimly recall that I did when I read it, but that ( Read more... )

It's story time folks, gather round ( Read more... )

There is paper EVERYWHERE. Or, there was, at least. It was like a snow storm in the computer room. Moats of paper underfoot, and some extra flurries of it drifting idaly to rest just to mix things up a bit. This is going to take for fucking ever to get in order ( Read more... )

Oh, man. This website I am scrutinizing needs to fire their webmasters with a squad. Well, not really. Capitol punishment=devil spawn. But,still. I could fix the major gaps in their webpage in about 2 seconds, and I pretty much know comparitively nothing about HTML. Ouch. Not that you care, or me, for that matter. I mean; I don't care,really. I ( Read more... )

I feel like the ancient Greeks have implimented a special form of torture on me, or else someone is emulating them very well. Those crazy archaic Greek gods, with their birds that like eating liver, and their unatainable,plump fruits and undrinkable,glistening pools ( Read more... )

The Iowa City football team is so mature that the locker room where the opposing team changes is painted pink. Did you know that? It's supposed to be demoralizing; but hopefully, it just makes them be cheerful and lovey-dovey, and it would definitely be a good environment for a gay football player to come out to his pals.

I love rain. I love the fresh, cloying scent of rain and the aftermath of rain. I love puddles and crying trees and damp, dead leaves and being the only one there when not even the sparrows and the squirrles will come out. I do not, however, savor the experience of getting up at 7:30 un a Saterday to run in dizzying circles around the track when ( Read more... )

My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haulamazingwombat goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as a ghost trick or treating as a girl.allemande_right tricks you! You get a scratched CD.crimsonsharpie gives you 3 red root beer-flavoured gummy worms.democrats_rock tricks you! You lose 2 pieces of candy!gaeanewt gives you 14 light orange passionfruit-flavoured ( Read more... )

Five tear-shaped seeds in the cross section of an apple.

A rotound middle aged man with kinky flaxen hair and a face contorted in frustration, standing at the side of the road in a black shirt, a black kilt fanning about his knees.

Yes Shame Theatre and endless dots.