O.K., I was innocently trying to happen upon the live journals of people who are somewhat or wholly relevant to my life, but somehow, I very quickly wound up in a tangled, gnarly wood of misery, shielded identities and eating disorders. Blindly following a lineage of links, perusing a bread crumb trail through people's friends lists, and through ( Read more... )

Elaborate solo drum music is able to hold my attention for twenty minutes but not for four hours. After a while it stops sounding like music, or any semblance there of. Instead it is teeth chattering and feet stomping and insects rattling incessantly. It is like a dark, swirling tide rising and falling, tossing pebble's hard against the ground and ( Read more... )

Spider webs are amazing. Gossamer, filigree spider webs. Delicate and invisible, as pale as dust. So thin and ethereal that the wind really should spirit them away, make them dance like streamers or ghosts. It's a miracle they even manage to stay suspended, let alone that they are able to suspend darting,skittering eight-legged creatures and a host ( Read more... )

I haven't even a scrap of homework. ooh, dis, beat that ( Read more... )

Hm. I am enjoying this book 'Too Many Ghosts' to a large degree. I am utterly enamored with the title; it is the cutest, most endearing title I could ever imagine for a "full length novel about ghosts and a ghost breaker in an english castle." Oh man. Charismatic and such ( Read more... )

Oh man, today wasn't really that great in any respect. Except that it turns out I really like my english teacher, because she is nice and much more literate than Alberecht. And, other reasons ( Read more... )

Today was pretty good. It was Amanda's birthday. I left her super nifty card at home, but nutella happened at lunch. She wanted me to go the Scribe meeting with her and I wanted to accompany her as well. But I couldn't even go. I did promise to go with her to bother that teacher-one about it if she was too skittish/lonely to go by herself, however ( Read more... )

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It's not even porn.
Although I suspected as much.

Score! My mom said she will sign the open hour form even though she can't actually pick me up after sixth period. Hm. Oh well, I'm good at acting innocent and demure.

Also, my english teacher was talking about how some authors found the smell of rotting apples inspiring and so kept some in their desk drawers. Upsetting, or what?