Something's different ( Read more... )

It's rainy and icky outside.

I just spilled hot tea on my hand. It didn't burn me or anything. Not really. But it stung.
It felt really good.

Something tells me that should worry me.
I'd better go do my homework.

Stolen from several different people.
( Cruel, yet funny, yet stunningly accurate )

Last night I dreamed that I was eating parts of my father's face. They were dry and tasted like bile.
Now I've been queasy all morning and can't get the images out of my head.
WTF does that mean??

Thank you, Subconscious. I really wanted that kind of dream to start out my morning.
Bleah.

I don't often write poems, because I don't think I'm very good at it. But this one's at least decent enough to show to another living soul. Cut for length (not that the poem's long, just the format).

( Here )

This isn't my day. I've been threatened by a psycho anime boy and totally dissed by a Borg chick.

I guess it still beats the usual grind.

( This is what Sybil looks like )

Must not eat all the ice cream in the freezer. Must not eat all the ice cream in the freezer.

Everyone seems very irritable at Sages today. I feel as though I must have missed something very significant.
Well, okay, there is one conflict that I understand what's happening and why. But there's a lot of free-floating snark around, too.
I'm just going to sit here quietly with my notebook and write an outline for my Shakespeare report.

I found some drawings yesterday. They're from my freshman art class; we had an assignment to do a series of self-portraits.

This one's a full-body sketch of me. I don't actually have a skirt like that, although I'd like one.
( Me )