I haven't had much to say, lately - I apologize. I've been rather caught up in my schoolwork, and then Byron got sick and moved out, and my mother has been being intensely disagreeable lately. In general, not the best overall situation, and I've been mostly curled up reading and sleeping and not at all inclined to talk to anybody ( Read more... )

I have agreed to go to the dance with mad_byron, since he did so want to go. Now I am faced with the dilemma of what to wear... and feel utterly like a girl when I say that. I suppose the philosophy is that if I must go, I might as well look good doing it. Agh... but there will be so many people there. And look, I'm stressing already. I'll be fine. ( Read more... )

Posting one's schedule on here seems to be all the rage, though I might be a little behind. In any case, it's here, if you care to look at it ( Read more... )

More inspiration, more poetry. Things are looking up ( Read more... )

I feel so stifled, hemmed in by schedules and rules and regulations. There's a constant war between the things I'd like to be doing and the things that I, according to school and society, must do. I mean, if it were up to me, I'd spend the day dreaming by the lake, making paper boats and watching them bob along the water as I lay on the soft grass ( Read more... )

All you people write about are bitchy neighbours and poetry magazines. While I admit that literature is all fine and lovely, it's nothing without inspiration, if you know what I mean.

You're all prurient voyeurs deep down inside, I know, so I'm not going to give you the lowdown unless you ask. And if you do, you're admitting that you're a creep. (gini_woolf ( Read more... )

I have a "date" tonight. Dear Byron has invited me over for dinner. Somehow, considering his reputation, our previous encounters, and my own desires, well... I had best eat before I go, I think ( Read more... )

People these days simply don't appreciate beauty. Everything is so sterilized and ritualized; attraction is criticized. Pleasure is confused with vice. We are all too serious about the wrong things, and not serious enough about the things that truly matter ( Read more... )