"It occurs to me that blogging is really good at capturing some emotions, and not quite as good at capturing others. Joy is one of the ones it’s harder to pin down afterwards - it’s like sticking a pin through a captive butterfly and wondering why it isn’t as beautiful as when it was fluttering crookedly in the sunlight ( Read more... )

so i'm thinking of having a cool person party on the fourth of july! and you're all invited! let me know if y'all can come...

and there can be food! and there can be flammable objects! and there can be cannons and large buckets of water to douse said flammable objects!

so to celebrate father's day darach and i went on a usual 16-miler bike ride with the padre. it was AWESOME. it was KICKASS. it KICKEd my ASS as my ASS is now GRASS. bike riding does funny things to me. i get all gung ho and exercise-y and jumpy and i tend to punch my brother a lot more and squint. since he's quite a bit larger ( Read more... )

My father told me today that the fact I was playing solitaire while waiting for the internet to dial-up was equivalent if not worse than if I had been doing drugs ( Read more... )

XV ( Read more... )

( personal reference due to lack of internet )

so my sidewalk show is tomorrow, which probably doesn't meet a whole helluva a lot to those IB tested folks, but man am I nervous/excited. when i grow up, i'm going to have a house like the art room. it's possibly the best room in the world.

fluffy umbergiss says: "what the fuck is going on?"

I know, I know, I still owe y'all a senior ball entry (with pictures!) and that is forthcoming as soon as I figure out how to use photobucket.

yes.

i know.

sad.

but this is sadder: ( 1 Acts )

( scott dreams about meeting famous entertainers in green fields filled with comfortable pink drama chairs. )

Theme Parties I'm Throwing This Summer ( Read more... )