By the time most of you get around to reading this I'll be a hundred miles out to sea. I joined the Merchant Marines last week and sold or gave away all of my personal belongings. I'm writing from an Internet cafe in Baltimore; we ship out at 21:00 tonight and we won't make landfall again until Panama ( Read more... )

I am such a mook. She's in love with someone else.

To: elandon@euphemewebmail.net ( Read more... )

Miss Charlotte Bronte accused me of existing solely on the Internet. Not true, and yet she had no way of knowing since we'd never met. I was bored today, so I made a list of everyone I'm in class with. Making lists is a hobby of mine, what can I say ( Read more... )

Maybe it's something in the water, but seems like everyone's getting their heart broken every hour on the hour. Don't tell a soul, but I hate to see it. Love's a grand thing. I'm just not sure anyone knows how to manage it, at our age or any other. So people are selfish or stupid and then hell shows up carrying the most fetching handbasket ( Read more... )

I've been sticking my nose where it didn't ought to be, as they say in the South. And oh my my, have I got some interesting information.

So, who is this Emily Dickinson? I haven't seen her around.

Lot of piranhas in these waters. Lot of bitter ghosts and broken hearts. Eupheme only looks like a slightly dotty liberal arts prep school. But there are echoes of dark deeds everywhere. I've heard the rumors. I believe 'em. People are never what they seem. The ones who look like thugs and perverts are the easy ones to hate. They're not the problem ( Read more... )

Since the power is unreliable and we're forbidden to smoke or have sex (a surer goad to pursuing those activities I can't imagine) I suggest we gamble ( Read more... )

That's what this place is: strange. Everything's high key, high drama, high in general. If I'd known private arts schools were such hothouses I would have begged harder to be sent to Westpoint ( Read more... )

You'd think my parents would give up on me after I got kicked out of three high schools in two years, but you'd be wrong. They wouldn't listen to my pleas to join a military academy. Instead, being writers themselves, they have decided my future is in the arts. They found Eupheme and packed me off to finish out my incarceration ( Read more... )