p s - the worse down side of all this: a deep-seeded sense of worthlessness clawing its way grusomely to the surface does not make for good poetry. 

Dudes, life is messy ( Read more... )

CHAPTER TEN IS UP!
I feel good about life right now. Go me. (Everyone go read
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I'm trying to write an application essay for USM. It really shouldn't be hard, I know, but for some reason I can't seem to get it right. I thought I'd start off with a poem. A poem about my poetry. See, because then I'd be able to continue on with an essay about my "academic goals" being simply recognition of my work. But to do that I'd have to ( Read more... )

I think my heart's about to pop open. It's certainly beating fast enough. GAH! I can't sit still. I need to finish things I need to write I need to work I need to THINK. oh dear lord. I'm slightly terrified. I'll pack. That'll keep me busy. Focus me a little, i should hope. ok. relax. EEK! not working. 

Pardon my crazy title grammar. I'm in a mood. I'm not sure what kind of mood. Maybe a burned-out mood. But at the same time I feel really good. You know why? Because I gave a good presentation. I thought I was going to get up there and stumble over my points and confuse myself and all sorts of bad shit like I usually do. But, funny thing, I was ( Read more... )

Sometimes I forget the difference between fiction and reality. Sometimes I think there is no difference. Honestly, I don't think I will ever know the truth about reality. I don't think it's possible to draw the line ( Read more... )

Sometimes I forget the difference between fiction and reality. Sometimes I think there is no difference. Honestly, I don't think I will ever know the truth about reality. I don't think it's possible to draw the line ( Read more... )

Wow. Don't you just love when someone sends you an e-mail that ruins all your plans in less than a minute? Turns out the girl who I thought WANTED to be my roommate next year actually just thought of me as a last resort. Now, since her "friends" have a spot in their six-person room opened up, she's ditched me. Now I have no one to live with, no ( Read more... )

 To Mattie:
My phone has died and I have NO idea where my charger is. But I will see you very soon.
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