I just finished a short prose/poetry piece. Ha. Now who has anemia, huh? Ah, who am I kidding. I'm exhausted. But I did it...my head is no longer swimming around in a sea of cotton candy clouds. I can think again ( Read more... )

So I actually did some normal things today. I went out of the house, saw a friend, and got her on the side of decieving all hell out people about my friend that my parents are so against. It looks like I'm gonna get away with all of this, but I don't want to hold my breath ( Read more... )

I'm in a slightly better mood. After going out with people for sushi, even though they have school tomorrow, and stopping in a used record store, I finally came home to a rather apologetic mother. I say "rather" because apologies are always tempered with "it's your fault". Typically it runs, "Look, I'm sorry, but it's really your fault because..." ( Read more... )

Another day, another chip at my self-esteem.

Who am I kidding with this writing thing? Fuck.

Let's try this with Morrissey. I had to steal a Smiths song, and reuse one but only because nothing else worked. And, theoretically, it's still Moz's work ( Read more... )

I can't figure out if my mother hates me or I really am an elitist bitch. For years she's tried to hammer into my head that "deviance is wrong". At one point earlier this year, she suspected me of doing something abnormal, so she went through my email to get perspective. Admittedly, I was doing it, but ever since then she's monitored everything I ( Read more... )

So I had a really frightening dream last night, of that this boy at my school who I can safely say everyone hates. I don't want to name names but if you think you know him, he's a short, blonde-haired, complete jerk who has no idea how to interact with people. I can't believe he hasn't been kicked out of - oh, wait. Filthy rich. Right ( Read more... )

I was baking bread and listening to "Carnival of Souls" when the phone rang. I figured it would be Tony and I made a mental note to rip the phone out of the wall. It was actually a graduate student from UC Irvine who wanted to mentor my writing this summer. So, score. I know for sure that I have a mentor. I told him maybe and I'd get back to him ( Read more... )

Damn it. The boy who I'd been seeing called me today, since I evaded him last night (I'd wanted to watch The Simpsons - #1 sign of relationship problem right there.) And so I pick up the phone, and I hear his voice on the other end go "Hi, is Jenn- oh, I mean, uh, Emily there?" Well, fuck. I don't know, am I gonna want to talk to you after you call ( Read more... )

I slept until noon today, which was nice, and then I was awakened by the phone ringing. Which I usually hate, but this was my ballet teacher pressuring me to take more company classes. Those would be the ones where I get up disgustingly early and leave the studio disgustingly late. It's still flattering though ( Read more... )