So here I am again so soon with a tiny announcement that is amusing to me.

A personal hero of mine, Logan Whitehurst, is doing a very fun little thing called the Tiny Songs Project. Basically, he accepts ideas from people and makes tiny songs for them ( Read more... )

Hello, hello.

Once again I am updating to tell everyone I have not spoken with that there are Internet updates for my adventures. There are new pictures and some new writing and more pictures and writing that I haven't uploaded yet. So, if we haven't spoken recently, e-mail me or live vicariously through Flickr and my website.

Pictures

WebsiteI ( Read more... )

I am sorry if you already read this on the Myspace ( Read more... )

Well, the time has come, my lovelies. Tomorrow at 8:05 AM Holly and I shall board an aeroplane at Orlando International Airport. It will take us to Detroit and excrete us into another aeroplane that will fly all the way to Narita International Airport in Japan (all by itself). As soon as the plane flies over the coast of California I will be as far ( Read more... )

I am tired of having seventeen schizophrenic blogs. The time has come for solidarity.

All Internets shall be conducted from one static location. Point your browsers here:

http://www.nastyconjugation.com

Thanks.

I have decided to write ten poems about Ambassadors. The first one was in my last journal entry and is called Robert W. Fitts. He's the ambassador to Papua New Guinea! These next two are about the ambassadors to Great Britain and Panama, respectively.

( They have difficult jobs to do. )

I wrote two poems today. I will put them here, alright?

( Is that okay? )

Alright, so there is a new television show on Adult Swim named Perfect Hair Forever which I had not initially liked. Tonight I watched another episode and, not only was it funnier, but I realized something very awesome and important ( Read more... )

I'm not sorry about bedroom voice.

I’m not sure what I’m so afraid of that keeps me from writing down the things that come into my head. Maybe it’s the ridiculous number of times I can use the word, “just,” in a sentence. That in itself is sickening to consider. I have deleted that word more times than I have done more interesting things, such as - talking to strangers in bars, ( Read more... )