This is not a game for amateurs, after all. But since my first attempt at starting my paper resulted in some potentially amusing incoherent ranting instead, I thought I'd post for posterity.

( My Well Thought-Out Englilsh Paper )

I was never overly pleased with how wordy the complete original beginning of Mary Sue's story went, so I'm editing it here for length. I think I got too wordy too quickly. But I'm hiding it behind one lj-cut so you can skip it if you like, and move on to the new installment (and hopefully I won't feel the need to rewrite any more! But if something ( Read more... )

( But surprisingly accurate )

Go on, give it a shot, you know you want to. And if any details seem suspiciously familiar - you probably have grounds for your suspicion ( Read more... )

*checks friends list ( Read more... )

I really want to get mad at somebody (you know who you are!) for getting me stuck on Wicked mania again.

I really want to.

But it's too darn good.

And I kinda introduced him to it in the first place.

Irony, we meet again!

I found a poem I wrote in high school and totally forgot. Thanking friends lists for the fact that my friends might see this post despite my journal having dropped out of sight, hoping my friends will be amused, making only the slightest modifications, I present ( For The Muse of Uninspiration -- )

EDIT: Apologies for the HTML mess! Fixed, I hope... and back to the entry.

I can't resist.

So, first bit: I totally called it on ( [...] )

 I fear that the inevitable has happened ( Read more... )

For those of my friends who are musically inclined and know at least a little about theory...

A Bb, a Db, and an F walk into a bar. The bartender takes a look at them and says, "Sorry, we don't serve minors."

So the Db leaves and the Bb and the F have an open fifth between them. *ba-dum-dum-KSSSHHH!*