Here's something I wrote for my "college essay" assignment for class but is TOTALLY inappropriate for college.

( Hey dickwad, that stench better not be on my clothes by the time I go home )

What I am holding with both of my hands is drops of time.
Gently, I hold them. These forgotten memories in which I lost words to.

If I recall them one by one, I thought I would understood all of them.
But, my words began to fade, right next to me.

A night without answer, a fragment of warmth, and a faraway yearning,
I live just by repeating ( Read more... )

So.

( Click if you dare... )

 
( I fall in and out of love easily. )

The first time is your first meeting. He brings his hand up slowly and folds in all his fingers but his last, “Let’s make the best out of this, ne?” The slight quirk of his lips is enough to make you follow suit and wrap your own finger weakly around his - unsure. He squeezes your pinky once and lets go, moving to speak with the other boys. You’ ( Read more... )

lol. i'm so cool. just read:

asdfghjklisaword is my close friend
and EatTenBananas is me :)

asdfghjklisaword (10:11:11 PM): omg I'm scared to eat food
EatTenBananas (10:11:30 PM): why?
asdfghjklisaword (10:12:07 PM): because of nutrition
asdfghjklisaword (10:12:42 PM): I'm scared I'm gonna contract like botulism and like die
EatTenBananas (10:13:34 PM): ( Read more... )

I was up late last night (or rather this morning) because I felt like writing (and because I'm scheduled to post tonight) and I wrote a medium length drabble. As I exited MS Word, I accidentally hit the "don't save changes" button (or whatever it's called) and proceeded to scream (in my head). I started to write it up again but just didn't feel ( Read more... )

Yay for jaechun!

Yay for
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A little excerpt from my English paper (which I thought sucked ass but got an A on... is my teacher on crack?). This was the follow-up assignment to reading "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen. The assignment was to do a character sketch of someone you know well and to place them in a fictional (or not) scene. I chose to write about my mother :)

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His name is Yoochun. He’s tall and lanky and from America (“Yo yo yo! Whassup? You cool?”). He’s the new popular kid and you avoid him for the first few days because you’re still brooding over your “first love.” But on the third day of your bratty insolence, he asks for your help in the hallways. At first, he confuses you with his advanced grasp of ( Read more... )