So since last year I've been considering this writing contest at school, it's fiction and poetry. My poetry is rather trite and my fiction is usually crap. Because I can't truly step outside myself and write unbothered by my own experience, which is what I think fiction truly is. Writing about other people, influenced by yourself, is cheap ( Read more... )

"That I pass out, forget your face, by the time I wake up ( Read more... )

Like I was saying earlier, I've reached that notch on that little clock I have inside my head. Exciting ( Read more... )

Last night I nearly had a breakdown ( Read more... )

I have the best idea for music-journalisming ever. I am cool. Thank you Darin ( Read more... )

I'm becoming very fond of this song ( Read more... )

It's Raining.
Happy Halloween. (in 25 minutes)

I sat in my room today on my bed and took note of the expressions of someone I am so entirely in love with in my own special way ( Read more... )

So, I have been reading a lot of slash lately ( Read more... )

I'm going to be Clara Bow for Halloween.

I hate her, not her, but the other one. Some people should dissapear, you know.

Now I get to write my review for the Smiths book. And that is perfect.

I've found that deep down I love everyone (or most of them) and I shall write them all a note to prove it. A long note.

Ah......Yo La Tengo. I need to go ( Read more... )