I've completed my experiment in the new monthly novel-writing, started right after AP exams ended (so that it wouldn't end at the end of May, but well into June ( Read more... )

I was told that my new avatar looks phallic, but thankfully, only by one person. Most people can't tell what it is, and those who do think it's completely weird and sometimes very funny ( Read more... )

I feel an inordinate amount of rage at the fact that I can't remember what I wanted to post thirty seconds ago.

... and then wouldn't let me sew the collar myself ( Read more... )

Okay, so I told -- why I'm angry with him and then I realized that the entire problem is that I'm angry at ME, and then everything feels really happy and I can't type properly.

I'd live with people around me purposely making themselves miserable if I understood damn well enough WHY they would want to. I can be as blunt and insensitive as necessary - trust me - but what really pisses me off is when people act miserable and then will say something idiotic like "It's my fault [I'm being mature here] and I don't blame anyone ( Read more... )

I took a second look at 19th century English history last night in an attempt to prepare for my final presentation today. It turns out that the Victorian era wasn't the greatest thing ever, because of fools like Schopenhauer (life is EVIL and FUTILE) and the idea of the avant-garde (and this was new because?) and Mudie's Library of Death, and the ( Read more... )

So just a while ago I sat here, trying to dredge up some kind of emotion facing my last day of high school, and realized that I simply couldn't. It's impossible. Try as you might, you can't really make me feel anything more than a bit resigned at leaving high school ( Read more... )

( The Sister )

I can't imagine I make sense to other people.

( The 'Con' )