The clock in my Aesthetics classroom is possessed. At 12 o'clock each day, the second hand speeds up to double time, races around the clock and then gets stuck at the top and clicks in place for thirty seconds. Then it goes on it's merry little way again.

Okay, I realize I haven't updated in forever. It's just that once it had been a while, I felt like I needed to update about everything that's transpired so far before I started posting current stuff. So I put it off longer and longer. Well, fuck that. I'll give you key points on the last four months of my life ( Read more... )

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound ( Read more... )

I have a new mission. And Miss Fyffe, I will be requesting your assistance in this matter. Call the Batphone for further information.

Last night I remembered one good aspect of Salem in the summer. I went to a small, practically underground concert to see The Cheap Seats - my favorite band to come out of Salem, starring (okay, well, not really. But at least 'including') my favorite SHS drum alum PJ George. Even if his band wasn't awesome, I'd still probably go just for the ( Read more... )

Sigh. I've been replaced again. I guess it's only fair. Gotta be a light sometimes instead of a black hole. Anyone would pick a light first. Or at least a mirror.

You confuse the hell out of me. Yes, you.

I love you all and I just wish there was a way to make you all happy at the same time.

Why must some people be fucktards? And why, when I'm hundreds of miles removed from it does it still bother me? Well, as long as we're asking questions I expect no answers to, why do I ask questions I already know the answers to? I'm bothered by it because, even putting aside my personal thoughts and feelings about it, it upsets people I care ( Read more... )