Okay guys, two things ( Read more... )

I officially own at Advanced Placement United States History.
Yes. That's completely right. I got an A.
My small victory in the game of life.

How come the test has come to pass and I still feel so horrible? I am free. Yes? Okay. We can agree on that. But wasn't that what I was waiting for, the breath of fresh air after a long, long, cold night in captivity. There must have been something wrong with my hypothesis. AP test over. Roxanne feel better. Why Roxanne wrong ( Read more... )

That's right, Advanced-placement United States History. I win. I did your outlines, I studied your timelines, I answered your questions, I wrote your essays. But you never killed me. So, hah.

Ghosts came back to haunt me today ( Read more... )

Like I have time for writing in this anymore. If there is one skill I wish I could obtain, it would be time management. If I would be one of those people who gets work done the day it's assigned, be able to rip all relaxation from me until I was finished, the whole reward for work theory. I go about it backwards, living by the saying "Life is short ( Read more... )

I had a little too much fun doing this one...and I just realized how quirky colorguard can get ( Read more... )

(Yes, I've been dead. But here's something I wrote for lit. Don't be too harsh, I went overboard on the similes. Why post it ( Read more... )

I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but
I wanna see you againDido, Sand in My Shoes ( Read more... )

I got the label of a catalyst after I broke up with Rich. That word, that's been following me around ever since. Showing up in horoscopes and career predictions, newspapers and books. Now I'm a catalyst again, setting off all sorts of reactions ( Read more... )