Bleu cheese has a distinct taste. It’s slightly bitter and sharp, the sort of no-nonsense cheese that might serve the community better as a literary critic than a salad dressing. Due to my and my mother’s undying love for this soft cheese, it should come as no surprise we were both greedily gobbling it down on a lukewarm day in the ( Read more... )

V. I dated Romance once. It started with Jane Eyre, but the relationship hit a plateau there and we couldn’t go further. It’s not my fault though; I tried! It’s Romance that refused to change. I was willing to try others, but my constant perusing of Borders’ Romance section shelves made me come away with a bad taste in my mouth. I’m always awkward ( Read more... )

  Gay marriage seems to be on the tips of everybody's tounges lately. (Well, except those of the people who really matter- the presidential candidates. Honestly, wasn't the last time they entered a good discussion about their marriage stance a time in which Jonathan Edwards was still considered a viable candidate?) However, rather than the normal " ( Read more... )

Because it has been way -way- way too long. (As in, I haven't done this since I started a new livejournal!)

So, pictures.


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Step 1: Daydream in class until you have a cohesive idea of what you want the story, poem, or ode to joy to be about.

Step 2: Turn on your computer and open Microsoft Word/ Wordperfect/ Notepad/ your datebook/ whatever you’re planning on using to write.

Step 3: Stare blankly at the screen for approximately five minutes, all the while realizing ( Read more... )

So, after a good two and a half years trying to figure just what I want to be when I’m finished procrastinating aging and chilling at the Community College of Sussex County, I’ve finally managed to escape to a less boring area of the world- Montclair state University. Now, in this institute of higher learning, I’ve managed to come by quite a few ( Read more... )