Lines drawn in the sand.

My hubris weighs upon me today.

I wonder sometimes which of my flaws will prove to be fatal.

Everyone who comes must someday go.

The world has come to an end. The Barony has been destroyed by nuclear warheads, and the Barony seat is nothing but an empty shell. Pinnacles that once shone bronze and silver now pathetically prod the hovering gray of the dense cloud cover, and the tiered halls are blackened by the repeated explosions. I can still imagine what everything used to ( Read more... )

I'd like to whine about how I can't sleep.

I don't even get anything productive done while I'm insomniacing.

I just get frustrated, and sleepy.

The end.

What a problem-child I am ( Read more... )

"...so in this period we see a massive increase in third world countries, which has the State Department and Rand McNally pulling out their hair trying to keep up with it ( Read more... )

The only time I ever write online posts is when I'm at the library. Something about the hushed clutter of whispery voices emboldens me to spill my heart out in text. I really love libraries. Ever since I was aught but a wee one I have embraced the existence of libraries with my entire being. So many books! I actually think that my main reason for ( Read more... )

So, I've been having vertigo. I'll be sitting in class being generally sedentary, and all of a sudden my mind will sort of slip off sideways and I'll suddenly feel like everything is kind of plunging...upwards? I don't exactly know the best way to explain it, but it's very unnerving. I would really rather not fall out of my chair in the middle of ( Read more... )

I think I'll take this up again. Not only is it an excellent way to waste time, but I think I actually used to see it as vaguely cathartic. God knows I need an imaginary audience to bolster my flagging confidence in my own self-importance.

Metacognition never hurt anyone, either.

So...today was (still is, I guess) my last day in Gainesville.

If you want me to send you things (postcards, letters, emails) I need your contact infos. So...yes.

I may or may not keep this updated. Only time will tell.

I do not like this packing game.

I still need addresses, people. If I don't have yours, then I will be completely unable to send you postcards and letters and fun things like that.