Celena

um, i'm celena and i have no life to speak of. work: i wear a dweeby polo shirt and rent movies to people so that i will be paid every two weeks. yeehaw. school: i go to that beautiful mecca of purple and gold where teachers preach knowledge and the students generally ignore them in favor of keggers. whatever works, right? that's about it. sorry to disappoint. maybe some day soon i'll run away to africa and lead one of those interesting lives i've heard so much about. or get eaten by a lion and die. either one. so, what else...my room is painted in horizontal rainbow stripes, you cannot see the floor because of all the junk and dust, and there is something under my bed that smells suspicious but i'm afraid to investigate. my precious baby girl is an anorexic python named princess buttercup. she's two and a half feet now and still growing. i'm waiting until the day i can sick her on my neighbor. so who am i? i'm short, stout, reclusive, emotionally and mentally unstable though probably no more so than the average schmuck. there are those in this world who bring out the best in me (you know who you are). i read. i write. that is the greatest thing in the world to me. poetry or stories can bring meaning to even the most tangled and crazy parts of life. someday maybe it'll make me rich and famous. until then my plan is to marry a rich guy and push him down the stairs once the papers are signed. or work at this godforsaken blockbuster until i die. either one.