I should really pay attention in class... |
This is a weird poem-tangent that I went off on one day in Social Movements and Liberalism (SocMo)... It started as a drawing, but in the end I was very amused with it... It’s quite hillarious a...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 08:53:00 GMT |
What I want |
It started as prose but turned into a poem I guess... it's a work in progress. Please don't lynch me. Tomorrow I'll wake up and be less emotional.
I want someone who will ask "will you come wit...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 21:06:00 GMT |
A day of Haiku |
So this morning I woke up at like... 6. I was lying there, trying to back to sleep and keep my mind off of Perry (harder since it's almost V-day) so I started trying to think up haikus. Finally it was...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 20:46:00 GMT |
Blog dedicated to the avoidance of potential awkwardness |
I told myself I wasn't going to do this, but I figure this is the best way to tell a big group of people something without all the sympathy head-tilts. This is in the name of avoiding future awkward c...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 15:56:00 GMT |
Pretty Little Mistakes |
So Kate bought this book that mom later deemed "inappropriate" (it talks about how "big" the boyfriend is and something about making twinkies into vagina sculptures) and it's one of those where you fo...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:14:00 GMT |
Baby it’s so cold |
Ann stared up at the duvet that had scurried to the top of her closet. With her hands on her hips, she mentally cursed Gabrielle for locking herself in Ann's room and throwing it up there. I...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 18:52:00 GMT |
My life as movie quotes |
So I originally did this for a bulletin. I put in other people's names, then I put in my own again and after a while I kept pressing the "reload" button and came up with some other great quotes. ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 09:30:00 GMT |
Fly me home |
Ahhhhhhhhh SUMMER!!!!!!!! In exactly an hour from now (11:45) I will be checking out of my room (524c) and the suite (524) and the LB for good. I'm really really upset I'm not going to live in th...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 07:47:00 GMT |
For the sake of writing |
Rory liked to make music. She would strum with her fingers, caressing the neck of her only friend. With her eyes closed she would let her hands explore the cold hard surface of her guitar and listen t...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
... and then a pair of pants went sailing across the room... |
First day of classes. Today I had what I could tell were going to be my best and worst class of the semester. My first class is "The staging of American women: History of the Burlesque." The teacher i...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 11:49:00 GMT |
