So because I've been kind of very upset at Sam lately, I decided that I needed a reminder of why I'm hopelessly enamored with him.

From June 19th:
supermoo501 (12:34:34 AM): wait
supermoo501 (12:34:41 AM): before theres any more real converstation
supermoo501 (12:34:52 AM): have you seen the xkcd from like a week ago
supermoo501 (12:35:01 AM): look at 435 right now
supermoo501 (12:35:06 AM): its fucking gorgeous
supermoo501 (12:35:09 AM): i love it
supermoo501 (12:35:16 AM): LOVE IT
supermoo501 (12:35:24 AM): LOOK AND ANSWER BACK SOON
supermoo501 (12:35:29 AM): CUZ IMA KEEP TYPING
supermoo501 (12:35:35 AM): TILL YOU AKWOLEDGE IT

Rebecca Lee and I are actually the same person.

( 'The Secret Life of Bees' )

I'm out of high school.

I'm a college student.

...

Fuck.

My neck looks and feels like its been mauled by some sort of rabid little bitch. I just might have to kick his ass.

And the worse part is, I'm seeing Leal today.

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The college process has turned me into a Kirby.

raspberrylust929 (3:28:00 AM): there are worse emo kids
raspberrylust929 (3:28:05 AM): i go to school with them -___-
DarkDestinyLight (3:27:32 AM): lulz
DarkDestinyLight (3:27:36 AM): hunter community college
raspberrylust929 (3:28:23 AM): we're not a community college ~sob~
raspberrylust929 (3:28:29 AM): we are a senior college T_T
raspberrylust929 (3:28:35 AM): with a 4yr program T_T
raspberrylust929 (3:28:41 AM): and and T_T
DarkDestinyLight (3:28:08 AM): of course Val
DarkDestinyLight (3:28:10 AM): *pat pat*
raspberrylust929 (3:28:56 AM): ~sobs under covers~

Bob Dylan. ♥

It seems like whenever I have a particularly bad day, I have a fairly good one the next day. Oh life.

( thirteen things that make me happy )

I HATE doing damage control. =/

EDIT:

False alarm. Yay.

Denise:
I think somebody brilliant should write a postmodern sequel to A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man in which Stephen is possessed by Freakazoid

Shorty:
........
Denise no

Denise:
Denise YES

Shorty:
Denise NO

Denise:
Denise YESSSSS

Shorty:
.........No.

Denise:
..............................yar.

Shorty:
http://kittytoxin.deviantart.com/art/Geek-Love-59473416
soooo attractive
<3

johnlukehubbard:
You know who else is freaking attractive?
You ;)
No, I'm sorry that was a cheap shot

>_> And that is why I keep Luke around. *is a terrible person*

Let it be forever know that Alex Kazenoff and Rebecca Lee are two of the best people ever and I love love love love LOVE them both to death.

Thank you for your amazing comments and I know we don't really talk a lot but you guys really are very important to me, and your comments meant a lot to me. ♥

Forget my list of 8 private collges.

I'm following Rachel to college.

Okay math-dorking time!

Actually, no, just calc-teacher-dorking time! We're reviewing functions and relations (because half the geniuses in my calc class are morons. *coughs*) and Mr. Storer who is ERIC FOREMAN from That 70's Show (I'm totally serious; Eric in the show even goes off to become a teacher :P) gave us this little anecdote to help us remember the difference.

( PLAYA )

Oof.

Butler is devoted to something he loosely calls “method writing.” He believes that too many writers intellectualize their writing but never tap the deep emotions that create great art, and that the practice has led to an abundance of polished, bloodless prose. “Creative-writing students, who are typically trained almost exclusively in craft and technique, come to me knowing the second through the tenth things about being an artist,” Butler says. “But they don’t know the first thing about it.” In his workshop, students first struggle to find what Butler says is a primary element of a story: the yearning of the character. “Many don’t get it by the end of the workshop. Some will get it later. But some will never get it,” he says. “Not everyone is destined to be an artist.”

- Edward J. Delaney, "Where Great Writers Are Made"

Writing for the advancement of art and literature, or writing for the pleasure and enjoyment of the readers? ( A bit of rambling here, goes on for a while. ) I'm curious as to what you guys think about writing as an art versus writing for enjoyment of the people?

....Also, I think we should take this time to absolutely "SQUEE" (also, some of you may need to call me to get the full effect of that "SQUEE"-ing noise I just typed. Or ask Ben/Zach/Sherwin/Maia/Dorian. Red trees go SQUEE!) over Matthrew Rohrer. This is a beautiful poem. And "SQUEE" over this reading of My Father's Love Letters. And "SQUEE" over Night Music by Linda Gregg even though I can't find an online version of it. It's really pretty though and everyone should read it.

And as long as I'm throwing poems at people, this poem on Vietnam is pretty good too.

I started reading some of Ben's early LJ entries but got really bored and stopped. It was kinda cute reading the stuff Ben wrote when he was my age, but mostly boring and/or obnoxious. ;_; Ben didn't know how to use the enter key.

But I'm glad that Ben and I aren't the same age, and I'm glad that I didn't start dating him when he was in high school/earlier/etc, etc. I had an entry all typed up about, but then I deleted it cause what I wrote didn't really reflect what I was trying to say.

I guess what I was trying to say is that Ben and I had a lot of growing up to do from the time we first met before we...erm...were right for each other? God knows I changed a lot throughout 10th grade, and over the summer, and in a way, Ben was a result of that change. I needed to grow up before I was the type of person Ben even looked at, and I'm glad that I did grow up, and glad that things turn out the way they did.

Life is kind of funny. You think it blows, and then you sort of sit back, look around, and realize that you know what? It's kind of really great.

...Oh hey look, birds are chirping outside my window. >__> *coughs*