Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.
Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.
Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that's a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.
so i dunno... wait till next year?? fail a class or two?? register and then just not finish?? i'll let you know. maybe i could do it without messing up school?? i'll just take a break from reading or something.
another thing i thought was cool? book crossing. basically what you do with this is sign up and register a book (one you liked, one you hated, whatever) that you want to share with the world or just get rid of. you leave the book in a public place with a note. someone finds the book, finds out about the site, and enters the book info. they read the book and can then put it in a different place anywhere in the world (usually in the same city you put it unless you left it at an airport). you can track the adventures your book goes on as long as the readers keep going to the website. cool, right?
well, i have an exam to go study for/take. wish me luck!
*Lust for Life - Girls
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,
through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?
Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
“You won't,” I vow. “I won't let you.”
“I'm scared." Her voice is soft, and she lets her eyes close as if it's too much to try and stop them.
“Don't be. You'll be fine.” I hold strong to my hope, but my voice breaks. Her pale as a ghost face, short breaths, and the pool of blood that grows and stains the ground taunt my words.
Her mouth stays shut, but her eyes find mine. In spite of her words, I find no fear in them. Just the will to resign. A mute plea for me to let her go. And guilt. Leave it to her to take the blame for death. It does not ease my pain. It makes it worse.
“You will not die,” I spit out through clenched teeth. She can not give up. She can not leave me. Not here. Not now. “You can't.”
Her hand moves and I grasp it in both of mine. “It will be all right,” she says, but her words are faint, her breath snags. Her body calls her on her lie.
When did she start to try to put me at ease? I shake my head as tears slip down my cheeks. It won't be all right. Not if she leaves. It can't be all right. Ever.
“I love you.” The words only just make a sound, but they are all I can hear. She says them in a tone that could mean just one thing.
“Don't. Don't you dare say good bye,” I growl. “Don't you dare give up.”
I wait, but she says no more. I keep my gaze fixed on her eyes as I will her to stay with me.
But she doesn't . With a breath the same as all the rest, she fades. The light leaves her eye. The rise and fall of her chest is stilled. But the blood still flows.
“I love you, too,” I say. You can not quite make out the words through the tears in my voice. Tears which blur my sight and block her death from my eyes and brain. “I love you, too,” I sob.
But my oaths fall on deaf ears. She is gone. And I am on my own.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
of you, and
i’m tired of
i’m tired of OCD,
i’m tired of poetry,
i’m tired of counting
and miscounting sheep,
i’m tired of losing my mind
to cosmetic con artists who make
more money than banks,
who make more sense
than a vending machine;
who make their mind up,
not minding their dirty,
oh, how i envy those poisoned Disney Princesses
i’m tired of blitzkrieg alarm clocks that snooze louder than me,
i’m tired of vinyl pinups (un)dressing up my hypnophobic lids
i’m tired of the poltergeist who keeps fucking up cushion clouds
i’m tired of my revolving eyelash nightmares opening too soon;
and i’m most certainly tired of the technicolor monsters
living six feet under my bed–
the ones that scream me caffeinated lullabies,
beneath bedlam bedbugs, to scare me awake,
so i can daydream of dormancy
the next morning.
the crows have risen,
and the roosters snore
until i wake up from
midnight reveries to
old Spanish castles.
*Fireflies - Owl City
Thursday, October 8, 2009
another example, my choices for majoring (both undergrad and masters). i originally wanted to do psychology but the embassy people wouldnt approve of it so i switched to IT. i mean, i didnt really mind since i wasnt completely decided, but still. and same thing with my masters. forensics was awesome, but maybe i want to major in something fun and cool like english. the embassy people won't agree. and yes, okay, so i know that i could technically just go without them and pay for my own schooling and not get the monthly money, but thats not very practical. majoring in english or whatever is not very practical either, for that matter.
decisions are taken away by religious, cultural, and familial factors. don't get me wrong. i love my religion. i love my country. i love my family.
sometimes, though, i just really wish i had some control over where i'm going in life.
*Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
*Brush Your Teeth - Raffi
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Are you a female:
Plead the Fifth
More than Useless
How do you feel:
Apathetic Way to Be
Describe where you currently live:
The Scene and Herd
If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Your favorite form of transportation:
Your best friend is:
You and your best friend are:
What's the weather like:
High of 75
Favourite time of day:
Breakfast at Timpani's
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Chapstick, Chapped Lips, and Things Like Chemistry
What is life to you:
What is the best advice you have to give:
How I would like to die:
Faking My Own Suicide
My soul's present condition:
Down in Flames
The Only Thing Worse Than Beating a Dead Horse is Betting On One