Thought I should probably update this because it's not January anymore.
I finished a short story before the end of the semester!
It's not great, and I haven't decided whether or not to post it. It needs work. Eh. I'll think about it.
I'm not currently working on anything, which is way lame. I've been thinking about writing a lot...just haven't actually done any since...like...mid-May. Sigh. Not so much as a lousy love-hate poem.
On a side note, I wish I was Russian. Then maybe I would be able to appreciate cold weather. And good vodka.
Just...thought I'd put that out there. It really has nothing to do with anything whatsoever.
Hopefully sometime soon I'll remember that I don't want to live in a box and do something with my life.







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-I wonder who first discoverd the power of poetry in driving away love?
-I thought that poetry was the food of love.
-Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead
ily!
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-I wonder who first discoverd the power of poetry in driving away love?
-I thought that poetry was the food of love.
-Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead
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miss midge
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"There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
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A friend is always there to remind you of everything that you are.
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i must completely stone deaf square pegs into round holes anything you want to do he was a good man they said he was a gentleman they said even when life spat in his face he put
everything back in its right place =
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