Alright so.
I neglect this thing. A lot.


I'm very artistically un-motivated right now.
There's seriously so little going on right now that I keep going through this obnoxious cycle of day-to-day routine.
I hate it.

However, Monday morning I was struck with something. I started writing this poem, and I really like it so far. It's one of the only things I've written with specific contrasts and whatnot, literary techniques, and I, you know, am pretty proud of it.
But I'm stuck on how to end the final stanza and it's really annoying. I mean, this entire week I've been playing with phrases and words and images but nothing works quite right. It's infuriating.

I had to walk home from school today, which wasn't at all bad, I don't mind, except that my bag is like 25 pounds and it's awkward to carry for such a long distance.


My latest prose piece, "The Passing", made into Noesis (my school's creative arts magazine), and I'm very, very, very happy about that.


I can't begin to tell you how sick I am of school. It's honestly bringing me down. Thank god there are only twenty-seven days left.

At any given time, I'm usually going through spurts of listening to an individual band, or a couple, all the time. Right now it's The White Stripes, Backseat Goodbye, and Illinois.
They're not a very... common grouping of artists, but they're all on Playlist Numba 16 on my iPod. I like it.



My sister's wedding is May 30th. I've been elected to take the pictures. I mean, the ones that a professional would be taking. I'm really nervous and terrified about it.
I really need to practice on some people.


ahhhhhh