i'm It! yayy

1) i pick at wounds, opening them them again. i think i enjoy the pain somehow. stop looking at me like that.

2) i still have a bear.*grin*

3) i have three different types of writing, and i switch between them.

4) i have a really high forehead.

5) i once pushed another boy off a jungle gym. he survived.

6) i went headfirst down a slide when i was five; smashed out my two front teeth, then swallowed them.

7) i had corrective surgery on my eyes when i was ten. i walked around with stitches all along my eyelids for two weeks.

8) i hate cherries.

9) i used to watch Batman, the Animated Series with religious fervor.

10) this is the first time i've ever written a tag so, be flattered, jared. be very flattered.

Ms. C said this today.

"Intercourse... --just another four letter word ending with a k, innit?"




*cue nervous laughter*


it's "talk", people, "talk". i'm channeling Ms.C anyway, so.. ahem,"get your minds out of the gutter, children". heh. ah, yes, lit students -- past and present. what lives we lead. exciting, frenetic affairs, full of drama -- shakespeare's, mostly.

Valentines, Lately.

In the spirit of awkward, underage romance (in short, Valentines), here's an interesting, if slightly disturbing cbox conversation I had with Jared. In my defense, I was sorely provoked. By provoked, I mean I was harassed constantly, about my (alleged) romantic liaisons with Denise, Shu Xian, The Rest Of The Female Race, ad nauseam. Jared's very possessive. Aren't you, Jared?


aaron: No, no, Jared. You're my girl. *grin* and a very pretty one too.

jared: Hey...I thought I told you. It's OVER!! I forgave you when you messed around with Shu xian...but Denise? That's too much. It's OVER!

aaron: Look, I said I'm sorry, Jared! Nothing else happened..I swear, they didn't mean ANYTHING to me..! It's just that--when you left me... I -- I was so confused-- I didn't know where else to turn!

aaron: Please Jared, take me back... I promise, things'll be different this time.

jared: Sorry Aaron, it's just that I'd choose Hermione over you now.



I think I just broke down at this point. i don't know, everything dissolved into a blurry, tear-filled haze.

Blocked.

I have writers block.

No, really, i do. Here it is sitting on my desk. Look at it, all smug and blocky.





Yes, there is a desk under all that. Somewhere deep, deep under all that. I think over the weeks, and months, all the disarray has been consolidated into numerous distinct geologic layers of clutter. The bit you can see is just the topcrust strata.

Back to the subject at hand. I intend to ambush the little blockhead later tonight. For now, i watch.. and wait. And select my weapon of choice. Scissors, perhaps. Or blu-tack. Ah, decisions, decisions.

Look, t-shirts!