Well, I totally forgot THIS existed. Wow.

I was gonna bitch about how much of a whore my father is being, but...yeah, this has been way too much like an actual LJ lately, WTF. He's a bitch, leave it at that. I saw a picture of a bedsore today! That's cool! Yeah!

Anyway, the real reason I'm updating is to notify those of you who live within mule-floggin' distance that I'm going to be participating in the student reading at the Kirtland House at 5:30 on Monday. You can watch me stutter my way through Sepsis, watch other people read their own stories and poetry and whatnot, and if you show up at 5:00, you can stuff your face with free food! They generally have little meatballs and chicken wings and a fruit platter with FROSTING. Fucking FROSTING, man, all in a little bowl like dip and you get your strawberries up in that shit and it ROCKS. Generally lasts a couple of hours, nice informal shindig...so, yeah. If you don't have anything better to do and you want a free meal, consider stopping by.

As a side note, I took Megan's suggestion to, well, censor the images I'm using for my Internet Censorship presentation. Perhaps you, the reader, can tell me if I did a good enough job editing out the naughty bits...

( Very dubiously WS )

ETA: OH SHIT I'M ON THE FUCKING BANDWAGON GUYS

Okay, kids, it's like this.

When I was twelve-ish, I enrolled in Immanuel Christian School (actually Immanuel Baptist School, although all denominations were welcome...except Catholics). It was a basic one-room schoolhouse sort of deal, with very few traditional classes. Instead, everyone was given workbooks and sat at their desks to do a few pages in each every day. I frequently finished early, and rather than do something productive like work ahead, I would read, pretend to check the date on my page-a-day cartoon calendar (instead reading ahead in the cartoons), occasionally try to sneak a nap...the usual slacker bullshit. But mostly, I would write, because it made me look like I was working on something legit if a teacher was looking. I wrote like hell. I haven't counted my notebooks, but there's at least a dozen in my room, some filled cover-to-cover and started again on the opposite pages, going the other way.

When I was fourteen, I diverted the majority of my creative energies into roleplaying. The notebooks were left alone because the writing in them was cringeworthy (actually, the RP tended to be cringeworthy too, but enh, hindsight). For years, they've remained utterly untouched...

...until now.

In the interest of converting my early writing to a digital format, I'm transcribing it to a text document. And in the interest of lulz, I'm snarking the thing in full.

This is terrible shit, guys. Seriously classic stuff. It stars me and my ignorance of what hurt/comfort was, and it wobbles between head-deskingly awful and eye-twitchingly disturbing. I honestly don't remember the majority of what I've written, so it's like reading something by a totally different person. A fanbrat person. A Sue person.

So, won't you take this journey of self-discovery with me? You can make whatever cheap shots you want, and I promise I won't get offended. It's a learning experience! A lulzing experience. A lurching experience. Oh hell I have been up too long.

Y'all don't have to read if you don't want. It's mostly for my own entertainment. Hopefully it'll turn out kinda funny, but I make no promises.


( Let's get this party started. )

So I was working out a few days ago, and I suddenly realized I've given all but two of my characters jobs. Not even Sue jobs, just...jobs. Occupations that largely have no bearing on their stories. I even made a list...


( This is probably going to be uninteresting to everyone but me, but what else is LJ for? )


I didn't TRY to do any of this, it just HAPPENED. It kind of freaks me out. Also, I feel bad for Will, although I maintain that eating people and being gay is a full-time effort. Do any of you other writers do this subconsciously?

( Nasty Habits, Revised and Completed )
( Afterword )

Any concrit would be greatly appreciated because...because afterword. I have to turn this in for keepsies in two days.

acl'djlf'lkfl;l; i have been SO FREAKING BUSY lately I haven't even been able willing to keep up with my faux content but anyway THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT THIS IS.

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but play Earthbound first
PLAY MOTHER 3
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YOU HAVE NO EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE
or maybe you do but YOU SHOULD STILL
PLAY MOTHER 3
PLAY MOTHER 3
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PLAY MOTHER 3

Oh yeah, and in less important news, I wrote a thing. Well, half a thing. It doesn't have an ending. I am in SERIOUS NEED of NEGATIVE FEEDBACK and CONCRIT, if anyone can give it. Seriously. Please. I don't know where I'm going with this shit and I need someone to help me define it. All the class gave me was "This is icky"/"omg rite moar!!!".


( Untitled )

OKAY EVERYONE

OKAY EVERYONE PICTURE ME ROCKING OUT TO THE INSTRUMENTAL PART OF THIS

LIKE DANCING REALLY HARD AND STUFF

'CAUSE I TOTALLY ENTERED THE COLLEGE WRITING CONTEST

AND I TOTALLY WON IT IN THE FACE

MY EXISTENCE IS VALIDATED

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


P.S.: Sorry to brag |D |) |B