Bad poetry? Oh noetry!

yeah whatever

i saw a tree the leaves fell and bounced and blew in the wind and water fell from the sky as a breeze pushed my hair and it was then that i was ok with dying

blah blah blah blah poetry SUCKS

ill tell you what mine meant

it mean that poetry is a bunch of pretentious bullshit

id rather read obituaries all day

So sayeth Ryan McPherson.

I defy you to look at this Web site and not shout "yes!" about something on almost each page.

http://onceuponawin.com/

At the very least, I'm drinking more tea

I love writers.
I love how pretentious they are, and how they occasionally twee.
I love hearing them explain their motives and reasons and excuses in class.
And I love how elitist we get when we're in the same room.

It is intoxicating and I. Love. It.

I'm fairly certain my view on sex and my fascination with sex workers are at least a little related.

This shit is just creepy.

http://blog.templates.com/robots-people-striking-3d-perspective/

WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

http://www.dancefloordale.com/

Another lesson learned

I don't like sleeping when there is no one else in the vicinity.

I just need to know there is someone in the other room.

This shit gets my blood boiling.


http://bitchmagazine.org/post/10-ways-to-subtly-want-to-puke-all-over-askmencom

Do you ever get random good moods?
Despite it being 2 in the morning and you have to get up at 8:30?
Despite the fact that you have to read 30 pages?
Despite the fact that you will be working until 1?
Despite the fact that you have a story and a paper to write after work?
Despite the fact that you nearly failed a paper, and consequently, a course, and you have to redo it to pass? And you forget the due date?
Despite the fact that not many things are going specifically well?


I think it's the song.

I don't like the idea of getting older.

What?

I cannot wait to collapse on my bed after 6 tonight.

There's a good chance I will nap between 1:30 and 3:40.


My scholastic life is so fucked up.

I keep thinking mom is right.

"When you take a breath, that's God Twittering"

Tonight, Amanda told me my article was decent, and that I'd probably develop into a good journalist, complimented my Photoshop skills and said I have a good eye for detail and that I will probably become a good designer.
She also asked me, specifically, to do Photoshop stuff on other pages.

And she complimented the horoscopes, of which I wrote all. She said they seemed real.

I feel incredibly pleased and validated.

Possibly my best work-Monday yet.

Twittahhhh

I'm IM-ing my mother right now on Skype.

She also has a Twitter account, and she and my best friend follow each other.



I love my life.