January 2010
Dylan (my best friend and roommate, for the uninitiated) says that it’s bullshit when guys say they like Jim on The Office because they identify with him; he says “Jim is really generic and is just sort of the straight man to the zany hijinx on the show.”
I identify. I feel like I need to move away to Stamford, Connecticut rather than go back to East Lansing tomorrow. It’s...
lol Montreal
I really don’t remember last night. Evidently I hit on a girl from Vanderbilt while her boyfriend was on her arm, and then hit on my buddy Joe Habib.
Going clubbing tonight. I’m staying 93% sober just because I don’t want to go make a decision I’ll regret in the morning, because I evidently lack self-control.
Montreal is okay with me.
Ow
Painful. Agonizing. Horrendous. All aspects of the word.
I should have listened to my own advice months ago. There’s a part of me (that’s wiser and tends to annoy me) watching this and going, “Aha! See, I told you this would happen!”
Then I have another drink to shut him up.
Blah blah emo whine blah.
I want clean towels in Montreal. Four towels to seven people is gross.
Not a good day. Dunno what happened, but everything feels weird. It’s like taking a bite of your favorite food and finding that it tastes like green beans or broccoli or peas. Not quite right.
Articulate eloquence is in low supplies right now.
Deleted!
Ohhh heavens. That was interesting to read.
“And fuck the bejesus out of you” is a good phrase, though.
Legal Canadian dirnking.
Very peculiar, buying my own booze.
I’m staying mostly sober because I have to be up by 8:00 tomorrow. I should go to bed at 1:00.
Maybe.
This weekend is going to be made of bad decisions.
Ties
I can’t tie a tie.
This is really embarrassing.
A Political Rant
FOX News is now, evidently, the most trusted name in news.
Pardon my inelegant dip into vulgarity here, but what the fuck?
Ignoring the asinine idea that some amorphous blob of “media” is out to destroy me and my family and my dog and everything I’ve ever held dear, of all networks why trust FOX News? These are the people who give Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, and now Sarah Palin a...
“Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by...”
– Lewis Carroll. The man had a gift for meter.
Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch
Whine whine whine whine whine.
That is the extent of my evening.
My life is reduced to blurbs and sound bites.
At 1:45 AM, I’m dimly beginning to wonder why I’m still awake. I didn’t even do all my homework this evening, instead putting off what I can until tomorrow. Considering I don’t have anything due until 3:00, this technically isn’t a problem.
Technically.
God, I’m a bad student. I wasn’t always this way, I swear.
Sorry to my Twitter followers
It is a well-established fact that I enjoy whoring myself out. But I done wrote something (no, it’s not finished. Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t finish anything), and I’m desperate for readers like Lady Gaga is to get rid of those pesky questions about her actual gender.
Here. Read The Rhapsody of the Fisherman, or what little there is of it.
I think I’m rebelling in my own quiet little way, by scribbling away a second novel all while working hard to get my degrees in Political Theory and International Relations so I can go to a nice law school and make my parents proud.
When my writing is seen as just some weird hobby to them, this is the way it has to be done.
Book 2 is now about 1/5th of the way done, which sounds promising, because that means it will be longer than Seafear. I always feel like I need to beat my own personal records every time I write a story, unless of course the story dictates it’s going to be shorter.
Length, while no measure of quality, is often the most impressive feat when writing a book. It shouldn’t be this way,...
“You don’t hear people saying OMG (Oh My Buddha)!”
– Facebook stalker feed.
Can I please correct everything that is wrong about that sentence?
Run Awaaay
Ever thought about packing a bag with only what was absolutely necessary—even if that meant nothing—and disappearing, if only for a little while?
Some days I think I could disappear. I think I could step into the sprawling woods behind my house and sit. I once drunkenly said I love the wilderness because it’s so quiet that I can think more. But those days are rare. I grew up an...
Internet Wh0r
My formspring only gets statements nowadays.
Ask me something. Do it.
Edit, broken link.
I think I’m now officially some type of narcissistic ho, since I am up to roughly 800 pictures of myself on Facebook.
To be fair, most of them are not taken by me. I just hung out with camera whores in high school, and I also had 500 pictures taken in Japan.
I also unconditionally love the word “ho.” It’s much dirtier sounding than “whore.”
dear u.s. supreme court,
liltinysoprano:
unlimited campaign spending for corporations? what the fuck are you thinking?
Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas wanted to be personally thanked every time they went into Target to buy accessories for their apartment. Now that they’ve moved in together, they’re getting very serious.
What? I’m sure Target contributes to a lot of campaign funds.
watching hp&hbp....i miss the potter craze
(via iwantthemoon)
It went away?
Run through Kalamazoo College campus, no one...
dyinginback:
It’s just physical activity. I’m not juggling dildos on a unicycle or anything.
That’s because all the drunkards and sluts I graduated with (since most of my graduating class ran off to Western) are surprised to see that anyone kept up with “sport” of any kind besides beer pong after they were kicked off the high school football team for showing up drunk to...
lol health care
I wonder what would have happened if the Senate didn’t pass the Civil Rights Act because of conservatives being asshats.
As I recall, they were pretty much against that bill, too.
Whenever I go past a mirror now, I’m afraid I’m going to see my father.
I don’t want that. That’s not the life I want to lead. I need to change something.
About Me
One thing that always aggravates me about Tumblr is that there’s no profile page to look at. You start following people (or have them start following you) without any idea of who they are. So I’m taking matters into my own hands and twiddling with HTML, because I forgot that I knew how to do that, by adding a hyperlink onto the sidebar. Man, I’m so good at Internet.
Anyway....
it would be awesome if my throat wasn't so swollen...
liltinysoprano:
being sick sucks.
Hear, hear. My fever ran away (for now), but it took my voice with it. I think it was spooked by the resident stoners on my floor blaring MmmBop at 300 decibels earlier for some God forsaken reason.
“I’m all in favor of being post-partisan as long as the other party is...”
– Rep. Richard Neal (D-Mass)
Summer
I applied to study abroad in Ireland this summer for the Public Affairs in Ireland course James Madison College offers. I got my acceptance letter today. :D
After expecting the envelope in the mailbox to be a rejection letter from a literary agent, this was a nice surprise.
Back to bed! Dying of the plague.
Some Things
About Massachusetts tonight:
A 59/41 split in the Senate does not give the Republicans a magical majority. Yes, they are assholes who filibuster far more than the Democrats ever did in the minority (in the 109th Congress, there were 112 Republican filibusters, a record). In fact, 59 Democrats and 41 Republicans STILL gives the Democrats a bigger majority than President Bush ever had. And as Jon...
Now
I’m playing connect-the-dots with the streetlights because it gives me something to think about when I stare off into the infinite space outside my window.
I’m dreaming up a story about a sprawling house in the Virginia countryside, infested with a sinister creature from the realm of Fairy that will not leave.
I’m thinking about how gray January is, how dismal it seems to be,...
Blisters & Coffee
dyinginback:
And then there will be nothing left to me.
Don’t forget the ink.
January
Gray skies and the mingling scents of diesel and cigarette smoke greeted me while I walked down the sidewalk this afternoon to go discuss things I didn’t even want to talk about.
Snow looks good before Christmas. Afterward, it starts to look like mush, and then it gets into your shoes and you can’t walk right.
And you see things and feel things that you want to share but can’t,...
Words
Words, to be utterly inelegant, are my thing. I can generally express myself exactly as I mean to. When I say, “That’s not what I meant,” that’s a lie. As has been pointed out to me, what I’m saying there is “That’s not how I meant for you to take that.” 99% of the time, unless I’m lying for deliberate reasons (and I really, really hate lying,...
“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I...”
– A.A. Milne (via dearmylove)
Despite the cheesiness of that quote, I’ve always enjoyed it.
Awesome
A gritting of teeth to forestall the inevitable onslaught of crushing misery and the questions about my desirability and worth.
Now, the question becomes, what do I do?
Backstory
The other day, I was trolling around a wiki for a video game I finished recently; the backstory for the game was fairly intricate and intrigued me, and when I read the timeline for the game I came to the realization that I needed to redo Seafear’s timeline. So I started to redo the timeline, which was one of the first things I wrote (and subsequently fairly out of date and inaccurate), which...
Lordy Loo
I think everyone and their grandma (including, I suppose, me if you count some stupid voice mails and regrettable text messages) had romantic complications this weekend. It seems that way.
Tonight
Jesus Christ, I hate beer. I drank it, though. Goddamn, it’s not even good tasting.
“Did you guys know that snow is made of water?”
Yeah. Good evening. Very good evening. I just popped my drunken Tumblr cherry.
Wallowing
I am wallowing today, in self-pity and irritation and in lazy and in exhausted and in hangover.
Mostly hangover by this point, though.
Haiti + Tumblr = Love 4 Evarr
It really bugs me how Tumblr is trying to make donating to Haiti a hipster thing. “Donate to Haiti, then show it off on Tumblr!”
I mean, I’m sure the Haitians won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but really, it’s not something you should brag about, donating. It makes you seem like a tool.
This also applies to Facebook statuses and tweets.
Blah Blah Emo Blah Part 2
I think I’ve come to the realization that I’m a genuinely unhappy person who experiences prolonged periods of extreme happiness. But — and I’m petrified to discover this — I think my natural state is discontent and unhappiness.
I hope to God it’s not true.
*harrumph*
That is all.
Hmmm
“UNICEF funds abortion. Do not support this agency. How can you claim to help children if you’re killing them?”
Pulled that from a Facebook status in my stalkerfeed today. My response, that I refuse to post on Facebook for fear of starting a massive flame war (but I’ll post here because my political ego won’t let this issue sit):
The military funds murder. Do not...
“Alack what poverty my muse brings forth,
That having such a scope to show her...”
– It’s Shakespeare, ingrates.
Queries
Query No. 12 for Seafear is in the mail. I still haven’t heard back from Evan Goldfried yet, but I sent him 50 pages right around a holiday, so I’m giving him another month before I mentally write it off as another rejection. If I can find another agent to query today (preferably by email) I’ll feel good.
Whenever I read stories about authors who send out their query letters by...