Oh, I should probably mention...
no boyfriend (or only one paper assessed this semester) = excellent excellent grades
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Twenty Six
There are butterflies in my stomach,
they crawl so and churn my insides.
I thought they would stay in cocoons,
forever caterpillars of worry and fear.
But a fluttering of wings and I tremble,
gnaw on my peace of mind and holes,
black holes appear in my sanity.
they crawl so and churn my insides.
I thought they would stay in cocoons,
forever caterpillars of worry and fear.
But a fluttering of wings and I tremble,
gnaw on my peace of mind and holes,
black holes appear in my sanity.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Twenty Four
Let's be glib, dear boy.
You're a strange being,
draconian in some ways,
and yet playful in others.
Catlike creature, smile so.
You brush against me,
but your ears flatten when
I gently try to pick you up.
You're a strange being,
draconian in some ways,
and yet playful in others.
Catlike creature, smile so.
You brush against me,
but your ears flatten when
I gently try to pick you up.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Day Two Hundred and Twenty Three
I dug out my diaries from high school and they read like romance novels on Fictionpress... full of stolen glances, loaded exchanges and such. Ah, I was so naive. And misguided when it came to reading boys, that is, when a boy is being friendly and when he is flirting.
That is the problem with most the stories on Fictionpress, including my own. The male leads just sound like girls dressed in guys clothing. I honestly should get a boy to read stories on Fictionpress and ask them if that is how they really think.
That being said, life imitates Fictionpress pretty well sometimes. I give you this story:
Argumentative girl falls for the pompous handsome med student on her dorm floor but he doesn't like her back... she moons over him for almost half a year and all the while, she starts a friendship with the boy who continually knocks on her room door at random hours of the night... said boy has tidbits of gossip... I should probably mention at this point that this girl has a knack for collecting and spreading gossip... back to said boy... this strange boy has interesting gossip which he refuses to give freely to the girl, unless she manages to outwit it out of him... but oh noes! strange boy has a girlfriend... what is he doing? dumdumdum...
That is the problem with most the stories on Fictionpress, including my own. The male leads just sound like girls dressed in guys clothing. I honestly should get a boy to read stories on Fictionpress and ask them if that is how they really think.
That being said, life imitates Fictionpress pretty well sometimes. I give you this story:
Argumentative girl falls for the pompous handsome med student on her dorm floor but he doesn't like her back... she moons over him for almost half a year and all the while, she starts a friendship with the boy who continually knocks on her room door at random hours of the night... said boy has tidbits of gossip... I should probably mention at this point that this girl has a knack for collecting and spreading gossip... back to said boy... this strange boy has interesting gossip which he refuses to give freely to the girl, unless she manages to outwit it out of him... but oh noes! strange boy has a girlfriend... what is he doing? dumdumdum...
Friday, June 24, 2011
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