Currently living on: Deepfield. Not a popular band yet but I get the feeling that someday they're going to kick major ass. Beautiful lyrics, simple guitar, strong percussion. Great vocalist.

Currently trying to avoid: Pregnancy. 'Nuff said.

Currently studying: Literally everything. Semester finals are one week away. So, I have one week of study hall with Mitch left... then an entire semester without him. Pre-calculus individual test tomorrow... is going to suck. I think I'm going to seriously fail it. I'm so confident about it, but at the same time I know that means that I'm going to fuck something up. This always happens.

Currently writing: Nothing. No time. I keep updating the iPod Collection but there seems to be little to no interest in that one. So... if you're reading it, review it. Ignore the "meaning" behind those pieces--there is none. Most of them are just me playing with words.

I think I'm dying here, waiting for something to change. The plans that I made weeks ago just fell through--now I have nothing to do tomorrow. I don't get to see my best friend. I don't get to sleep between Mitch and Cassi. And it feels like everything just kind of fell in. I don't feel motivated enough to feed myself.

Oh, and Mitch isn't talking to me right now. No reason for that though... Of course not.

We never talk. Why don't we ever talk?

I've been writing a lot lately but not posting much to the blog.

There are now sixty members on FictionPress that have me listed as a favorite author. There are twenty-nine members receiving author alerts when I post. I don't know if anyone actually reads this blog (does anyone actually read this blog?) and I find it rather annoying that I can't enable comments for this particular skin. Stupid thing.

I don't want it to be 2010.

There's a notes app on my iPod touch that I use sometimes when I feel inspired. Whatever I write there, I post to this collection. The pieces really have nothing to do with each other, other than that I wrote them all on my iPod and I thought I should just shove 'em all into a collection.

I capitalize more in this collection because my iPod automatically does that and it takes a lot of effort to undo that all the time so I just basically said fuck it and left them all capitalized.

I hate capitalizing in poetry--it's unneeded.

STIX
.mate.feed.kill.repeat.
18 December 1992.
i do not capitalize when i write poetry.


Family.
Friends.
Mitch.
Boys.
Pretty girls.
A drug-free world.
Kisses on the forehead.
Slipknot, Metallica, & Mozart.
Hugs.
Touch&beTouched.
Love&beLoved.

shh, i'm always here for you.


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