doomcrayon develops character!

I love other people's icons. I love not having to make my own sometimes. What I don't love, and it is totally probably just me being completely anal retentive and nerotic, not having the top of their heads. It makes me twitch at times when all I can find are icons of people missing the tops of their heads. I understand sometimes you have to crop that way because of the picture or it makes a nice icon but...why does the forehead offend so many? And I hope I don't upset anyone I am just wondering why people crop like that. This is all Chase Crawford's fault. I went looking for icons cause I knew I would find them and they all lack a forehead.

More like SWEET MOTHERFUCKING FREEDOM FROM PAPERS AND EXAMS, but the point remains. Until finals, anyway, but as I've already taken one and my next two aren't until the week after next, I AM FUCKING FREE.



FREE.

I still need to start studying, but at least I can catch up on stuff and get narratives posted, ohoho.

Kellogg buys Mother's Cake & Cookie Co.'s recipes

Yaaaaaaaay! I was SO SAD when the cookies disappeared off of my grocery store's shelves.

Baa. Find your spot.

( My top spots. )

Apparently I should be living in Tennessee or Florida? Or at least in the southeast. :( Where's my northern California / Lake Tahoe area stuff? That's where I really wanna live, if I ever left Austin (which is #23 on the list of my "top spots" apparently). I suppose Knoxville wouldn't be too bad, what with being near the Great Smoky Mountains and all.

But, dude. I love snow and all ... but 60 inches of snow SO isn't my idea of good tiems. (Denver, Colorado)

Some updates to my Fallen notes! Just to Sylvie and Azazel; I'll add more eventually when I'm not being crushed to death by university. I don't know if they'll really affect anyone, but JUST IN CASE?

色は匂へど 散りぬるを
我が世誰ぞ 常ならむ
有為の奥山 今日越えて
浅き夢見じ 酔ひもせず

いろはにほへど　ちりぬるを
わがよたれぞ　つねならむ
うゐのおくやま　けふこえて
あさきゆめみじ　ゑひもせず

Approval responses have been sent and my complete and utter FAIL has been realized. Will probably be pausing the game until January - everyone's encouraged to have scenes and backstory and whatever else you guys want, but actual plot will be held until I can actually, you know, plot. *facepalm*

Luxxxxxx meimei!!!!

My paper's on Zora Neale Hurston.

Anyone wanna look it over for me for like grammatical errors and stuff like that? I suck at staying in the past tense or present or whatever too.

I want more then one person to look at it. Pretty please?

I did my whole first draft.

Then Word had an error and I accidentally saved over it.

Now half of it's gone.

I'm gonna go cry now.

martina sorbara.



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"Like a work of art," she repeated, looking from her canvas to the drawing-room steps and back again. She must rest for a moment. And, resting, looking from one to the other vaguely, the old question which traversed the sky of the soul perpetually, the vast, the general question which was apt to particularise itself at such moments as these, when she released faculties that had been on the strain, stood over her, paused over her, darkened over her. What is the meaning of life? That was all - a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that, and the other; herself and Charles Tansley and the breaking wave; Mrs. Ramsay bringing them together; Mrs. Ramsay saying, "Life stand still here"; Mrs. Ramsay making of the moment something permanent (as in another sphere Lily herself tried to make of the moment something permanent) - this was of the nature of a revelation. In the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal passing and flowing (she looked at the clouds going and the leaves shaking) was struck into stability. Life stand still here, Mrs. Ramsay said. "Mrs. Ramsay! Mrs. Ramsay!" she repeated. She owed it all to her.

- Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse, 1927

Emphasis mine. Beautiful. Beautifully and truthfully worded.

P.S. According to myself, only a homosexual English major would love literature enough to post it in his journal.

( school updizzle for my own edification )

Ugh! I hate my life about now. I am stressing and I hate it. My professor is such a fucking spaz. He almost forgot to tell me I had to make an appointment with two people in the department I have never even met. We haven't done shit this semester and I am really at a loss of what the hell I should really be doing. Really how fucking stupid is it if you are two minutes late and already have missed class because he told them something then was done. He does that all the time! It is a seminar class and we don't talk to each other! I have never seen the other people's work. I don't even know what they do! *flail*

( Sample of this semesters drawings )

( Bradley James )

Either I am hallucinating an alarm going off, or the people upstairs have somehow left it on and are not turning it off. Either way I'm starting to go slightly nutty.

Going to bed. Really. I just wanted to squee.

The Brig on SJA this week. SQUEE. Omg I can't wait to icon. Or next week's ep.

It's racetrack's birthday!


Happy birthday, Dawn!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAWN!!!!!