I have a bad heart. But that's a story for another day.

Things are going...
There have been ups and downs so severe in the past month that it feels as though I am stuck on the most terrifying roller coaster ever created.
Not to worry, though.

The ups are winning.

I haven't been writing enough. At least, nothing of substance and nothing I could post on dA. But that will change. Not only am I in a fiction writing class, but I have realized that I need to rededicate myself to the things that were once very important to me. Like writing & reading.

I have friends and family and friends that act like family and so much love to appreciate. I really do love my life.

And I've gone 4 months now as a vegetarian.

La la la la...

...Life is too short to waste being stressed.

So take it in stride (I'm serious, go for a walk).
Go through the motions.


And laugh as often as possible.

I find it cynically laughable that when one major aspect of your life takes a turn for the worse, so do many others. When I am able to take a step back from the monstrosity that my life has presently become, it is quite ironic. Call me a pessimist if you will; it wouldn't be a false inference.

Having yet to emerge from the cloud of feminist rage that I have been emanating over the past several days, I have found contentment within it. Yes, being constantly pissed off has actually allowed me some happiness. Who knew a change in my usual perky attitude to an overall "fuck you" persona could enhance so many dreary afternoons?

Poetry sucks. Fuck poetry. I hate writing it; I only write poetry when the mood strikes me. Being told how and when to write it is becoming a bleeding thorn in my side. Despite my fast-fading enthusiasm for my mandatory poetry class, I will continue to post the pathetic outcomes of our weekly homework assignments with wavering hope that someone, somewhere will comment on it so that I may improve. Don't worry people, I won't get my hopes up about that one. I won't get my hopes up about anything anymore.

Another tidbit of irony: whenever my head hangs and my eyes gaze hopelessly at the ground, I catch a glimpse of the one glimmer of delight left in my current livelihood: new kickass boots.

Back at school and finally in a real dorm room. I've only been here for a little over a week, but it feels as though it's been so much longer. It feels like it's been months since I've seen him. But lately we've been dancing on a volcano. And now we find ourselves asking the question, "Is it really worth fighting for?"

It's nice to finally live closer to the friends I've made throughout the fall semester, but then again, I still don't see them that often. Mostly I think that's my fault.

The funny thing about college is that you have no privacy, yet you spend so much time alone.

As for my art, you'll notice I've added a new poem, and I also have a new scrap, for anyone who is interested. Replacing my narrative techniques class is poetic techniques, so you'll be noticing a lot more poems in the future. Poetry is fun sometimes, but it's not really my thing. I already know I want to pursue fiction. I guess it's a good thing to be educated in both, though. After all, Shakespeare implemented both poetry and prose in his plays.

Sorry for the monotone in this entry. The perkiness I usually try to keep up with every day is withering. Would it be too pathetic if I said that I just really wanted a hug?

Let's just call it what it is.

Look! All the deviations in the box on my page are works of literature. This is a fact that will only lessen my popularity on the site, considering no one wants to read. Oh well! I am proud of myself. If there's one thing I don't do enough as a writer... it's write. My narrative techniques class has picked up a little and we have begun writing more. It's quite a refreshing experience.

Welcome to December! Though it's not technically winter, I like to pretend that it is once the first of December rolls around. Winter is my favorite season. I enjoy the snow, mostly (my birthday totally has nothing to do with it. ). Winter is an inspiration. Hopefully I shall be writing better, even over the break when there are no classes to force me into it. Winter is also, to me, the most romantic season. And you know how much of a hopeless romantic I am.
In other news, I am in love!