This is a response to the blog that I posted earlier, which I actually wrote at 11:30 last night. It’s never a good idea to let me blog late at night, especially when it’s (ahem) that time of the month. I guess this is less of a response and more of a less angsty blog to balance the scales again. Continue reading “Most Beautiful Plague”
I’m no poet… and I know it
So the night before last there was this writer’s open mic night. I attended. I read two poems. One about Bart and one about peeing. Apparently, everyone liked them. I got third place. And that’s dangerous. Continue reading “I’m no poet… and I know it”
IFA Day 8 (Final Day!)
My final Budapest video!
Darling
For those of you who attended the writer’s open mic tonight, this is what came out of those frantic scribblings you witnessed. Continue reading “Darling”
MJ (mary jane michael jackson more juice)
I won third place at a writer’s open mic night today. This is all I remember about the experience.
Continue reading “MJ (mary jane michael jackson more juice)”
I’m like an old lady, the way I’m always trying to get to sleep (me and you)
Fall Out Boy reference, anyone? No? Ok.
My friends like to call me an old person, because generally my bedtime falls between 9pm and midnight at the VERY LATEST, and averages out at about 10:30. Even weekends don’t alter this pattern. Gimme a break, I’m usually tired by like 4pm. I’m still a teenager. It’s practically in my biology to be perpetually lethargic. Whatever. Continue reading “I’m like an old lady, the way I’m always trying to get to sleep (me and you)”
LIES!
Eugenia Q&A (caution: spoilers)
When I finished writing Eugenia, I wrote a Q&A about some things I knew would come up. Also, I wrote one here too. I’d like to expand on them, now that everyone is (hypothetically) finished reading it. Continue reading “Eugenia Q&A (caution: spoilers)”
IFA 2011: Days 6-7
Bully Me This [Academic Essay]
[Writer’s note: I’m quite proud of the way this essay came out, and I thought I’d share it. It’s nine pages plus a works cited page, so buckle up]
The bell rang, and it was immediately obvious that Ms. Greb was going to be late again. It was hard to blame her; her office was at the other side of the middle school, and her waddle wasn’t speedy, to say the least. The picture of studious, I opened my Spanish text to look over the vocabulary again. “Bookshelf†was giving me a problem. EstanterÃa, estanterÃa, estanterÃa. I silently repeated. Continue reading “Bully Me This [Academic Essay]”