silver skates and paper plates

12:23 p.m. - 2002-01-20

I missed Hortensio's party and all manner of bizarre and mildly pornographic things that occurred thereat. Hmph. Instead, I spent the evening writing nonsense, scratching out outlines, and learning the second violin piece I'm supposed to play for the midterm. And I've come to the conclusion that, as far as writing goes, my problem is that I just don't know when to shut up. I have a propensity to go on for pages about things that really don't matter at all. I banged out a short storyish thing that isn't really much more than a character sketch, and its still appallingly long. This has got to stop. I'd like to think its due to BSing my way through all those English essays and whatnot, but this little voice in my head is saying otherwise.

Little voice in my head...? Oh dear. Must've hit one too many trees yesterday.

And I'll go now before this entry ends up the rambly mess of useless information most of my writing degenerates into.

Adieu.

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I've been reading instead of writing and have come to the rather obvious conclusion that there are a lot of very gifted and very disturbed people lurking about ff.net. A summary of the journey: I waxed Jessiesque and checked out the Anita Blake fandom (still don't know why everyone's so keen on Edward), then Good Omens, then Les Mis, then, out of sheer curiousity, wandered over to The Bible where I had my first taste of Ruth/Naomi and Jesus/Judas and warmed my freezing hands over all the pretty flames. I think I'll be going back soon.

Oh, look. Everything I just wrote was pointless, too. Really need to work on that...

Adieu again.

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