Tell us about your day. -cuz we love to listen-

[d e s d e m o n o]

emo

Let us weep together over our missed opportunity until they come back.  

[XI S i l v e r IX]

These days I don't exactly have good days.

I would say more, but then, I'm too tired to even think about it.  

[Spastic waffles]

Today was a super awesome sort of day. smile

EXCEPT. If I don't write something soon my brain. It may explode. WHY am I not writing things?

My muse has deserted me.  

[SilverSongSword]

I'm as sick as a dog. It's bloody distracting. Meanwhile, Spongebob amuses me and the main boards writing forum makes me sad. Very, very sad.  

[Serenity Reed]

Don't be sick guys! It's all good. I recommend reading something when the muse leaves. *_*

We printed out my manuscript today. It's HUGE and that's only the first 13 chapters single spaced. Amazing!  

[Gabryl-Kaine]

...And then, from the deeps, resplendent in dark and terrible majesty, rose the one known as Gabriel, The Eldest Archon of the Old Gods. Where each glorious foot touched, the earth quivered and shied away, all life there boiling and falling to dust before His might. Murders of crows flocked and spun about the blinding shadows of His form; a living, writhing robe of black feathers and raucous song. As each of His three eyes opened, The highest upon His brow seeing That Which Is To Come, the second below that, gazing on That Which Is, and the lowest, placed on His jaw, seeing only That Which Was, Past, Present and Future bowed before his terrible gaze, offering up their secrets. Finally he raised his palms to the roiling sky, and opening the mouths placed therein, a haunting, piercing, alien song sprung forth and in the deep places beyond the wildest ken of man, stirred to life those that would bring forth the New World.

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That's right! I have returned! ...Sortof...

I appologize once again for my absence. I've been busy beyond anything I though I could ever handle. College, Shows, sickness, more school, and school projects.

I don't know whether I mentioned much of what goes on in my program (the Applied Communication Program) but we cover Radio, Video, Writing, Publishing, Photography, and essentially dabble in all media. The entire course is mostly projects, and we've been inundated. Plus over Halloween I got the opportunity to perform with Atomic Vaudeville - a local Comedy sketch/cabaret show. While awesome and hilarious - and a generally AMAZING gig (working with some of the best theatre actors in the city) it also drained most of my life force, and left me with pretty much only my reserves. I found out they wanted my on the 20 of Oct. Rehearsal started the 23rd. We opened on the 29th. so for the week therein, I was getting up at six, going to school, going from there to rehearsal, and getting home at midnight. Every day. Then we opened. I'm still recovering. That said, I'm gunna do it again at New Years. razz

Now. Now that I've explained (vented) that, I just wanted to say hi to everyone - I miss you all! I have been writing (there's Part 1 of the piece up in WiP - Alien Poetry ) a bit anyway. And I'm still alive, after a fashion.
So I hope all are well (That sickness clears up and that muses return as well) and I'll try to make a more concerted effort to pop in more often.  

[Serenity Reed]

OMG THANKSGIVING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!  

[Serenity Reed]

I had a person run around screaming about how awesome one of the scenes in my novel is.

It is a happy day.  

[Spastic waffles]

I'm still trying to figure out why I bother coming home.

Taylor is my real home. Where people actually get off the internet long enough to say "hey, welcome back from college, how are you?" Apparently my family doesn't see that need.  

[Tak-Jak]

Matt and I broke up. neutral  

[Serenity Reed]

crying I'm sorry, Tak.  

[Spastic waffles]

Tak, I'm so sorry. sad

3 finals left till I get my life back.  

[Serenity Reed]

Two finals, three papers.

Two days.  

[Spastic waffles]

sad

My best friend is sad. Which means I am sad. And he won't answer his phone to tell me what's going on.  

[Serenity Reed]

I just want to stab her.

Oh, yeah, WE don't talk to you. WE don't invite you places.

I should have gone through with it a year ago and just STOPPED worrying about her.