so what if unprofessional teenage girls eat the beginning of every 8 & 1/2 x 11 notebook? so this. i’ve written under many aliases, but none of them were things i’d readily show my grandmother. then there are shelves of molding accounts that chronicled periods of my life, in no particular order:
Ice Cream
Ice Cream Makes Me Fat
Syuusuke Is Extremely Hot
Gentoo > Slackware
School Is a Bucket of Shit
Poor Libertarians? Me?
Liek, Algebraic Topology LOL!!!1
God Is Dead
How Do Major Crushes On 8 Separate Graduate Students Work?
Ice Cream
Icelandic Sounds Nice
Little Miss Demosthenes
Meow
Stop Being a Conceited Asshole
Oh My God I Can’t Write At All
Throw Paint On Canvas
Throw Baby In River
Am I Fat?
Redundancy
Egging Asian Homes
well, back to square one, i suppose. here’s something different. i’ve toned down my life to simply livejournal, a sandbox i’ve locked to the only people i can stand looking at without screaming obscenities. xanga fue abandonada, como siempre. what’s blogger again? blocked at famous libraries, that’s what blogger is. no one at facebook appreciates serious jeopardy. my chickenscratch is not suitable for deviantart. fanfic.net is like a whore with chlamydia; crim is too slim, & only big things like harry potter have well-groomed, indie sites like fictionalley that still receive traffic. i’m just dishing out examples. you can generalize later: the proof is left as an exercise to the reader. did you know your desk DOES make a difference in your work? well, i need that new desk. i’m hella poor, at the end of my wits… craving motivation like coffee craving filters. how do you keep your adverbs subtle in fandom? what’s the trick in making your audience see a muscle spasm in three words, three words that exclude ‘muscle’ and ’spasm’? when can you write a mary sue but still make her popular with The Average Citizen? everything’s so easy in literature, where you’ve never been touched by film or even a picture of the character you love. literature embraces absurdism, ugliness. holdin’ it real in fanfiction is hard — no matter what anyone tells you.
this is an archive of my projects.