sweetgingersnap

Note: I wrote this for creative writing. Its all a bit fuzzy now, this scene in my head. Its the furthest back I can remember. My first memory. It was only recently that I revealed it to my parents and got all the little details that make it a complete picture. But I'll tell it as I remember it. The quaint room was dimly lit with the yellow-tinge of a poor light bulb in a single lamp. It wasn't that warm, cozy kind of off-lighting. It was the kind that makes you feel off-balance and in shadow. If there was any smell in this house, it was probably of incense, the bitter, sultry ghost of nag champa, like magic and home at the same time. But

Why is it that whenever I think of an epic romance or friendship- and proceed to look it up- it turns out there is actually an epic rivalry there? For instance, I thought to myself: I bet Spock and Data could totally be best friends. Spock would be all like "This is fascinating." And Data would respond, "I concur, what an interesting turn of events!" But no! Every geek out there is more focused on who would pwn the other! Aragog and Shelob would be in an epic romance. And then she would eat him, to nuturish their love children. But no! Every person-with-nothing-better-to-do is more focused on who is more of a badass! Now this doesn't mea

Holy Shit, Batman! It's been over a year since I've last made a journal post! H'okay. Vell. Dissa new one, k? I've done art, lovelies. I jess hasn't posted it. Sorry, bbs. AND I prolly will ne'er post it. N'matter how cool it is and how much youse missin out. EXCEPT FOR MY RAD AS FUCK BATMAN COMIC which ah'll def post eventually. Vhen iz dun. Until zen, jess rejoice. In life, in love, in ze vorld, in everyt'ing, mkay? OH! And, FRIGGIN (this cuss word is derived from the Norse goddess Frigg, wife of Odin, btw, in case you was wond'rin) Ay, MAN! IMMA SOPHOMORON IN COLLEGE!!! Dat means Ah knock out one more year, and I'm off to Au Pair and