the aftermath of feasting

I really enjoyed thanksgiving. perhaps it was simply a need to gorge myself on food. despite challenging my cousin was a disapointment (he was too drunk) trivial persuit and damn dan's friend dan thwarting my everlasting plans for a pie... *shakes fist* ah.. T2... the perfect end to that day, hanging out with my friends, although i wish there had been less 'lets tickle jpark' and more random dancing... and kaile... somehow days feel empty without her, and i'm sure i've said that many times.
for an almost full list of what i'm thankful for, go to my xanga

and sorry to certain persons for not knowing that this blog was blocking anonymous comments. comment away.

It's coming.... dun dun dun...(T-day of course)

50,000 words.. and i've got about.. 45000 left to write in a little more than a week.. i dont' think it's going to happen. I can sure as hell try though.

blargh

all my poems are the same. and i tend to like the phrase 'in the end.'
I should learn more structures like villanelles and pantoums and sestinas and such so that i can become a better poet.
not a fan of that girl's poem from night of stars

Slightly shocked

I need to get away from certain people, to whom I said after reading something of theirs that I wouldn't get freaked out, but that was impossible. It's very ... disturbing to me the ways in which the ladder theory can manifest itself.

I'm going to see if i like this better than xanga-