pianolegs

I am currently Helen.

You want to know how you go crazy? One marble at a time.

Hmm.
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[info]forestfaerie
I am tired of my livejournal making sense. None of my thoughts make sense, but here I am trying to put them into a logical and chronological format so as to better appeal to people who will probably skim over it on their friends page anyhow. (No offense is meant by this, but you have to admit we all do it). 

So I am making my e-journal more like my π -journal (pi=p+i, paper and ink) and by that I mean, or rather I reiterate, I am tired of making sense. Years from now i will look back and probably regret not having a day to day account of my life as a stupid teen. For now, fuck it.

Today I was cheeky at my english teacher and I wrote a poem about a desk. Well, a desk and chair combined and what the hell do you call that anyhow? Although that is like the ultimate multi-tasking right there. 

The NaNo clock is ticking down and I think I have been reading too much Douglas Coupland. I think I may start randomly putting things in big fonts just because. I am so post-modern it hurts. You have caught me in a strange mood, in case you can't tell.

It really sucks that my horrible writer's craft teacher is also my crappy english teacher. My Hamlet unit test is MULTIPLE FREAKING CHOICE. I have three classes a day, and she is in two of them. My new week resolution will be not to throw a beverage at her. Also, to write a novel, seeing as NANOWRIMO STARTS THURSDAY.

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[info]forestfaerie
So, people on friends list (or not, I'm keeping this entry open)...

How are you guys? How are your lives going? I'm sorry I don't comment on your posts as often as I should, but if you feel like we haven't talked in while, say something here, we can have a conversation. 

I promise I'll reply.

-your favorite helen (right?)

New York Pictures!
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[info]forestfaerie

Because raving how much I love New York is exhausting and I'm siiiiick.


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pianolegs
[info]forestfaerie
fuck fuck FUCK.

I update my livejournal, go out of the room for a second, and I come back to find my mom READING MY GODDAMN LIVEJOURNAL. Okay, fine, I shouldn't have left it open, especially since my mom has proven in the past that she has no concept of privacy. But nevertheless... ARGH.

Happy Holidays All.

Oh and, I guess I'm going friends-only. Which also means I'll be cleaning up my friends list. Comment here if you want to stay on it, yada yada, I'm sure you've done it before.
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