Caught this high in a Filipino project. Bring it on.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Blubber, blubber. Yuck, yuck. Woot.I am seriously pissed. I cannot make a poem. I cannot make a story.
Boo! Meep.
“Writing is easy.
All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper
Until drops of blood form on your forehead.”
-Gene Fowler, journalist and biographer
Omigosh. Not now.
Usually, this is, right around now, supposed to be my blessed cramming mind working together unexpectedly, like when you have no coins to put in that horsey-ride at the mall and you sit down on it and pretend it’s moving, and then it does.
Well, it’s not working!!! I need coins!!!
…Penny for my thoughts?
I am so desperate and whacked, I just know it.
Kheeit.
Hiii. Thanks for coming.
I'm Kit. I'm the girl kind of Kit.
I love blue and noodles and stars and barefootedness.
I'm a Bible Baptist. I wear skirts ALL the time and have lots of heels and love J-e-s-u-s.
I'm SEVENTEEN. I can't believe I'm so old.
I'm a Biology major and it is ridiculously awesome.
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Hiii. Thanks for coming.
I'm Kit. I'm the girl kind of Kit.
I love blue and noodles and stars and barefootedness.
I'm a Bible Baptist. I wear skirts ALL the time and have lots of heels and love J-e-s-u-s.
I'm SEVENTEEN. I can't believe I'm so old.
I'm a Biology major and it is ridiculously awesome.
The page is still under construction, if you could take a guess. Sorry. :]
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friends
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven
credits
☀ CSS/BG ☁ PHOTO