Here I Am At Home Again, This Rainy Avenue . . .

Hugs, thanks, and e-cookies if ANYONE can tell me where this quote hails from! Lovers of punk, I summon you!

Well, i'm not at home *cry*. I'm in Newspaper, listening to The Sharpest Lives *joyness!* and working on my novel, which has sped past the seventy page mark.

So yeah, I look back at past exploits (I even took twenty minutes last night to re-read the entire thing - it took an hour. I'm proud of myself!), and I wonder if I've changed from writing this novel.

My name changed from Izzy to Jink, because I lost who she was. I don't regret it - Izzy is no longer me. She does things I could never bring myself to do. So i created Jink, lovely as she is. What's sad is that I've never told you guys my real name.

And I find myself afraid to do it.

*scoff* Oh well. I'll tell you in good time.

*Now I'm listening to Part IV: Morning In May by the same guys from the title!*

I'm supposed to be working on Newspaper crap, but it's hard to do that when no one will e-mail you back the damn interview! WTF?!?!? I GOT GRADES AT STAKE, PEOPLE! I'm actually almost passing World History, Physics is in the bag . . . sadly, the only thing giving me trouble is English Lit. (which proves that I'm supposed to be a writer).

I saw this Foldger's commercial, where this girl's brother comes back from Africs for Christmas and hands her a present. She looks at it, takes the bow off, and sticks it to him saying, "YOU'RE my present this year."

Time slows and I take your hand
I hold you as we lose control
Hold on, baby we're almost home . . . .

*tear*

I even bought the [explicit]a present. it's one of those blessing rings, and it says MUSIC on one side:


and says UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE on the other



I'm wearing it right now, cause it makes me feel better. Deal with it.

I got Anon a little medallion with a fox/coyote on it. It's got an inspirational quote on the back, to make it look cool. I'd show you a picture, but I can't find it. *sad face*

Well, meh peeps, i'm off to write some more, maybe hit up a bathroom, yeah . . .

OH WAIT! HERE'S A FUNNY STORY!

Comic guy: You remind me of my father.
Me: *reading comics* How's that?
CG: Well, when I was younger, he shot up heroin.
me: *kinda freaked out* Uhh . . .
CG: When he shot it up, he'd go "AAAHHHHHHHHH!" really loud. When you open them comics and read, you go "AAAHHHHHHHHH!" just like he did.

*roflemao*

~Jink, a writer at work