How absurd.

Words cannot describe my love for a fictional boy-genius.

Seriously. There are no words in the English language.

That is all.

平和

Remus

Heaven is One Step Away

[It's stuck in my head, sorry...]

Walking into a hazy morning sun with a hood on my head and a mission in my feet makes me feel like a right badass.

Why is that?

That's Motivation, Baby

College has kicked my ass yet again.

But this time, I'm not going to lie there and wallow.

No.

I'm going to get up,

Dust myself off,

And meet it head on.

I'm not giving in.

Fyte on, Britons.

A Piece of My Mind

She lay there, wandering the Internet, being bored, ignoring her language homework casting ominous shadows on her bed. She didn't want to do schoolwork. She wanted to watch a movie. She wanted to listen to music. She wanted to write, for God's sake.

But what about? She never knew. She always just decided to write. But that decision can be a pain in the ass when you have no specific reason to write. No subject, no verb, no predicate. Nothing.

But she wanted to write, Goddammit!

There must be some story wanting to be written somewhere, she thought. But all she could think of was autobiography, and no one would be particularly interested in her autobiography. At least, she wouldn't be.

She had no new characters...but who said the story wanting to be spawned had to be new? Did the future fictional job seeker want their story to be heard? Maybe they did. Their story was still locked in the recesses of her mind. It would seem that particular story is not content with captivity...

Should she go ahead and write it? No, it's not developed enough, she thought. But who said it had to be developed? This could be called prewriting, couldn't it? Well, she thought, it could be, but she'd never done prewriting before. So? But it's not her style...wait. She has a style? Oh very well, then. She began to think how to start.

But as soon as she settled on a story, another one floated to the surface. As if she needed more cause to be indecisive. The story of a girl, and her love life, and the tragedy contained therein...That's a terrible tag line, she thought. Very Juliet. And the heroine is no Juliet. Still an apt summary, though. So after all that indecision she switched tracks and started pondering the turbulent world of relationships.

How ironic that she should write a story about those. She'd never had one, and here she was trying to write nearly a lifetime of experience! Was she ambitious or just stupid? Both, most likely. She sighed resignedly. The homework loomed closer than she would have liked. She sighed again.

After all that, both job seeker and Juliet would have to wait.