The Vestige

I’m kind of weird.

I want to live in Alaska, but I hate snow.

Anything remotely gory makes me wanna vomit, yet there is an intensely gory scene (in my view at least) in every story I write.

Some people don’t understand me. I understand why they don’t understand me. I don’t even understand myself half the time. All I know is that I just….am. I’m me, the girl that goes by a thousand names, has a personality for every occasion, but am somehow always the same person. Did you understand any of that? Yeah, same.

On a completely different and unrelated note, because I don’t feel like starting another post, I just found out I AM GOING TO COLLEGE!!!!!!!!!! I only applied to one college and I got in! Holy crap, this is a huge weight off my shoulders. Unfortunately, it’s not over yet. With my choice of going to a private college I have a boat load of scholarships to apply for.

And on another unrelated note, I have decided to turn my poetry anthology into a book, though I am keeping the poetry and will try to finish the anthology regardless. And my first art piece just needs a little touch up work (though I still find it hideous) then I will post it along with the tragic beginnings of my next piece.

Life is more fun when nothing is normal:)

~ Poison