A few days ago I made a deviantART. Twas a frightening thing. I don't know why, but it was. When I opened a fictionpress I could barely handle the 2-3 day waiting period that prevents you from posting after you create the account. It's to prevent spammers or whatever but it was hard anyway. Deviantart was like, do I even need this?

On fictionpress, 50% can't write, or are simply not old enough to wow anyone-- only because they haven't lived enough life yet. The other percent is sort of divided up between amazing, irritating, and inspirational. Irritating has a sizable chunk, though. A lot of grammatical errors. I signed up to be a beta reader, but I don't know how that works so I might not get to. I filled out both forms and everything. =\ I wanna edit some of this stuff! Git some hands-on experience for when I grow up and be a rockstareditorwriterpsychologistgraphicdesignercomputerprogrammerbusinesswoman. Ya know?!

So anyway, I feel that I can fit in to fictionpress fairly well. People don't know my age on there, but I'm pretty confident that I have some sort of note-worthy writing skill. And I'm pleased with that. YAY I've improved over the last 3 years! :)

On deviantart, it seems to be different.  I haven't found a bit of art that isn't at least mind-boggling.  Wait.  I take that back.  I found a really emo user that made me want to cry.  Like, photos with fake blood on her face, dripping down.  And she wasn't even going for vampire.  She was going for "missing you."  LOL.  that's funny now that I'm not throwing up.

on DA, the competition is a little more real.

I haven't received a single negative comment on FP.  There was one little one, but it wasn't even legit so .. that doesn't really count.  On DA I think I can expect more constructive criticism.  This both scares me, but excites me.  I'm confident that I can write better than a good wheel-barrow-full of people, so why not just improve with "hey, this poem was kinda wordy."  Okay!  Sounds good!

meh.  It's just a new experience for me.

But the main reason I am telling you any of this is just because I want you to make a stop at DA and/or FP for me.  <3  Page views are important!

precariousbox favorited both poems that I have up, because she's awesome.  You know how many people visit her DA?  A bazillion!  Like I say, talented DA people are crawling everywhere. . .

cheerio.

mood: devious tags: deviantart, fictionpress

Unintentionally?

I went out on the streets of downtown with sweat soaking my back via my ever-feverish body temperature. As soon as it gets over 60, I'm toast. Almost literally. Does toast sweat before it burns? I bet you've never considered that before. I certainly haven't. So yeah, I walked downtown with an Erin by my side, accidentally quoting RENT and smacking each other in the arm when a yellow vehicle made an appearance. ALL DAY I've been singing Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand. I had an unused Electric Fetus giftcard. I considered myself armed.

We went to the fetus (that nickname is rather graphic) and I bought the Franz cd. And I danced after it was legally mine. The cd is supa good so far. No worries, DiFranco, The Strokes, and Sara B will always be my works of love. too. There is an addition.

Franz Ferdinand is one of the only bands Al and I both appreciate.

So that's my way of celebration. I did not have this in mind, of course, as I was paying for my fourteen-dollar disc of delicious Franz, because I'm as white as can be. I speak only mild Spanish (as opposed to intense?) and I didn't even know what the heck 5 de Mayo was until this morning at approximately 10. A little sad. So yeah. I don't care about cinco de mayo at all. lo siento.

Today was pretty good though. In art we did critiques, and i held my breath all hour that my painting would not be chosen for the witness stand. It wasn't. I got to smirk at my painting and nobody had to know. I actually thought it wasn't so bad, but up next to eye-catching works on that giant bulletin board, I felt a little small and insignificant. To this day, I cannot spell bulletin without looking it up. Bulletin the thumb tacks.

Let that only make sense to me..

Day 6 of the poetry strike, and I'm dying. I was writing in my speech as I walked to the lakewalk con Erin. I let some poetic line out of my boca and I felt like I cheated. At least I didn't write it down.

I'm adding the zine to my fictionpress. That's what I've decided.

Tonight promises.. I'm not sure. I'll probably post again like a creeper to tell you about it anyway.

cheerio.

location: in my happy place mood: satisfied music: Franz Ferdinand tags: cinco de mayo, day6, electric fetus, fictionpress, franz ferdinand, poetry strike, spanish, toast, writer's block, zine

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I. Have. Officially. Been. Favorited.

on this poem.

*confetti, margaritas, chocolate, and cookies for anyone who is interested*

I is SO HAPPY.

frick on a stick.

so much love to all my fans,

cheerio 

mood: ecstatic tags: favorite-ness, fictionpress, poetry

I wrote about poop.

Not today, though.

Okay, I'm just taking up space.  Just check my fictionpress and I'll shut up.  =P

cheerio.

mood: good tags: fictionpress