Trent Reznor is like a tax inspector - ghostly and full of manticores. - R.S.G.

Well, I'm back. I've been avoiding this thing. I don't know why. Anyway. Spring break is over...had a good time. Nothing really special, just went home and bartended a party for my parents. Old drunk people are quite entertaining. Just so you know. I'm trying to figure out what classes I'm going to take over the summer. That's about it. I'll post more some other time, I just don't feel like doing a hell of a lot of writing, because that would mean facing myself. And I don't think I'm ready for that just yet.

Just a quick update: I did a what poet am I quiz (huzzah for internet things to waste my life with) and I am the following poets. Yes, poets. My score was split among these.

Carl Sandburg, Sylvia Plath, Alfred Lord Tennyson, and, of course, e. e. cummings.

You can take the quiz yourself here.

Oh how I wish I had stuff to say. I like this thing, and wish I posted more, but I never know what to type. So you get retarded entries, like this one. I'll post more later. I swear. As soon as I can think of something that doesn't make me sound like an idiot.

Oops. Too late.