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"Let the logic cease!" - boisemom 
July 09, 2003 | 7:44 PM |
I've been cleaning my room, and I ran across a notebook containing paperwork/assignment sheets from when I was taking Mrs. Wanicka's ("That Woman") Creative Writing lab. There's this amusing excerpt from an assignment sheet in which she explains the mechanisms of "plot". Ana and I have made the observation that it's perfectly analogous with the act of sex. And now, the excerpt:
Exposition - The part of the story, (usually at the beginning), which introduces the background situation, setting, and usually the main character(s).

Rising Action - Events lead up to the climax of the story, building the reader's interest by creating a problem to be solved.

Climax - The high point of the action -- the turning point when the problem is confronted.

Falling Action - Events following the climax tell how the story's main problem is resolved and lead to the story's conclusion.

Resolution - (also called Denouement) - The story is given a sense of closure as it ends.

There you have it, folks -- Exposition (to reveal nudity), Rising Action (an erection), Climax (well, you know...), Falling Action (the opposite of erection), and Resolution (sleep!).
July 08, 2003 | 2:27 AM |
I've been doing some late-night cleaning. I've cleared out a bunch of junk. The rest will be carried out with the morrow's labors.

By the by, I'm nearing completion on my JaCkinbOx drawing. I'm fairly pleased with it.

I'm going to bed, now. 

Love you, guys.

Quote of the Day:

"I used to hate it when old people would come up to me at weddings and pinch my cheeks and say, "you're next," "you're next". Well, they stopped doing that junk when I started to do it to them at funerals." - ???
July 07, 2003 | 5:39 PM |
I've been working on a JaCkinbOx drawing for a mini-webcomic of mine since June 17. It has collected more bug guts on it, since then, than any other drawing I've ever done.

Just thought I'd share this historic moment with you all.

Damned gnats.

July 06, 2003 | 5:10 PM | I thought. 
Can I go on forgiving, forever? I like to think I can... In the grand scheme of things, I'm sure I can... but I put it off until it benefits me to act. You know, it's funny how people seem to get a perverted pleasure out of allowing disorder, out of procrastinating to do the right thing. It's as if it gives us an emotional high to allow ourselves to embrace evil. There are people that I have met in my lifetime that I have mistreated. In each and every instance, I chose to do so, ultimately, for my personal gain. I have appealed to other people only if I got anything out of it. It's a classic case of stepping on others to elevate oneself. And there's no way I can consciously avoid it.

I guess we're all opportunists. I have never known any act to be truly selfless, except by accident.

July 04, 2003 | 2:44 AM |
I'm burning time, talking to Ana via AIM. We should be spending the whole of Independence Day together. It's gonna be great, even if I do accidentally oversleep.

I have some shout-outs:

Ana: Meeeowww.

Laura: Have fun at the fireworks display thingy, or whatever it was. Be good.

Bill: Good luck on the mission trip.

Heathyr: I miss you. A lot. I hope you have a great 4th. Love you, no matter what.

Sarah: I'll have to get used to the new cut. It's pretty good, though.

July 03, 2003 | 3:11 PM | Mwee.
Ana's with me. She's going to type "hello":
Isn't that marvelous, friends?
July 03, 2003 | 1:29 AM | Life: The Sequel.
Ana arrived at about 10:00 a.m., July 02, to assist Mother dearest in rennovating my sister's room. I stuck around until about 2:30 p.m., and then left for further training at CVS Mills River. 4 hours of work, and it seemed like twice that. But Laura came to see me, briefly, and that made things a little better. I left for Grace around 7:00 p.m., once I got off work. After I got in, I discovered Sarah Campbell... and she had a new haircut. It's cut down to her chin. I tell ya, it's a big change; I'll need some time to adapt to it. I found Laura there, too, so we hung out and chatted for awhile about junk, and then I left for home. I arrived around 8:30 p.m., meeting Ana shortly before she left for her house. I treated her to a sandwich at Subway, we hung out a bit, and then I went home around 11:00 p.m.

Sorry for the uninteresting writing. Trying to get back into my groove, here.