Shitfaced Novelist

What's up, guys? Imani, again, out of suicide land for a time. I still hate my school, and my classes, and my peers, and I still want to drop out. Yeah, I just want to drop out of school and move to LA. But, that's not going to happen.

Anyway, it's halloween, and I had a really great day. I put on some chains (homage to my bitch, y'know) and it was pretty cool. Everyone was dressed up, and said bitch, i.e. UB, wasn't wearing his own chains. He was weraing these ghastly clotes and said his costume was a "nigga". (he's black, so it wasn't racist) But he still looked great.

Hopefully, I'm going to go out and chill/party with my buds today. I fucking love halloween.

Peace and Love,

PurpleDaze112

P.S. I decided that I'd like to do something in the music industry as an adult. I still want to be a writer, but being a lyricist would be killer too.

The degree to which I hate my life only grows with each passing day. I hate my classes, my schoolmates, and my goddamn douchebag parents. Hell, the way I'm at it I'll wind up as a bum on the street. But that will be one fawesome street, beacause if I don't get into a great college, I'm going to LA and persuing a full time career as a novelist. Anyway, we had the PSATs yesterday and they were ridiculously easy. I probably got a super high score. Oh yeah, my photography is the most obnoxious, stereotypical group of people I've ever been forced to be with. Ugh.

As for my professional life, I've not done any work lately because I've been so damn stressed and depressed. But, I officially ppolitically endorse Barack Obama for president. Yay B.O.!

Peace and Love,

Imani

This is an entry in which I will be totally real, with none of the usual chipper I manage to build up for this blog. Right now, I am extremely depressed. I really don't want to be alive at the moment, I truly don't. My life is in a way crashing around my feet, and death seems like a good place to go to. I mean, what's the point in holding on for nothing? And so, I'll demonstrate some of what I can do with the skills that do exist.

Time is stretched both before and behind us, moving in a type of whirl we can feel but won't quite stand on. His skin beside mine.

This was in the place between time, and we held eachother before we were born. It's funny, but I'm seeing the old and the young and the never there dead floating there with us. None of us know what we are. Me and Nsia just hope we've not yet been born. That way, we're not going towards the gods and hell. And if we've not been born, I might be born with him and we'll lie together in the real world too.

Sometimes, I imagine the real world. It's calm there and bright. Here we go through a sort of light blue funnel, sliding through the universe. No one even has collor in their eyes yet, we are all black before the lord lightens us. Black, spanning the past and the future. Our skin is still pure, from the elements, or from rape, or from the scorch of the sun. "come closer,"

Nsia has his mouth against my neck, kissing me there and making it breathe. He's soft. His lips are still tender, but his face has the crevices and hardness of skin new across the cheekbones. He's longer than I am, limbs stretching out underneath mine because he'll be, or was, a man some other day. I slide down to let my face meet his, meet his black eyes for a moment, and put my mouth to his. Our tongues slope one over the other while my arms make themslevs lazy around his neck while his move over me.  

That's how good I am, okay?

Peace and Love,

Imani

I'm doing pretty okay right now, even though my grades suck ass (an A, B, C, D, and F). My social life is back on track being that I'm re-allowed to hang out and chill. Last week, I went to a football game and saw the movie ELEGY, about a college teacher who took one of his studnets on as a lover. I t was okay, but all the old-people sex was creepy. *shudder* That's my personal life for the most part.

Professional life. I've not written about Panthers for a while, but I'm still thinking and comtemplating them.

So life is about a C+ right now, but hopefully I'll get into some exciting drama this weekend at my friend's party tomorrow.

Peace and Love,

PurpleDaze112

P.S. FUCK YOU, SARAH PALIN!

Guess what? I got kicked out of my house for the first time last night! And all my extracurriculars got taken away!

Sometimes I really wonder if everyone is just as motherfucking lucky as me...