links within this sitePoems and Other Necessities: works by t. s. eliot, anne sexton, louise gluck, dylan thomas, and others, with links to other thrilling literary sites on le web.
Radiohead: musings on the best band of our time. some real information, but frankly, not much.
Carlynn's toocoolforwords bands page: Too cool for words. Yeah...
How to Disappear Completely and Never Be Found: musings on my address book.
The Kruller Staff Page: maintained, gloriously and in HTML, by the one and only yours truly
Pictures: of the people who allow me to call them my friends
links to the homepages of my massively cool friends and to other random sites i have chosen at whim.the agnostic gospels: this is my new old webpage. as in, the new webpage on my brother's aol account. there's also the old old webpage, but in the immortal words of some dead new englander, you can't get thayuh frum heuh
the cadence of angst: this is my friend tristan's site. it's..um..angst-filled. no really, go here. tristan's the bomb. he's jane's boyfriend. who is, as previously established, *not* the jane from the JA song...
kendra's homepage: belonging, coincidentally enough, to my friend kendra, who is the bomb. also--if you believe what you see--the pope. all you need is a little love, a little luck, and a fabulous sex life.
chossie's homepage: belonging to my friend jessie, whose deepest darkest secret is that her highschool friends call her "choss". which is why i personally do my best to spread said nickname throughout the net.
The Madhouse: this belongs to my friend kayte, who is far too cool for her own good and has the best hair of anyone i know. check that fucker out.
Murder in the Cathedral
Well then. Here you are. My Homepage. Gives you a fuzzy aching feeling somewhere in the vicinity of the bowels, doesn't it? No, that's your dysentery. Go deal with it and come back later. That's why Bill Gates invented the bookmark.
So finally, I have a homepage I can work on when I don't feel like memorizing Greek vocabulary. Mmm, procrastination, my one true love.
All right, then, here's the obligatory driver's license section. Even though I don't actually have a driver's license:
Weight: 110. That's a lie, incidentally. A bitter and vicious lie. But I thought it was more polite than saying "mind your own business." And tact is, after all, my specialty. Ha.
Complexion: fair, which is a polite way of saying "burns like hell."
etc etc ad nauseum. And while we're on the subject, I'd like to make it totally clear to all and sundry that the reason I don't have a driver's license is *not* because I've failed the test. It's because my mother won't let me take the test. Because if I pass, it makes the insurance go up. Oh, no, she's not worried that I'm going to end up in a fatal car accident. She just doesn't want to pay the extra insurance. And so, in six months I will be legally able to buy intoxicating beverages, but I have no ID. This is probably my mother's plan. The insurance is all just a ploy. Really she just wants to enjoy watching my humiliation as I bring my passport to buy cigarettes.
Favorite things: gossip and the English language, with music, nicotine, Athenian tragedy, and my dog tied for third place. My dog is the bomb. He's black and furry and he rules our household with an iron paw. His favorite things are bananas, apples, steak, chicken, and milk bones. Also the Christmas ham, but that's a bit of a sore subject at the moment. When we make him eat his dog food, he gets really bitter. Like, inordinately bitter. But I digress.
Special Skills: I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue. According to some children's book I read many moons ago, it means I'm a fairy. Neener neener neener.
I had an epiphany today. I'm sick of my natural color. I dyed my hair loads of random colors all freshman year, and I've finally gotten it back to its natural color and I was just sitting around with my friend Todd and I realized that I really hate it. My hair, I mean, not sitting around with Todd. I'm considering black, but everyone I ask--with the triumphant exception of my best friend, Jane--says my complexion is too fair and I'll look like some kind of demon. Jane says, in her own inimitable fashion: "Rock on." Jane says...Yeah, I remember that song. It's not the same Jane. Just to clarify. On the off chance that you're mentally retarded. Which, just as a quick disclaimer, is not a bad thing. And the mentally retarded should not be discriminated against, or used as an object of humor, especially on personal webpages.
Well, now that that's out in the open, we can move on. I'm gonna have a links page eventually, but for now, look on the sidebar.
i have visited this page times because i have nothing better to do.