DasPangwin

Well... time for that day.... hour... minute... however long it takes me to write this.  I just have had not a bad day, but several people who I have the urge to strangle as they try to ensure my day becomes bad.  From a horrendous freshman whose every words irritate me to twitching from aggression, to a teacher that places the majority of her class'(class's?) grade on a post-school performance, today was just irritating.  On a happier note, I want people's opinions.  I want to write a story, poem, book, literary series, song, album, whatever, on how my brain deals with the world.  It'll be written in 3rd person omniscient if it becomes writt

I have chosen to adopt Deviant Art as my chosen site for venting.  Apologies to genuine artists(see all of my follows), but I need a place to write out all of my rage.  I can already feel my headache dulling as I type this.  I can't deal with all of this fucking stress, I need an outlet

Today, I approached my former English teacher about being a member of the Context team (Context, for my followers who aren't residents of Milford High School, is a literary journal consisting of works done by students).  Upon my request, I was given the title of co-editor, along with Laurel Seargent (I apologize if her name was mispelled). SO EXCITED!!!!