Girl Scouts rocks everyone's jocks

It is so true. You know why?

BECAUSE THEY FLY YOU TO NYC FOR A WEEKEND TO DO A PHOTOSHOOT!!!!!

Probably! I'm on the editorial board for a new internet safety campaign and they just emailed me and the other board members about how a trip was in the works. EEEK!JBBKJGHBGBDV BHVBDFKBFHD I was so excited when I found out! I still am. Does it show? New York has always seemed like such a magical place. I know this a is completely naive and mythologized way of thinking about it , but there's something to be said for gathering every facet of humanity and packing it all into a confined space. That's how my mom describes it. And she weren't no stinkin' tourist, neither. She done lived there while getting her Master's at Columbia.
I want to be around all the combustion!

So, keep your fingers crossed and maybe I'll be in and of the city in three weeks time!

Wait, no I lied

There is still some bitch to be delt with. The person who volunteered to judge at my Gold Award event called today and cancelled. The event is tomorrow.

YES!THANKYOUGODSOMUCHILOVEYOULOVEYOULOVEYOULOVEYOU! BAMBAMBAM HOLE IN ONE YESYESYES I AM SO SKILLED AND FORTUNATE!!!!

FUCK THA POLICE AND OTHER BITCHES

So yesterday, I was walking to the field nearby my school during lunch and a police car stops me and starts gettin' fresh about how I was supposed to be in school (I wasn't). I was literally laughing at how ridiculous he was being. Apparently IDs aren't valid sources of identification anymore, because he continued to interrogate me for like 5 minutes after I showed him my card.
The whole time, I kept on thinking "Wow, campus police, huh? So exactly how badly did you fail the law enforcement test to land a gig like that?"

And today I was checking the Ma Dame website, just out of curiosity, and I found out that they postponed the deadline until November 9th. So, basically, I could have NOT stayed up until 5:00 and gone to the homecoming game, I would have been okay.
Yeesh.

Okay, I said it. No more bitchiness!

Ma Damn I'm Good

Sort of. I have been working on this JPG contest, which I wil not explain to you because you do not exist, for some time now, and I finally finished the image I'm submitting. Or, rather, HAVE submitted, but whatever. It's past tense now, anyway.
I'm pretty happy with it. I stayed up until 5:00 to finish everything and I think my judgement faltered a little somewhere along the way. The paint splash in the back is AWK to the WARD. But. BUT, I'm still please with the final product over all. Lemme show you:

The second image another of my designs for the contest. I have more. Will probably post them. Laterr.

Good Morning

Lady King has arrived.

Enough of my ego, though. The only reason it looks big is that I've got this fantastic facade to work behind. Lady King....here to discuss important matters such as, such as, such as herself? Yes. When has a blog been anything besides a form of validation?
I know this. I fuck feeling over in anxious turns of reason. Logic is like cocaine:

"Sssssssssssop pop I am, but I am not you:
Running, running from the dew
While you rot in fugit sweat.

—false conjugation.
Jesus knows it. God knows it. Pulling your hair, He drags a lady down for His existence.
Shall I drown for you, Lofty Ideas?
Tics?
Spasms?
A sudden breath?
Oh no, oh no, oh no, lord. I've cracked my teeth on killing beasts, and for man removed completely.
Cold sweat to see you going on,
Set upon by a trick of pinholes and blinders—See?
If it is A + B , then surely I am cured of black sides and boxes, the decayed fabric of human enterprise. Shit, I shoot statistic quick in a slick and solid line. In a bit—
in a Bit,


in a bit—
(breath)
Convulsions quit a quivering wit about jin-tender hues,
And take to coaxing synapse slips, rejections of the dew."

I try not to revert to polarities, though. They're too comfortable to be trusted. Yeeeeeeesssss, I am one of them. Those pretentious young adults who ache, ACHE to be deep. Perhaps my acknowledgment of this will make it less true?
I try to be fully objective, not just towards the world, but towards myself as well. I know that, for all my chinking logic, I have a uterus. Which has a hypothalamus. Which tells me what to do.
So you will see what you will see, as I see, or as not.
I like a line to have a rhythm to it. No stanzas or specific structure: just a stream of thoughts spelled out by words stripped of definition as mouths gape in visions of heart failure.
I am not always this convoluted. Sometimes I'm even down right coherent.


That all being said, I am Lady King. This is my brain.