I'm working on an essay (when i say essay, i don't mean the two-page english class essay, i mean the kind that appear in book-form on shelves in Barnes & Noble) on the literary villain. If all goes well and the immense amount of research doesn't kill me first, I might like to publish it while i'm in college.

If i could sell my soul for one thing, it would be an infinite muse... a stream of inspiration and enlightenment that would never run dry. Instead i suppose i have to settle for a fickle imagination which only works at moments when i have no pen and paper. When it's Spring (finally) I'm going to begin going out and taking photos again, so maybe I'll splurge on a decent camera... or buy eden's for a fair price, since she never uses it anyway......