I'm not even going to begin explaining my elongated absence in journal-writing.
To cut to the chase, I have started writing in my own style, mostly poetry of my own sort, commonly known as creative writing. In fact, I'm supposed to be outlining my favorite author of all time, Edgar Allan Poe, for English, but I currently own the honorary title of the Queen of Procrastination my family has bestowed upon me; and, as they're very big on the whole disgrace-this-family-and-we-will-disown-you thing around here, I shall live up to my name.
And yes, just in case someone does disgrace the family in any way, shape, or form, we will hang up the Curtain of Shame.
Yes, we have a Curtain of Shame.
Fond memories later! Anyway, I'll put up said works soon, as soon as I beg one of my less-technologically-inept-than-me friends to actually get it up here. I think they're good, but... just tell me your honest opinion.
...We also have the Fedora of Indignity, the Sandwich-Sign of Despair, and, my personal favorite, the Fail Blanket. With four sisters and one brother, you learn to expect this, especially with too many cousins to count.

"The only foods that are purple are grapes and oranges!"
-One of my sisters. Should give you a taste of my life on a daily basis.

~Rachel