Author deanna

something inherently monstrous about it all

I am doing an essay on Monster Culture…which was decidedly the most difficult of the three I had to choose from, not only from the class perspective but admittedly the opinion of the professor as well. That’s ok–it was the… Continue Reading →

YES!

I try to be clever with my titles. Most of them end up being strange puns of one sort or another. This weekend was good fun…I was able to let loose a bit since school is still in the manageable… Continue Reading →

9/11/07

I was going to re-post my 9/11 thing, as I have done every year for the past 6…but I decided not to this time. I have to tag it into my memories, but my predictability is annoying, even to me…. Continue Reading →

Jimminy Crickets, I’m in the thick of it

So today was orientation. And I am feeling a little less excited about going, or at least for the past few hours I have felt like this. I feel like an imposter, like I am hiding some crazy secret and… Continue Reading →

what are you writing about

I cannot wait for the next few months to come barreling in…Fall has a special place in the dark and sometimes embarrassing corners of my memory. I was not ever a “cool” girl at school..and no matter how good I… Continue Reading →

Sundays not full of Sundaes

I did eat one last night, the one ice cream treat I allotted myself over the weekend aside from the lone corona I ingested last night, a toast of my own celebration. I have a huge craving for chocolate and… Continue Reading →

I rock out elsewhere most of the time

I have been saying for years that I would put up my own website… Unfortunately there is always something that happens before that can be done, be it surgery, work or time-draining activities. This Fall it will be a little… Continue Reading →

Edge a Make Ation

Not many people know this…but I tried this experiment lately. I decided instead of just throwing the towel in before I attempted to do something, I would actually put the effort in, and just go ahead and try it. This… Continue Reading →

Just another great reason to join the armed forces

I watched a news special the other day about soldiers losing their ability to get disability after being discharged from the service for this blanket thing they called “Personality Disorder”, which in most cases is Post traumatic Stress Disorder. Basically,… Continue Reading →

Weekending

After my whining yesterday, I decided f it, and that I would do whatever I wanted. I didn’t run free to the beach like I normally would want to, but that was more due to my manufactured guilt that so… Continue Reading →

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