The Once-ler Won

Why Spoil the Surprise

My True Love Gave to Me

[insert poignant observation about the holiday season here.]

So This is How it Ends

Just as Good as a Pancreas

Not Like In The Movies

So here's a treat for all of you: in honor of the holiday season, we will be posting updates every day until Christmas =) Happy festivus for the rest of us!

We Can't Go Back

So these couple of days are very stressful for those of you waiting on college results. I know you guys don't want to hear about school, but I've been so frustrated by this whole process. Rejection hurts like hell. Naturally. The problem is, a lot people of become fixated on this idea of what they want for themselves, and then when they don't necessarily get it, they fall into this depression thing where suddenly their futures are hopeless and ruined and they'll never be successful again. But really, think about how many more times you're going to get rejected in life. Failure occurs more often than not -- that job you weren't hired for, or the girl you'll never get a date with. Are you going to cry about it every time? Of course not! Think of all the things that'll be happening around you as you sit at home and mope. Life doesn't wait for you to get over every little failure. Yes, college is a big deal. But your future doesn't have to depend on it. If a mindless application form and 500 words defines how you spend the rest of your life, what's the point of all the rest? Your future isn't just a straight road stretched out in front of you. Maybe you're just taking a detour, or maybe you'll discover a completely new path. Okay, you didn't get your first choice. But if you keep your mind open, chances are you'll realize that there is more than one way to be happy. So go find your next opportunity!

By the way, congratulations to all who got accepted! :D
-Amy

Anonymous

fire crackling beneath exposed socks consuming the black vacant void above lonely stars smoke consumes the ashen faces the bliss a sham but onlookers missing the flames the destruction the hope and self-pity of convincing yourself that twilight will come with a bottle of vodka grasping for a rope gasping for air consumed by spontaneity we wonder when salvation meant more than an improvised protest and proverbial hearts worn on our sleeves baking sprinkled cupcakes we wonder how to crucify ourselves on cheap mascara a diet of gum and water starvation is never enough for postmodern decadence cadences dissonance we wonder if redemption will come with white nectarine and pink coral blossoms shampoo radiating among the smoke fizzing bubbling singing laughing tearing stop snap crackle and pop tarts burning in the oven with the smell of Christmas morning fading away with proverbial sparks the most beautiful tragedy of the year but we forget the freckles lined up like soldiers ready to die for a packaged cause money back guarantee entwined in you and me we fall from grace inferiority a shadow looming overhead.
-Gal