So I'm managing editor of the Lit Mag this year, and this girl Michelle Lewis is the senior editor. Today we passed out submission request flyers to the senior and junior english teachers of the school, and I was the Silent Bob to her Jay...since she did all the talking whilst I just kind of stood there and looked around. XP (but I wasn't totally useless: I ripped the duct tape we used to stick the remaining copies to various walls)

Michelle is making me look bad because she's not only a very prolific poet, she's a very good poet. She kicks my ass all over the poetic floor, to be honest. So not only am I inferior to her ability, I also have very little to offer anyway. I promised her I'd bring something I'd written tomorrow, and I really only have one or two things...not the entire folder of (mostly excellent) stuff she showed me of hers today. I'm really more comfortable in a prose environment... I find my poetry very forced and lame, like you can tell that I'm grasping for words that sound nice instead of having them flow naturally. Also my poems tend to be of the angsty, PSN (please stop now) variety. >_>