Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Summer break

Minus the break. My summer will be filled with Charles Dickens, Shakespeare, Henrik Ibsen, and magic realism. There's poetry annotations to be done, five chapters of data to be self-taught, and a World History paper to be written under the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. There will be readings and assignments to be completed on Louis XIV of France, prior to the visit I'll be making to his home in Versailles. Two World Literature papers must be completed, reviewed, emailed, printed, and shipped to a type of headquarters tucked neatly away somewhere in Europe. Take a breath. This is hardly a break.


Tuesday, June 22, 2010


You say things are insignificantly in the past and forgotten now, but it still appears as if you expect something from me. Like I owe you something still. I'm by myself in this, and I don't know what to do. But I know what I want to do.


Wednesday, June 16, 2010


It's 9:41 AM, and I can hear the rain trickling outside my window while my fluffy duvet keeps me cozy. I don't want to go to school, but I should, but it's so nice right now. I haven't felt this in a little while, but I think I could stay here forever. I'll be accepting visitors and cuddles.


Monday, June 14, 2010


I'll be saving my money, but there will always be room for more performances.


Go away, nevermind come here.

This is the last week of school, and I am always tired. Always fatigued, over and under the borderline of z's. A bug just landed on my laptop and scared the hell out of me. In other news, I'm proud of myself. I got a call from the bank, and my card was compromised and canceled. I was instructed to get a new one, but I'm not going to. It's just a temptation, and besides, I really need to save up for my trip. I'm ranting right now more than usual, but maybe I'm a bit more tired than usual. Just make it through this last week, this summer of debt, this trip, this high school career, and then? Hopefully, the best kind of trips and mornings and nights and just that kind of love. Goodnight (but, not really).


Sunday, June 13, 2010


I hate high school.


Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Beep beep beep

What to try and process next.


Monday, June 7, 2010

Things shift so quickly.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Ok, not so bad

Lindsey is the worst liar. She claimed she left her camera in her garden house, which was actually full of balloons and sushi and the best people ever. Follow closely by the most 'me' gifts I could ever ask for! Quite possibly one of the best surprises. A little while after the icing was cleaned off of my face, we grabbed some knives and stabbed the hell out of every balloon. Thank you, thank you. You 3 are the best.


Wednesday, June 2, 2010


This is probably why I am so bitter about my birthday. Warm weather can be so unfair and irresistible at the same time; you can't help but bury your nose in the spring air when it should have never left the books. I'm so fucking tired.



Birthdays can fall on weird days, sometimes. I feel as if mine came at the wrong time, but I guess there's no choice but to embrace a thing like that. I'm just happy to gain the year, 17 had better be a good one. Cheers.


Tuesday, June 1, 2010


The foursome went adventuring today, again. Photos courtesy of the lovely Lindsey, of course. (Check her out!) We walked through foam bug infested grass and I got a mosquito in my eye which I didn't retrieve until I got home (ew). Given the chance, I probably wouldn't trade it for anything! I love days like these.



Happy birthday to Marilyn today, happy birthday to me tomorrow. All I want are kisses and a clean room.