lundi 30 mars 2009
i got a detention today and my teacher made me scrape gum off the bottom of a fucking desk, oh well.
also i might get a story published in a month or so. whatever, i don't care about anything right now, i have a roaring headache and it is so fucking cold in this classroom and my copy of nylon hasn't come and i got stung by a hornet yesterday and the guy sitting across from me has a voice like a vacuum cleaner and and and i hate to complain.
asl;ejraklwejr. i can't even right write.
also i might get a story published in a month or so. whatever, i don't care about anything right now, i have a roaring headache and it is so fucking cold in this classroom and my copy of nylon hasn't come and i got stung by a hornet yesterday and the guy sitting across from me has a voice like a vacuum cleaner and and and i hate to complain.
asl;ejraklwejr. i can't even right write.
mardi 24 mars 2009
delirious, delirious. do you know when you are? today i went home halfway through my french class because i was shaky and sweaty and when i tried to write, the words wouldn't go onto the paper. the school nurse reveled me with a story about why carrots are orange, even though she was wrong.
i went home and slept for five hours and dreamt of fixies and bunny rabbits and swimming pools. my naps were often interrupted by brief interludes of agitated wakefulness and startling hunger, and when i awoke for the last time at around six the garden outside my window was glowing gold from the sun.
samedi 21 mars 2009
sitting alone in my room, sipping a glass of perrier and eating a roast beef sandwich at 88¢ a pound plus the price of bread. the high life.
i remember that when i got my first belle and sebastian album i hated it. i was fourteen and still into really awful tacky teenage music such as hellogoodbye and top ten; i only got the album because i thought the cd cover was funny. i listened to it and didn't even bother to download it onto my itunes and went back to my rihanna and jt. what else is there to say? now it's good.
i remember that when i got my first belle and sebastian album i hated it. i was fourteen and still into really awful tacky teenage music such as hellogoodbye and top ten; i only got the album because i thought the cd cover was funny. i listened to it and didn't even bother to download it onto my itunes and went back to my rihanna and jt. what else is there to say? now it's good.
dimanche 15 mars 2009
flash rave at dolores park, until the popo came and chased us all away. boo.
after that we went to some other park where we saw a parakeet through someone's window.
go here for some photographs (not mine).
someday i might even upload pictures onto this blog, once there's something interesting to take a picture of.
mardi 10 mars 2009
je suis
sixteen years old cynical literary sloppy quiet/loud
avid redbull drinker and photographer and writer and francophone
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