i'm alive, i swear!
i've loads to do.

prom was actually a little fun. i'm surprised.

ouch.

exactly eleven minutes ago, i wrote the last word on the bleached white paper page of my AP english language prompt booklet.

this won a prize in my photography class yesterday.

i keep having dreams about los angeles, even though i've never been there.

ce soir, moi

je veux je veux je veux

aller a la boum

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i am going to do whatever i want. i am living in france this summer and growing out my bleached locks of hair and applying to the school of my dreams. i have pristine white converse that i love with all my heart, i know how to play the piano, i am going to take a million pictures this month, i'm buying a bicycle, i want to write until my hands cramp up and my fingers bleed.

i love music. music makes me so happy i could die.

you know, i never much liked architecture in helsinki

hello lovlies.

here is my prom dress.

and my prom shoes

and my prom "date"

grounded with nothing else to do

i ought to be studying for the SAT, which is tomorrow -- but isn't a poem or two ultimately more intellectually stimulating?

a haiku:

nothing on tv
and i've read all of my books
it's bubble bath time

i suppose i'll go study functions and diligently do my homework now.

or not.