we were kings over the parkway tonight

• spicy thai peanut noodles
• early birthday present from kay! & 20 minutes to talk to her in person (:
• text from reland about how her family has a long line of vampire lords
• found my favorite garish old lady dr. seuss cardigan!
• talked to my mother
• estudie espanol para mi entrevista manana D:
• hable con un chico simpatico bahaha
  
• found favorite dress that i've stolen from kay
• brushed my teeth! i love brushing my teeth!
• created/deleted facebook quiz
• going to segall's in a couple of hours for south africa meeting
• quiero hablar con una chica fantastica. llamame, por favor
• tengo que practicar mas para mi entrevista y examen final esta semana

okay (:
love.

SHIT'S BEAUTIFUL, MAN

So today I walked past a few freshmen grouped around a girl playing a guitar on the lawn. It was so very, very cliche, but I couldn't help feeling warm and fuzzy inside. The feeling has carried on through the rest of the day.
How is it that things seem to be so polar? Thing seem to be going so well for myself right now, but things with people I love seem to be going kind of crappily. Not everyone I love, just some few people, but it's enough to affect the rest of us. I know you read this, so. I love you. I'm here for you. To quote Elly, if you think it applies to you, it probably does.

I'm really looking forward to this evening; it's the last choir concert of the year, last concert for the seniors (minus chamber), hella gospel. It's my first time, and I'm absolutely enchanted. Not even enchanted...ecstatic. I don't know how to describe it, but I love it.
On the other hand, I'm not so enchanted to put on the skinny jeans I am planning to wear for the concert tonight. I haven't worn jeans in forever. It's been sweats, dresses, and shorts since like January. AGH. But they were the only black things I could wear D:
Anyway. Gotta go.
If you need me, don't be afraid to come to me, to say anything to me, anything. I'm not touchy, I LOVE YOU. Anyone, everyone. I love you.

Peace.

multipass

this was an accidental photo i took in london! i just realized it was part of the south african embassy!


oh, the webs we weave.

amé, fui amado, el sol acarició mi faz

how wonderful life is now that you're in the world i wish i was a whale, i'd beach myself the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return you know, you CAN eat it hi, what's your name? i'm jordy I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF OFF A MOUND OF TISSUES man, i just wanted to squish a mosquito i never referred to them as "the twins" before! WE'RE TWINS are we going to the field? - yes, after i pee. you've asked me that three times now. - no i haven't...

memorial day weekend was a great one

so much happier after

• grass
• a weekend with amazing people
• holding hands
• mango lemonade
• Muse
• the return of that familiar self confidence
• spending a night absolutely unaware, wearing a pink dress
• boobs
• Ida Maria
• hablando espanol
• spending two hours doing geometry, and understanding it
• drawing
• browning skin
• Trail of Tears, a story about the Cherokee exodus
  
• Moulin Rouge twice in a row
• SUNSHINE
• photos
• trekking through the river
• having polite interactions with the faj
• sleeping an entire night!
• no tengo que fumar para estar feliz (:

mas luego
necesito post los fotos de esta fin de semana

ilymt dumbledore's army

I don't know what i'm going to do when all my friends go off to college. Yesterday kind of brought that home.
Also, I wonder what my father will do when I go off to college.

On another note, I love holding hands. Yesterday I held hands with a line of girls I love. I wasn't thinking about anything really, just surrendering to the strong squeeze on my right and soft reassurance on my left. That's what it was, really; nothing sexual, which seems to be all my google searches are coming up with. Just reassurance, a reminder. "Hey, I love you. When you're upset I want you to know that I'm here and that you'll be okay." It was enough of a reassurance that I was able to stop being upset and smile. It gave me this feeling that I can't put into words to describe to you, but I'm sure if you felt it you would know exactly what I'm talking about. It's something I crave, but rarely feel, so when I do feel it, it's that much better. And that's what I felt yesterday. This purely beautiful, warm, smiling feeling. I guess, a feeling of community...except that doesn't quite capture it either. Any help?

Anyway. Just thought I'd share that...document it...whatever...and thank the girls I'm talking about.

Okay. Folklife. Love.

just thought I'd share this

I AM THE WALRUS.
Tonight is good.
Shit's looking even father up. I'm going to sleep, because I need it. These late-night chats with Amy Claire and early-morning trips to Kent have been killing me.

G'night to all and to all a good night?
I don't know.
Love.

P.S. Elly if you call back, sorry if I don't answer. I'm asleep.

don't look down

As I was walking home from Easy Street Records a few minutes ago, I realized how little I look up. I stopped walking, closed my eyes, inhaled deeply. Tilted my face upwards. Opened my eyes. Exhaled. Smiled. I must have looked crazy. It was great. Not the looking crazy, I mean, but the looking up. The sun was filtering through the trees on the sidewalk, the clouds were making their way across the sky, my neck muscles stretched nicely. My blood started pumping a little bit easier.

I suggest looking up every once in a while.

THIS IS GOING TO BE MY CHILD

since the picture isn't working...

Name: Spencer "Phart" (insert last name here)
Interests: Elephants, ostriches, sailing, playing with pots and pans, the Loch ness monster, apple sauce, nomming on corn cob pipes, Arthur the Aardvark, walruses, and Birkenstocks
He giggles a lot and has a blankie with corn on it. He loves his daddy and his mommy and is growing two teeth.

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On another note:
Surrealism: You have two aardvarks. The government paints one green and requires you to take harmonica lessons.

Story of my life.

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Love. (copied over from P.I.)

good grief, girl you're giving me goosebumps

My parents come back tomorrow. Weird. They're in London now; they flew up from Rabat (or Casablanca, I don't remember) yesterday. I wonder what my father will say to my chemistry grade.
I slept at Maggi's last night...much more comfortable than at Mark's. Although the cat sleeping on my face does not help my coughing.
We're playing the Pirates of the Caribbean theme in handbells. Hahaha, here it is if you want to hear it. Even though the video makes me lol.

Three weeks or so until school's out. Then I'm a junior in high school. Fucking crazy...where did sophomore year go? I think this is the shortest year yet. It doesn't help that I don't remember half of it. Only the important stuff that lasts, or that people keep bringing up. Even then...so much of it seems unimportant right now. Like why did I even care? Why did any of it matter? It's laughable.

My new favorite juice is Odwalla Mango Tango.
I'm going to do the best I can to hang out with Kay this weekend. Kayla invited me to the thing she and Miles and whoever are going to this weekend, but I don't think I want to go. It gives me an angry stomach.
I always have an angry stomach these days.
Time to play some Tetris.
Love.

i feel infinite

and I want everyone to know it!





More later. :D :D :D :D

we are the dope men

Because we wear corduroys! Moonijuana grows in the shape of a tire! And now we burgle.

God, Aquateen Hunger Force is the crackiest show in the history of ever. Home sick today, slept over at my sister's. Lots of homework. It's cold. There is a cat on my lap right now, disturbin' my personal spacez. HA! Personal space? What's that?
I think I'll get the brother-not-in-law to drive me over to Mark's house so I can get my power cord and some socks or something. Not socks, socks suck. But the cat is warming me, so perhaps I won't need any alternative warmth methods.
My sister's getting laid off from WaMu in June. Jeff got laid off a couple weeks ago. My father's clients are Chrysler and GM. Yay stock market. Can't we find some alternative way of controlling EVERYTHING? What if money just didn't exist? I think things might be a little less corrupt, perhaps less volatile; maybe people would find another way to be corrupt, maybe I'm just being idealistic. I'm thinking about this.

Love.

apocalypse

i keep having dreams about the apocalypse

the past week or so in photos (take 2)

sat in grass with sister

kay turned 16

moved into new room


sat in grass with abby & hannah


went on walk & sang courtney marie andrews at top of lungs


made rainbow cake



snuggled with mah cat; cooed at his happy cat face :) ^^


end
love