what is.
headphone tourist.
wear it tight
the art of subversion
- TREOS
the earth is not a cold dead place - explosions in the sky
abandoned - when curtains fall
kiss distinctly american - q and not u
lipstick stigmata - elliott
words.
siddhartha - hermann hesse
this time - gerald stern
the stats .
arent
you ?
happy trudge
so i'm supposed to write some grand entry summing up how summer has been, what things symbolize, blah blah, avant-garde bs, and so on.
well summer is closing and my second year of high school is about to begin.
and thats basically it.
i'm going to talk about my birdhouse.
i built a birdhouse yesterday. well, rather, rebuilt;
this old one my father got me 7 or 8 years ago just decided to rot and collapse so we...rebuilt it, and its beautiful and theres this little bird checking it out to see if he likes it.
i also made a birdfeeder out of a bagel.
thats all i did.
today we drove off to boston and found the daddy's junky music that had my beautiful keytar;
apparently i cant take it home till the 6th, but hot DAMN is that thing beautiful.
cannot wait.
i went to get a backpack and only then did i realize at that time 24 hours from then i would be...in school.
and i wasnt affected at all
i came home, wrote invitations, and so on.
things are very uneventful, and it doesnt matter too much to me.
i'm sort of apathetic about the whole thing.
i'm almost 15, almost the owner of the most beautiful keytar ever, almost a sophomore, almost happy and almost sad. i'm almost 5'3", almost a musician, almost a writer, almost a photographer, almost a good student. almost pretty, almost fun, almost confident.
its fun being an almost, you should try admitting it someday;
todays day was hot, in the 90s, some big shabam for the end of the summer. we ate at this little market called marche with an accent on the E. they gave you stamps for each food item you purchased, and had absolutely everything you could ever want.
it was so beautiful. they played eerie 50s music the entire time.
we visited the christian science center gardens, beautiful as always; found a garden 3 floors above street level in the middle of nothing. today was a good day
re-found my love for being alone, re-found my love for others. in a really bland almost way.
nothing quite like flat soda and people watching on a hot yellow 90 degree day.
have a nice something
