December 2010
not a very good day.
i am going to go sit in my bedroom cutting out 100 hearts. and possibly drink tea. and read madeline.
okay. bye.
one time my little sister told me that when she...
this morning is supposed to be french lessons via skype with victoria. we’ll see how it goes. i should probably fix my hair, not that she’ll even mind if it looks like a monster is eating my head.
i love victoria who speaks french.
and then i think i’ll go pretend that my polaroid camera actually works. that’s always fun.
and i’ll probably craigslist some cars....
THE: life is a coloring book. →
a-handsome-mess:
Life is a delicate composition. I’m beginning to realize this; when you begin, the metaphoric pages are black and white - you listen to stories, read books and hear songs of others’ experiences, but you can never truly understand them until you experience them for yourself.
Emotions set…
he quoted keats. this is exactly why i’m friends with him…
the biggest fool i've ever met is me.
did i tell you? did i tell you?
fran bought me yellow ribbon for christmas.
&i’m writing a story with an autistic boy in it.
late Joyeux Noël. i am wearing yellow today. and...
so it’s cramming time. like when you have a test to do tomorrow morning so you stay up all night reading 40 different textbooks and drinking copious amounts of coffee and listening to beethoven because it’s supposed to help you remember. but this is christmas cramming. when you sit on the living room floor till 4 in the morning putting the finishing touches on those hand-sewn flowers...
i just spent forever wrapping christmas presents....
lots of thoughts of france today. i just want to go. pack up everything and go and take a chance. but i know that’s completely ridiculous.
i have like 100 more things to sew with flora for christmas.
i don’t have time to go to france.
sad.
