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In order: Sleeping cousin, stoned aroused cousin, Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Monroe, an image from having friends over on my Macbook.

Motion Picture Soundtrack

Red wine and sleeping pills

Help me get back to your arms

Cheap sex and sad films

Help me get where I belong

I think you're crazy, maybe

I think you're crazy, maybe

Stop sending letters

Letters always get burned

It's not like the movies

They fed us on little white lies

I think you're crazy, maybe

I think you're crazy, maybe

I will see you in the next life

(Something comes after the silence, and it's transcendental.)

they got a ranch they call numba fifty one

I adore the imperfections of blurry photos. You don't truly know the details of the photo's subject. It evokes a lot of mystery.

Tomorrow I go to the six floor library downtown to study, then to a few vintage record stores. It's little things like that that make me extremely jovial. Plus there's a huge organic food market next door. They sell the most orgasmic brownies I've ever tasted.

nausea heartburn indigestion

When I'm in a nostalgic mood, carbohydrates are my best friend.

People in the restaurant were looking at me taking pictures of my food like I was naked and schizophrenic and shoving my food in my bra. But I took them any way.

Oh. I forgot to mention I was practically dragged to Lil Wayne last night (not really a fan to be honest), but nevertheless it was eventful.

Wes Anderson films are my favourite. Speedo-clad Bill Murray gun-fighting while The Stooges plays on is film perfection at it's finest. That first picture is a bathroom wall in a Dominican Republic airport, but it reminds me of the Fleet Foxes' album cover for Ragged Wood.

Worried about the environment?

Like terror filled and doom threatening stories?

It's just one click away!

No I was not raped by a fist

Sometimes I get inebriated and walk down angled, icy driveways and bust my lip two hours before a New Year starts.

Questionable

When I was in junior kindergarten the one thing I wanted for a satisfactory life was to be Sailor Moon for halloween. When the day came, I ended up being a Barbie Bride instead. That day, I got to school and saw another girl dressed as the sailor from the moon I so longed to be. I spent my fourth halloween in tears. All I wanted was to be Sailor Moon for one day. Was that too much to ask?

On a side note, the last picture made me realize that clouds are just cotton candy that planes split in pieces from time to time.

Prodigy

I'm going to post a picture from my trip everyday, a series of events in occurrent order, with a random story right underneath. Just because I feel like it.



When I was nine I joined a summer soccer league and during the first game, I scored 7 goals. Some of them were absolutely incredible and absolutely accidental, they were feats I didn't even know I could accomplish. A crowd began to form, like a circus freak they stared and cheered in awe. Even before the game ended I was already the talk of the league, "female Beckham". Before the next game I was so anxious I wouldn't be able to live up to these expectations that I cracked under the pressure. I didn't score a goal the rest of the season. I was back to being a regular nine year old girl playing soccer again, and I liked it that way.

goodbye for now

Hey guys, sorry about the lack of posts. I've just been not in the mood to blog lately. I don't want to force myself to do something I'm in the mood of doing. I already get enough of that from essays at school.

I'll be leaving for the Dominican tomorrow, I'll have plenty of pictures from there, but I think the occurrence of them being posted here will vary with my mood. What I feel like really takes a toll on my outfits, and lately I've been pretty basic with just jeans, a tee and a blazer. I hope going away will give me a brighter perspective and I'll start dressing up regularly again.

I may start posting again regularly as soon as I come back, I may not.

Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR!