August 23, 2009
I have given lazy sunday a whole new definition. It's fantastic.
Here are a handful of photographs from last night. I avoided people pictures just in case, except for Mitch and his cake, because everybody wants to see that, right?
August 18, 2009
I never liked her but I liked her tights.
I failed both my english literature and music literature tests today, and not in the frivolous sense. I left half of my music lit paper blank because I failed to remember what the fuck compositional devices even were, and neither of my english lit responses were complete when the hour was up. We also got our math results back
(fail) (okay no, 64.8%) and there is a geography test on wednesday, and an in-class religion essay for friday. Life is glorious! I miss home.
Right now I'm a bubble of happy happy thoughts and pretty rather depressing ones.
August 11, 2009
(Comme un tendre et triste regret is the section of Debussy's prelude that is keeping me up. That, and my humming of other unrecognisable songs. TEEs should come with a warning label, but only for insomniacs. Good children needn't worry.)
August 09, 2009
I had an odd dream last night. We sat by the railroad tracks with our chins on our knees, ripping blades of grass from the soil and talking about nothing. You wouldn't look me in the eye, but that was okay -- both you and I were far too busy watching people run for the beach, with their hot pink floaties clutched under their arms and unlit cigarettes clasped between two skinny fingers. I woke up with the shivers, and it wasn't until the television was on that they finally went away.
On a brighter note, Perry Como makes me smile.