sik & sixteen

Being sick sucks. Sick on the day I was to be licensed to drive, aching on the day I wasn't missing yoga. Cotton handkerchief. Too hot, too cold. Hoping for that one-day kind of illness.

I want school, I need school. So many things happening at once. Stuff to do. Pressure on. Get things done.

I'll indulge in retail therapy. But for someone else. I get paid tomorrow, in the money again. Maybe some left to spend on myself, on my body that aches and groans like un-oiled doors and makes me ill but without the usual symptoms.

Must sleep. Getting up early is hard in winter.

Spring is coming. Birthdays, anniversaries, parties, sun, energy. All headed towards me slowly with the end of the year, looming with it's expectations and pressures.

and we'll have fun fun fun

20 days to go!

A year ago, today, it was like it was today. I have missed this, so very very much.
Hysterics and green grass, and dancing around trees, confidence and compliments.

Oh, this is a little bit of mystical nonsense, isn't it?
I had a wonderful day with Mitchell and Joseph.
I've retyped this part a lot, because whatever I put just sounds dumb. So, we did good stuff and let's just say it was good. No, wonderful.

I found one of the best playstation games ever, and played it. A lot. I like going from neon raver to high-class fashionista to biker girl to super goth punk queen.

I have this delicious incense that smells like Cosmic Corner, and oh my, it's one o'clock already. I guess this is where we say goodbye.

A bientot, mes amis! (because apparently people actually pay attention to the French, and apparently I'm good at it. Pretty sure they are lying.)

We all...belong.

The only thing I can do now is end what I have and then wait.
I don't mind, I have daisies to pass the time,
hair to wrap up my woes,
and lace to love me.

Back to the place, where we used to say, 'Man, it feels good to feel this way'

Sunny day, Pretty. Odd., soft hair, cherry blossom, incense, sunny day, sunny day, sunny day.

Spring is definitely my favourite season. It's only midday and it's already a wonderful day. Listening to Flo + the Mash in the shower, and eating french toast that my little sister made, and playing Disney songs on piano. I'm wearing shorts today, and no tights! No tights!

Every spring is good. I'm always happy in spring.

i'm picking up good vibrations

I got my record player out, Dad got it going again, and god, this is some amazing kind of loud wonderful musical genius!
My room smells like incense, it sounds like the Beach Boys. Like some kind of hippie party.
I turned the volume up loud, 'Do You Wanna Dance?' exploding all crackly and wonderful, and I danced, oh, I danced. You can't help but to dance...really.

us two crazies laughed and watched
sang along in the springtime sun
huddled under smiles in the midnight light
swung and slid and spun

I really am typewritten.

Today was a wonderful day and there were clear blue skies and sun and I know it is truly spring.