July 2010
44 posts
7.40 pm.
If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been missing.
Part because the internet in my house was screwed up for a five days or a week or something like that, part because I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.
I’m already feeling the self importance in this post.
Between running around and sending stupid text messages, buying car wash supplies and haunting tracks late at night, and...
1.03 pm.
Fresh. Bread.
Plans for the afternoon:pick up Aunt from the ferry; drive to Hicksville to go to my cousin’s first birthday; eventually get home and go down to the Village to listen to jazz with Olivia and Lexi and whoever else comes.
I went to CVS today and saw a kid from my art class; paid $8.34 in all coins.
I now have Post Its and modeling clay.
A habit you wish you didn’t have.
I bite my nails when I’m nervous, crack my fingers when I’m bored, and can’t help but eat cake batter. I retell stories and interrupt people. I spend too much time on the computer and not enough time outside.
That’s my cue to leave.
8.43 am.
I woke up nice and early this morning [not really; 8] intending on running, so I brushed my teeth and tried to figure out exactly where to go. Because of my compulsive issues when it comes to distance, I decided to go on the computer and see how far some jaunt would be.
Being that I was on the computer, I figured I should check up on Facebook. You know. I’m popular. People need to tell...
7.19 pm.
There was a lovely run quite early today with Dooduhl, consisting of racing an old man, going through the first two miles in 15 minutes, and attempting to drink out of sprinklers.
I visited Columbia, again, to talk to the coaches. It went a lot better than I expected -they’re not a bunch of psychopaths, the team is relatively small and close knit, and they have a track somewhere in...
My new man razor = legit, the greatest shaving...
maquettemanifesto:
Like driving a frickin’ sports car compared to a station wagon. Srsly.
Okay, off to work now.
Who are you?
meaning. →
…behind your Tumblr name.
I wrote this nearly a year ago, and I remember this day well.
It’s still how I feel.
30 days, love.
via:deathofthefool:needy
Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr name
Day 03- A picture of you and your friends
Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have
Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to
Day 06- Favorite super hero and why
Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you
...
status.
Because it’s what everyone seems to be talking about in Three Village, I got my AP scores back. And I was shocked.
Not really. No breakdowns or celebratory ice cream, just me staring at the slip of paper, confused.
I left all of my tests thinking “solid 4”s. And I was perfectly content with that. I’m not a studier or test stresser, and I’m proud that I finished...
urgh.
I just got back from painting trees for Krista’s church thing. Well, not really. I got back half an hour ago, was berated by the parents who are back regarding the raccoon that got in the trash, ate some fruit, and was punished by having to stand in a wet bush to help put the air conditioner in the window.
I have. So. Many. Bugbites. Oh. Mah. LeGzZzzz.
A phone call just...
i think i give up on these letter things.
…I’m really driven, you guys. We’ll see, I guess.
dear jack.
To: Your Favorite Internet Friend.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou. I am amazed at all the shit you put up with, having to listen to me rant and rave and walk in circles, trying to sort out exactly what was going on in my head. You are such a great kid and don’t give yourself nearly enough credit, and I’m so proud that you’re spending part of your summer as SFAI. I hope you’re...
Dear Those of You Whom I Will See This Evening,
unrequitedkinds:
I’m bringing Oreo balls.
Yours, Francesca
I might break my non-baking binge.
This is kind of a big deal.
withouttheseframes:yerawizardharry:mrgolightly:
...
Wake up at 10.30, aka the latest I have slept in months.
Watch more Harry Potter.
Eat ice pops.
Go to the beach.
Eat more ice pops.
Make my way over to the Village to listen to some Dixieland.
This is my summer.
This. Is my summer.
occurances.
…of the day.
Interwebz being exceptionally slow. It’s not my baby, it’s the modem. I swear.
I incapacitated myself with pudding. Chocolate pudding. Never again.
Harry Potter marathon of ABC family.
“Adventures” with haters. I don’t even care.
The delivery of Lunchables. We’re so good at being friends. And being pretty.
Even.
edit.
No Destiny today, which makes me sad.
I will most likely spend the afternoon gorging on food in attempts to drown my disappointment.
10.02 am.
Yesterday was really cute, besides the fact that Michael P. was home and we couldn’t go swimming in Sam’s pool.
I really need an ice cream maker. I REALLY NEED ONE.
Destiny is coming over to play in a little. I’m thinking beach, eating fruit, and running amok in Port Jefferson.
The Wet Paint Festival [a few days where local artists set up their easels in the Three Village...
dear "ex."
To: Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush.
I don’t think I have much to say on this subject other than I’m glad that I have “moved on” from unnecessary infatuation.
Whatever. I’m still a catch.
I can’t wait until I live in my own home so I can get a puppy and cuddle with it.
I am a danger to society.
I love the truck, but I can’t stop uphill.
I accidentally froze a Nalgene; I have been licking the ice on top to try and get water.
Affirmation that I’m a catch.
I’ve been eating a lot of berries.
My social quota for the day: filled. It was weird.
This Sunday...
dear man on his bicycle this afternoon.
To: A Stranger.
It was after I dropped my father off for a run, and the two of us were on Old Post Road near the intersection with Sheep Pasture or something. You had a really nice road bike, but you weren’t pretentious about it. You wore your helmet but there was no trace of spandex -just regular shorts and what I assumed to be a white v-neck. Look at that, we’re friends already.
...
dear future.
To: Your Dreams.
I consciously fell behind on this whole ordeal because I wasn’t exactly sure what my dreams are.
I mean, I have a lot going on in my head. I make up stories about my own future as well as the prospects of both friends and strangers. I have zillions of ideas that I want to pull off, I have faces I can’t place to names, I have patchy lyrics to songs I’ve only...
vanilla.
This is what happened:
I woke up this morning with butterflies. Today was not only my first day of summer training for my eventual Senior Cross Country season, but at four o’clock, I would be trekking my way over to an unfamiliar Friendlies -preparation to run four miles and cleanse my stomach of the eventual shit [i.e. doughnuts, Pepsi] that would coat it.
Honestly, I was terrified that...
runners.
Things that make me question my sanity:
1 small vanilla Fribble.
2 doughnuts + 1 cup of milk.
Cinnabon + warm Pepsi.
30 spins for the Broom Game.
4 miles.
All at once.
All at once.
And I didn’t even puke.
St0mAcH 0f St3eL r1gHt HuRrrRr.
June 2010
37 posts
10.12 am.
It’s just been lists, lists, lists.
I’ve been listening to NPR a lot. All they can talk about is that diabetes medicine that’s giving seniors heart attacks. That has no relevancy to me.
Baked the final batch of cupcakes; now, I’m making the base for the icing.
Too bad I have to shower and go food shopping with Dooduhl and Sparkler. So I’m not quite sure when all...
12.23 am.
So. Many. Things.
The fact that you are on the same continent as me, heading for your house that is less than three miles away, terrifies me. I’m so excited to see you and talk about nonsense over tea and shortbread [it’s all planned out], accounting the past ten or so months on different sides of an exceptionally large body of water. I really need to see your face -give me a call...
sami sparkler.
…I’m still laughing.
It’s all over the Interwebz, you guysssssss.
7.14 am.
Another agenda:
Pack backpack for art; remember to pack lunch and try and find some Sharpies and colored pencils?
Head over to art, proceed to get a ride into the city to draw the gay pride parade. Don’t lose backpack.
Get home as early as possible to change and head over to Aly’s grad party.
Go to bed.
Wake up, immediately go to the supermarket to buy cupcake supplies.
Finish...
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ilovecharts:
Music based on real orbital frequencies!
I geeked out really hard over this!