January 2010
120 posts
official.
…last post.
How I will be spending the remainder of my New Year’s Eve:
Put on pajamas.
Wash my face.
Go to neighbors and eat their food.
Leave before 11.30. Say that I’m going to bed.
Depending on the weather:
Listen to music and either
ride
or walk
into the “new year.”
Go home to an almost clean room.
Lament over lack of homework done today.
Sleep.
December 2009
124 posts
yelitzabanuelos:
and a last audio post also sea...
4.56 pm.
Times a ticking.
New Year [New Years? New Year’s?] is a curious “holiday.” I don’t really understand the logic behind one day being in one year and the next a completely new set of numbers; whoever decided to make January a new beginning obviously needed to get their head checked because all I see is an inch and a half of snow, a darkening grey sky, and no life outside...
resolutions.
…over here:
Think before you speak a little more often.
Eat good food.
Be more of a runner, if that’s even possible. Keep a log, race better, drink more water.
Make plans and follow through. Organize things and don’t wait for other people to do it for you.
Attempt to be independent. See above.
Tell bad jokes and don’t care whether people laugh.
Don’t eat too...
12.40 am.
Annnnddddd after revisiting that last post I’m not really happy with everything I said because really all I did was talk about myself. Not that it’s out of the ordinary for me, just talking about myself, but I’ve been falling behind on the whole “make a beautiful thing a day” idea. And that includes writing so here I go.
I remember talking to you once, telling you...
12.16 am.
I know you were worried, but I made it out alive. I’m almost positive I lost two or three pounds in the past three days because I haven’t been able to ingest food.
It takes me at least an hour to catch up on all of this activity on Tumblr. My computer froze so I had to restart and now I’m really frustrated.
My hands are really dry.
And I don’t know what time practice...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-27) →
Sufjan Stevens (64)
Death Cab for Cutie (31)
Blind Pilot (30)
Modest Mouse (24)
Headlights (18)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
7.30 am.
I finally threw up around 10.20. It was disgusting. I really want to go into details, but I’ll spare you.
My temperature is a little over a hundred.
My head feels like it’s going to implode.
I haven’t packed yet.
But I’m still going.
Have to leave the house in 45 minutes.
I’m probably going to die.
This is me being really dramatic.
And wanting pity.
...
8.45 pm.
I feel like I’m dying.
[Obviously I want to write on Tumblr before my running/lack of food/probably period induced death.]
My will:
Wendy. I trust you. Distribute my crap accordingly. Leave Aly out temporarily for being a jerk. [You can keep my new boots.]
Bed.
“Carrying over conversations because I want you to know that you’re the biggest...”
– —MK Anselmini (PS: you will never escape the all-knowing power that is Tumblr. And no, YOU’RE the biggest dork ever—or maybe we tie) :] (via maquettemanifesto)
I’m just relieved that you’re taking this seriously. This is not a laughing matter.
Heh.
maquettemanifesto:
neverthelest:
maquettemanifesto:
“Congratulations, you just bred the perfect baby trail runner.”
Simulating breeding by traits online is weird. Doing it to dream about having a child with who is a mid-foot striker with high phospocreatine levels and slow lactic buildup muscles is even weirder, no matter how oddly satisfying it is.
I’m such a runner-creep.
This is the...
Heh.
maquettemanifesto:
“Congratulations, you just bred the perfect baby trail runner.”
Simulating breeding by traits online is weird. Doing it to dream about having a child with who is a mid-foot striker with high phospocreatine levels and slow lactic buildup muscles is even weirder, no matter how oddly satisfying it is.
I’m such a runner-creep.
This is the best.
Thing.
Ever.
Even though mine...
bike.
…was somewhat successful.
After about an hour of no gloves, everything is set up.
For the most part.
I need to go to the “hardware store” to get different sized what ever they’re called.
I’m really proud of myself.
And exceptionally handy.
now.
…that I’m home, I will assemble my bike basket [that comes off so I can bring it into the supermarket and buy cake!], outside, listening to Regina and Death Cab because I haven’t in a really long time.
I’m not eating dinner to spite you. Thanks for making the car ride home exceptionally painful. Stop arguing.
Maybe I’ll ride my bike when you’re asleep. I...
12.00 pm. on. the. dot.
I’m heading hommmeeeeeeeeeeeee.
It’s raining in New Hampshiiiiiirrrrrreeeeeeeeeee.
And it’s freeeeezzzzzinnnnngggggggggg.
But I have toassstttttttt and peanut butterrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
That’s it.
Hi, I'm ______, and I really want _______.
waitforthestone:
staresdeadlierthanbullets:
gravitysavedme:
jamie-ftw:
Hi, I’m Jamie, and I really want some pizza.
Hi, I’m Nicolette, and I really want Jordan.
Hi, I’m Andrew, and I really want a girlfriend.
Hi, I’m Jasmin, and I really want for you to ask me out already.
Hi, I’m mk and I really want to go to Hogwarts.
this. →
…is my new favorite website.
If Tumblr becomes relatively mainstream-trendy,...
(via maquettemanifesto)
Amen.
Let’s be really exclusive and act like jerks and abandon all of this once it does become part of popular culture.
We need an escape plan and a place for everyone to meet.
3.21 pm.
I just used Christmas money [that I fully intended to save for a camera] to buy a beautiful pair of boots. For 25% off [which means I saved about $40, so it’s not completely to waste.] And they’re puurrrttttyyyy.
You should be really really really proud.
And I got a pair of corduroys that I’ve been wanting for forever.
They’re grey, making them 127x more perfect.
I...
saturday.
My family gatherings give me unrealistic expectations for parties [whether they involve relatives or not] in general:
Really good dessert. Like, “I try a little of everything and pile it all on my plate but I can’t even finish half of it” good. But you do anyway. And then feel like you’re going to puke.
Good music, courtesy of drunk aunt.
With good music, bad...
update. part ii.
Family time is going well:
Picked up beer, milk, and Chinese food with my dad and uncle. Uncle proceeds to pretend to be gay and married to my dad, leading to my stifled laughter and an awkward Chinese lady giving me food.
Set the table with fancy silverware, legit silver, only to have my grandmother correct me and make me do it all over again.
Snapped a whole bunch of snap peas.
Talked to...
buddy the elf. what's your favorite color?
Hi. Merry Christmas!
I cleaned up well and got too many clothes [that’ll probably be returned for blue and grey], a basket for my bike, and snow boots. I can’t wait to frolic in the snow :]
Everyone should be expecting a phone call within the the next two hours.
I’ve been bonding with Connor a lot. We talked civilly and will probably go sledding like fools later; I’m...
just.
…so no one gets worried:
I’m heading up to Greene’s house for Christmas; a wonderful four or so days with my grandma and cousin and snow. And, for real, that’s not sarcasm. So I may or may not have interwebs, depending on how mah baby is treating me.
If I don’t write, it’s not that I got caught in an avalanche.
I’m just eating my weight in Chinese...
5.08 am.
Good morning and happy Christamas Eve’s Eve!
My run was cold and I can’t quite feel my face; I took a tour of the town and just wandered up to 25A, down Hollow and around the Village, past the water, home. It was really nice and I’m glad I actually woke up.
Get ready for extreme gift giving. Just kidding; I only have four and a half presents ready.
itunez
waitforthestone:
piniyopo:
dsfincannon:
How many songs total: 2584 How many hours or days of music: 6.7 days
Sort By Song Title
First Song: A-Punk | Vampire Weekend Last Song: - | Hop Along, Queen Ansleis
Sort By Time
Shortest Song: One Last “Whoo-hoo!” for the Pullman | Sufjan Stevens (Longest name?)
Longest Song: B-Boy Bouillabaisse | Beastie Boys
Sort By Album
First...
Disappointment:
Cookies aren’t turning out as well as I anticipated.
I haven’t started planning the scavenger hunt. [SHIT]
I don’t think I can go to practice tomorrow.
Making CDs is really stressful.
I’m tired.
Hope:
It’s only 9.16.
I don’t have any homework; just that history test.
I think I can wake up at 3.30 and finish everything.
Alright....
6.48 pm.
I’m about to do a shitload of “cute” things, including:
baking oatmeal/coconut/chocolate chip cookies.
baking oreos.
making about 29 CDs.
listening to Christmas music.
doing stupid Christmas music induce dancing.
yawning.
planning Kevin’s scavenger hunt.
That’s about it. I have a lot of work to get done. [Late nights are ok when break is the next day and the...
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-20) →
Death Cab for Cutie (26)
Modest Mouse (23)
Rogue Wave (17)
Regina Spektor (15)
Patrick Watson (13)
Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz
9.53 pm.
Main reason why I’m looking forward to school tomorrow: laugh in what’s-his-name’s face because he was a nonbeliever and said it wouldn’t snow this weekend. [My life consists of attempting to prove people wrong.]
I’m almost done with the English essay.
I got distracted from going to the supermarket and getting baked goods and went to Borders for “holiday...
tasks.
…because that’s what they’re called in Harry Potter:
English essay [it’s getting there] -hopefully complete before dinner with Shannon.
Cookies: oatmeal/chocolate chip/coconut and homemade Oreos with peppermint.
Art
Finish painting of Twish.
Thumbnails.
Contemplate how to make a contact sheet because I am computer illiterate.
Go sledding.
I had the loveliest run...
8.20 am.
Due to my inability to function as a normal human being, I woke up on this glorious snow day at 7.15. For no reason. I’m just getting around to starting/finishing that essay [THANKYOUSOMUCHFORSENDINGITYOU’REALIFESAVER!!!!!] because, by the chance that I finish a majority of my work by noon, I would really enjoy some sledding.
Also, intense baking is being done today. Cupcakes,...
9.28 pm.
I hate myself. So. Much. That stupid essay that is technically due tomorrow [thank you for having a snow day], three pages of overanalyzing a stupid photograph, was never saved. Which is really unlike me due to my compulsive organization of my desktop, folders, and immaculate file naming.
And Anisha still has it [but I’m talking to you right now]. I’m really sorry that you have...
It’s alarming, the lack of feeling in my feet at the moment.
I like to think that my poor circulation isn’t the result of a heart not strong enough to pump blood into my feet, my hands. That would look bad -no one wants a weak heart in more than one way.
I like to think that really, it’s a result of my heart being preoccupied with a few too many things. The warmth of your...
bluerhapsody:
txtsfrmlstnght:
(859): you’re just mad because in the hogwarts world I’m Harry and you’re Ron. get over it.
Hahaha, I can’t think of anyone who this is. But I’m going to watch everyone at school on Monday and trying to figure out someone to apply it to, because it really is a terrific analogy :P
Love.
1.05 pm.
My right calf is killing me. After a nice dinner and sleeping comfortably and waking up to eat clementines, I ran home from A.belle’s house in two feet of snow.
I know everyone sees it, but let me tell you how much I appreciate this massive amount of snow so “early” in the year.
Snow is one of those things that I can’t look at and not be happy about. It’s like...
I’m about to leave but I’m trying to kill some time.
I’m never able to fully clean my room.
You annoy me so much.
It would have been nicer talking to you on the 2.45 bus if you weren’t high.
I have so many books I need to read.
Sorry I never returned your shirt.
Thanks for calling and talking about the same stuff that we always talk about.
Maybe one day we’ll...
I’m baking molasses/spice cookies to make this day even better.
I really really really want to talk to you.
Thank you for the stick of butter.
I consider you my friend now, despite what others think.
My hands are cold.
My room is white at the moment.
If you’re reading this, call me. Like, any of you. I’m really bored. You probably are too. Let’s be bored...
figure.
It was absolutely amazing. About an hour and a half of straight drawing felt like twenty minutes or so; if today taught me anything, it’s that I love all of my art friends and that this is what I want to do. Go to class and stand behind an easel, drawing bodies.
This is how it went down: we took the bus to CW Post and walked into this semi-old building, with lots of doors and hallways and...
8.17 am.
Math: partner test this morning, and surprisingly easy.
English: here because I never did that essay.
Rest of the day: figure studies field trip, no running, down port to search for books/try to do homework/eat fondue.
Yesterday was a really weird day in the sense that I was looking forward to today and this weekend. I haven’t really been this excited for Friday/Saturday/Sunday in a long...
so. →
…I just ate spaghetti and I’m laughing so much I feel like I’m going to throw up.
I like talking to you.
I’m surprised that you talk to me.
I wear pens behind my ear now; I don’t want to be compared to you. [I don’t even know you’re name.]
I’m not “cute” or “charming” so leave me alone.
You looked pretty today.
You avoid me.
Can’t we greet each other normally?
This is a great song to bike ride to in the middle...
instructions.
Right now.
Get up from the computer.
Put on a jacket and some mittens and maybe a scarf.
Open your front door.
Lay down and look up.
The sky is clear and the stars are beautiful.
