i am so undeniably happy.

despite all the shit that is happening back at home. despite the fact that i feel i have lost all of my friends. despite the fact that i don’t feel missed.

for the twenty minutes i was with these kids, i loved and was loved. feels so much better than to miss but not be missed in return. i never want to leave india. there is nothing for me in the states. nothing waiting for me.

summer lyfe.

(she is dying her hair dark red as i type.)

-class @8am every morning. but that can be a good thing because…
+love being done with class by noon everyday.
+first photography class everrrrrr!!!!!
+boone summer is beautiful.
+i’m riding my bike everywhere.
+spending most of my day in a little swimming hole tomorrow.

summer life should be spent in the mountains, people.

my mom can beat up your mom.

[polaroid spectra]

I’m so happy my brother is finding joy in drawing. he’s working on his self-portrait for his first art class and it’s truly amazing. I must say creativity runs in the family.

my mom is the best. ever.
I can’t wait for our little asheville trip.

I’m watchin ‘steve-o: demise and rise’ and, although I never would, it’s making me never want to do drugs again. I’ve also found my copy of ‘a million little pieces’ that I never finished, picked up where I left off and no more drugs for me, ever. I’m sticking to wine.

sweet jesus!

running on three hours of sleep and one cup of coffee. finished my final exams. taking pictures today. staying in boone a couple extra days. might go to raleigh thurs/fri. for my 3 week break until summer classes start, I’m going by no agenda. sleep when I want to, wake up when I want to, roadtrip when I want to.

I love fmylife.com. amazing
but oh my god, textsfromlastnight.com.

my head is in the clouds.

EXXAAAMMMSSS.
seriously, fml.
thank god the solid gold dance party is tonight.

hmm,

[circa february 2008]

i have the sudden urge to move to chicago. i already plan to when i graduate, but i want to now. get a studio apartment with brandon in the same neighborhood as the starving artists. this won’t happen now. as much as i’d like to be, i’m not a drop out kind of girl. but after college…

happy four-twenty

boone smells like pot. the air is hazy.
welcome, ghost of my past.

sitting in my room, listening to music, window slightly cracked,
drinking tea, lights turned off with my candles lit. it’s nice.

I’ll most likely be at espresso at 4. join me.

yesterday,

woke up in brandon’s comfortable bed.
cleaned my apartment a tad bit.
rode my bike to becca’s then to the girls house.
celebrated happi’s birthday.
laughed with hannah f about dumb bitches.
went on a drive blaring sigur ros with friends.
took a short nap at the girls house.
ate mexican.
night bike ride.
crashed a dance party. (brandon wore a full on shark costume than covered his body.)
came back to my apartment and crashed while brandon was finishing Doubt.

yesterday was the best day in a really long time. I’ve been so happy lately. nothing has brought me down. now I’m awake, and bored, and hoping my loud typing will wake up brandon. I want him to wake up and keep me company. also so I can play my ukulele. also so maybe we can have breakfast at melanie’s. maybe I should try and get another hour in and work my way back into his arms. my shoulders are a little burnt and my throat still hurts. I have to write two papers and finish cleaning my room before inspection starts tomorow. fml. tomorrow will be a holiday in boone. 420. I won’t participate but I will be laughing hysterically at the town of boone.

I’m going to get up and make myself some green tea with honey. that will help my throat.
have a nice day.

a place in between.

i don’t remember where we were going or where we’d been.
all i remember is you, me and the colour of the sky.

we have the music.

I bought a ukulele today.
I can’t wait to be able to play with my friends.