Let's play a game.

I think I may start using this to write anonymous letters to people.

It would be cathartic.

Fire.

I've just been so sad lately.

Today I let myself realize things.

It's probably healthy.

Undergarmets

I think every woman should have pretty underwear and bras, even if she has no one to wear them for.

Just wearing something beautiful makes one feel more confident.

Like, if my shirt ripped in public, it'd be alright because I'm wearing a pretty hot bra right now, if I do say so myself.

And also, no plain white. Ever.

Jumpin'

I just had a pretty amazing night sitting in a field with my best friends.

It probably won't be upstaged for quite some time.

I'm just so happy.

:)

Fi-yah.

I really love sunset/sunrise.

I might love sunrise more, but it's so hard to get up and be awake enough to fully enjoy it.

But my first couple of days home from Japan I was up at night and slept during the day, so I would ride my bike to this spot and watch the sunrise and it was so wonderful.

I don't want to ever forget that.

I'm a total copycat. So kill me.

Things in my room starting with...

A: animal [cat]

B: bags of an assorted variety

C: cactus that might be dead

D: dangling buttons

E: elephant figurines

F: fan

G: guitar

H: hubcap [found on the side of the road]

I: iguana picture

J: Joker cartoon

K: Kingwood Knights apparel

L: llamas [joking]

M: moon poster

N: nail polish

O: Obama pin

P: Post-Its!

Q: quiet [I was desperate]

R: rusty nails

S: Seventeen Magazine

T: turtle drawing

U: Ulysses S. Grant book

V: V-card [depends on your definition]

W: wolf stuffed animal

X: xylophone [joking]

Y: yo yo

Z: zebra print bra

PS Lists are my favorite form of organization.

Stroll.

I'm such a pussy when it comes to scary movies.

It's odd because I'm taller than most of my friends but I cower into them and scrunch myself into a ball.

And then I can't sleep by myself.

But even after all of that, I love the feeling of being scared.

Mr. Jensen

"I'm your teacher, but that doesn't mean you have to be little ducks behind me."

I love when teachers respect their students.

Paper.

I really enjoy photos of stacked round things.

Especially this one.

In other news, I never noticed how hard it is to do everyday things with only one moveable thumb. This brace is constantly in the way, especially because it makes my wrist immobile too. Texting, tying shoelaces, typing, and unbuttoning pants are the worst. For sure.

Lines.

Today my English teacher played her accordion for someone's birthday. 

I have never had such an interestingly-talented teacher before.

Sometimes I go outside and just scream for a couple of minutes because I like having a raspy voice.

I really can't wait for winter, it's my favorite.

Just for You.

I'm a shiver through her body, full of soft pink pedals

My gown resonates love and poison

Her skin tastes of salt from the sea and sweat

There is sand dancing in the sheets around us

And our veins are still thick with psychadelics

We are full of colors and chemicals

Our minds run swiftly,

Conjuring up images not seen by the machines outside.

PS Saw freaked me the fuck out.

Orange.

I'm incredibly frustrated with organized religion.

I feel like all I'm ever told when I go to church or youth group is to think a certain way, and if I say I'm thinking a different way, I'm given an explanation about why I'm actually wrong.

Except I don't think I'm wrong.

I want to learn about every religion and philosophy, in depth, and then I'll make my own opinions about higher powers and such.

"And the queen; I bet she has very quaint little poops."

So I'm taking two art classes this year, and at the beginning of each, our teacher has had us answer the question "What is art?" Almost everyone said self expression or some variation of that, but I don't know. Maybe it's subconsciously emotional, but when I'm painting, or when I get an idea for a piece, it's almost always about making other people think.

I'm so afraid that one of these days people are going to just stop thinking all together. It's my biggest fear. How can we expect to get anything done if we're not thinking?

Poser.

The hurricane is coming through Jersey now.

I fucking love storms.

I could stand outside in the rain all day and just listen to all the sounds.

PS I feel like I'm running out of time.

"You know what you are, people? You're a thousand points of bullshit."

I just got water from the bathroom tap and it was really cold. 

That made me incredibly happy.

Who knows why.

"What about the creamy texture?"

Today was my last first day of high school.

Oh gosh. It's beginning to dawn on me that all these days I'm at home are lasts.

Hopefully this time next year I'll be in Vermont waiting for the mountains to get ski-able.

PS A direct quote from astronomy class today:

Mr. Jones: "What milk product was introduced by the FDA as a substitute for meat in a children's lunch during the early '90s?"

DL: "Peanut butter and jelly?"

Mr. Jones: "Um..."

DL: "Doesn't peanut butter have milk in it?... I swear it has milk in it. What about the creamy texture?"

"I feel like I can grooove to this shit, man..."

This will probably be a boring collection of words and photos.

Because I really enjoy photos.

Maybe some mind vomit will pop up every now and again.

I like titling entries with quotes.