{ and we'll play summer on repeat;

♥ precious.

la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.

shh.

♥ scream(?).

live.

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Monday, June 2, 2008

hello, old friend. 7:08 AM

In parking lots and breaking hearts, we can keep these scars alive
From when we were almost seventeen and all of our days were golden;
----

Summer & Marissa Day.

Finally.
To cut a long story short, it was a weird day.
For some strange reason people stared everywhere we went; and it wasn't just the usual casual glancing up at people because they've just entered the room type of thing. It was outright blatant staring and I'm pretty sure I'm not exaggerating.
Stop and staaareeee...

Chijmes was beautiful.
It felt a little weird, seeing as how I haven't been there in some time; but hey.
I'm always up for making new memories.
We met a nice European tourist man who thought we were tourists so he helped us take pictures at the spiral staircase.
Going to places like Chijmes make me just really wanna travel to places like Rome and Venice and Romania. So, so pretty. Spare me the skyscrapers and the city traffic puzzles and the starbucks lining fifth avenue; just give me old cathedral arcs that shout hallelujah to the sky and ancient rock and ruin and legend-- lots of it, steep the streets the stars the city in it.

throughout the day people kept staring so in the end
we tested it out one last time by walking into Starbucks and sure enough, this whole table of people looked up and then just kept staring.
so we walked up to them, put on our best "hey ohemgee I'm a bimbo!" voice and went, "heyyy. y'know people've been staring at us a whole lot today and we were wondering, like, if we had, like, anything on our hair, or like, anything. Is like, anything wrong with our hair or dresses or makeup?"

their expressions to that were truly funny. I almost gave us away by bursting out laughing.
they were all just, like. "....*incredulous look*...Um. No."

"ohmygosh are you suuuuuure?"
"Um. ...yes?"
"okay love you thank you so much!"
and then I did this queer little ditzy flounce and we did our ditz walk outta the cafe joint.

randomness. pretending to be a ditz's dead fun.

Nighttime: headed to The Loof.
One thing I hold against most local live bands is that the music overpowers the vocals. Every and any time. Also the bands playing seemed to take the whole "Concert for the Deaf" thing a little too literally? Like excuse me we have eardrums.

Still. Whatever.

So I just lay there on the rooftop couch surrounded by girls in black mascara and boys in dark tattered-on-purpose jeans and tanned skin and watched the lead singers headbang their way through the songs
and having nothing else to do,
chose to lose myself in the riffs and the pounding beats
one two three too fast too furious for me
lost myself in the crowd of a struggling generation

"Turn me on
I just wanna feel alive"

on and on it plays in my head,
caught in my mind in a butterfly net
and pounding through my chest my ribs my lungs because
a little lately this has been my heartsong
and I wonder how it could have come to this. (?)

--- THE NEXT DAY----

at eleven in the morning my sister came into the room
"... Wen Loong's here!"

Cue for Cooper and I to sit up groggily.
"...huh?"

Then the Grumpy Morning Cara took over.
"Well I'm not feeling good and I'm still sleepy I'm gonna sleep more."
So. I rolled over and promptly fell asleep again untilllll Kat went out of the room to meet the boyfriend and yeah. I decided to go out and be nice.

so we watched the OC and then went out and watched Made of Honour and tried to teach Atwood how t'smile. (we failed. miserably.)
mulled over the many Cohen choices.
"Summerrrr you've gotta go out there and get yourself a Seth!"
"but I don't want a Seth, I want a Zach."

"so what happened to Zach, anyway? Like. How'd he turn all weird on Summer?"
"He...was protective. Very protective. Which is ironic, and peculiar; because that kinda would sound familiar to you, wouldn't it."

went for a run later on in the evening and started coughing. again.
this is so frustrating I honestly don't know where to go from here now.
sometimes in my darkest moments I wish with all my heart that _____________ but no. I know better than to wish that.

Do you remember the time
when you and I were fine?
Hiding under the apple tree,
there was no one but you and me
We would hide from passing cars
and we would have the summer stars

talking to Bran now.
Gosh I miss the AU Oldies; miss them like crazy,
what happened to our Golden Age and plans of moving in together?
but I guess people change and times change; and I of all people should know.

(It's 2:00 am and the night's only begun
Will this be a fist fight or our best case of amnesia?
Make these tables your ballroom floors
And dance like there’s no one watching you; )

oh how long will I be waiting?