Monday, December 7, 2009
hello, old friend.
6:05 PM
"be sure to wear some flowers in your hair!"
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jetting off in a few hours.
Roll on, Humanz Kidz! bring on the palaces and pashminas and black boots and bubblewrap jackets.
Back on the 19th, y'all.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
hello, old friend.
1:27 AM
let's get drunk, you can drive us to the harbour
wish upon the stars, but do you know what stars are?
balls of fire, burning up the black space, falling from the landscape
exploding in the face of God;
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[insert two weeks of general awesomeness here]
... So.
I'm back from the Land of the Free and the Brave and the SuperSized Portions which I could not finish.
L.A was neat. Maybe I'm just wide-eyed and naive and seventeen, but L.A's the kind of place where a different kind of magic (without the k) happens. Everything's glitzy and full of possibility (stagelights, alleyways, letdowns). Blink once and you get glitter in your eyes.
Utah was incredible, too.
The powder? ...tres fantastic. Home Run, Sidewinder, Treasure Hollow, Pay Day = CONQUERED.
Take that, gravity.
I also realized a couple of things. Like how my family can be pretty awesome at times. But also pretty cheesy. How he isn't really the superhero he used to be in my six year old eyes. How I don't like emotional family scenes because they make me squirm.
Also, I have realized that I can cook. :D
Ha, nonbelievers!
I prepared a whole chicken. Like, all by myself. On a plate and everything.
Okay so granted; I did not catch nor pluck nor cook that chicken, but...y'know. It takes some skill to maneuvre a microwave.
And I, for the record, am a pretty kickass microwaver.
Thank you for the holiday, family. And God.
Without whom I would still be stuck where I was a week and three days ago, which is...oh God, I don't even want to talk about it.
So I'm back home now.
EIGHTEEN DAYS. :D :D :D :D :D
HMUN spar tomorrow, for which I am France, and also supremely unprepared. I've got words like short selling and financial crisis and AIGs and debit accounts swimming around in my head and ohh tomorrow will be interesting to watch.
Also,
I don't like that I have come to care so much.
It scares me.
If I'm Pocahontas like everyone says I am; ...where's my spinning arrow?
Still, though.
I have Lisa, and the DWL; and I'd pick them over Grandmother Willow any day.
(Plus, they're more portable. I am against deforestation)
I love you guys.
We can be each other's gravity.
xxx
"Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone
Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone
Feel your heart, it breaks within your chest now
Try to get some rest now; sleep's not coming easy for a while, child"