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♥ 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.

soundtrack to life.

♥ scream(?).
live.

♥ past .
instant time travel

December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
September 2009
October 2009
November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010

♥ adieu .
set them free

AMANDA
ANDRE
ASH
DEB
ELEMM
07IP04!
08IP04!
JOSH
KAT
LISA
QIU
RENJEAN


♥ credits .
thankyouverymuch

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Saturday, February 6, 2010
hello, old friend. 6:18 AM

MM WHATCHA SAY;
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Honestly- how could anything today be all that bad after getting front row tickets to Imogen Heap? (!!!)

March will roll around.
And seeing Imi live with Ash and WL, less than TWO METRES AWAY FROM MY FACE with all her electronik magick and dreamfinger sorcery and tectonic warble is going to be a spiritual experience.

I saw E.P today, and it didn't feel like Girl, Interrupted.
Which is a relief.

I am doing...great, and not so good; so averaged out I suppose that makes me okay.

I'M ALL RIGHT IN THE DAYTIME

And tomorrow I'm going to
going to
going to
.

I miss Boston already, though!
It feels odd not waking up in the morning, prodding Angie to get the wakeup phone call, sifting through my mess of a suitcase and somehow managing to locate black stockings and eyeliner, and then turning up the volume on The Virgins while the shower runs. And then heading downstairs with Lisa to get our ritualistic morning cinnamon dolce latte; before navigating up the escalator in impossible patent black heels and going for the first Legal Comm session of the day.
Hell- I almost MISS the conferences that stretched on till crazy 1145 at night.
Followed by a hot bath, Lisa and I in our breezy Indonesian pyjamas, and then random people heaping into random rooms and collapsing on beds after much laughter and long talk at 2AM to sleep till 7 the next morning.

And I miss the general hilarity.

Dora was upset, cuz she left the softballs she got for Kai as prezzies back in the Sheraton.

Dor: I left them back in the Sheratonnnn.
Lisa: ...You left Kai's balls in Boston?
Cara: Party in the USA!

Honourable Delegation '10. I love y'all like Miley loves her sweet nibblets.
Yeehaw.

Am currently working on my H3 Lit proposal.
Primary texts: Looking for Alaska, On The Road, and The Secret History.
On The Road has to be one of my favourite new books. I love it, but barely understand it, and yet the more I flip back through the pages, the more I feel like we get each other. In a raw, ephemeral way.
Do I make sense?
No?
That's okay- it happens a lot.

But it's like there's just pages upon swimming pages of beautiful words- words you grasp at, even though you don't understand. Because you get this feeling that if you could just get past their raw, spirit-soaked madness; then behind them would be the infinity scroll shining clear and golden and undeniable.



On another note- ...TWENTY MINUTES MORE.
Where are you, sharp-talking distraction? Hurry hurry get over here.

69 72 00 55 15 18. 7809343408. 145901!

I miss you, yesterday boy,
and I've realized that the word "yesterday" is imperative.





I wrote a song today, and it had the simplest words I'd ever written.
But I liked it.