MY 12 YEAR MOLARS ARE 3 YEARS LATE

Our DVD player broke. So, on our way to Seattle we visited a suburban Walmart (the people inside were simply tragic) and bought a PlayStation 3 for four hundred dollars. Supposedly it's the highest-ranked Blu-Ray player out there. I don't really care. We bought the Sonic the Hedgehog game as well and it's proving to be mildly entertaining. I'm actually really good at video games.

I am feeling so uninspired. Being trapped on a family trip you wish you could have skipped is torturous. Being trapped when I truly loathe my parent's best friends is equally so.

School starts in three days and I'm happy but only for the reasons that I can escape my house for six hours a day and y'know... converse with people again. I'm such a hermit.

(Unfortunately a hermit without shell.)

Listening to:

Grizzly Bear

Donovan

Serge Gainsbourg (Always!)

Nick Drake

Mogwai

GO... TO... DA WINDOW

To treat my mental and physical ailments:
- A big mug of tazo refresh tea (Mint and tarragon! Yummy.)
- A rice cake with cashew butter spread on top
- A private screening of Help on my laptop
- A nice, deep sleep in my cozy bed

DAWNING, DEWY AND MUCH TOO EARLY

E N T R A V E

Finally got my disposable cameras developed. The photos turned out well, although the drug store decided to withold 11 photos.




That is my old elementary school. I never acknowledged the view whilst attending school there. Anyways, I'm thinking of deleting some of the really dull, whiny, earlier entries. Fresh slate. Also, a new blog address. I know I've changed it a total of... four or five times since November, but.... yeah. Sorry. I've pretty much made it impossible to have regular readers, I know.

... Not like there has been much worth reading as of late. All I do is list and type absolute dribble. (Not to mention that is isn't an improvement from what I did before.)

D R E A M B O A T

T H I N G S I HAVE DONE AS A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD:

- Rolled Millions around in my mouth until they dissolved down to nothing
- Ate butter chicken and ice cream cake at 1:30 in the morning
- Listened to Leonard Cohen nonstop
- Thought about Leonard Cohen almost nonstop
- Showered three times
- Emptied the dishwasher
- Went to the dentist
- Forgot about the eBay auction I wanted to win
- Watched too much Olympics
- Went to Value Village with my mom
- Grocery-shopped.

H E L L O !

That's me. The eye peeking out from my right hand is especially creepy.
Aside from being creepy (most of the time, really,) I am usually shy.

T H E NEW ADDITION TO THE INDEPTH LIST OF THINGS I KNOW WHEN I AM REMINDED OF THEM LATER IN LIFE I WILL FEEL INTENSE NOSTALGIA

4. The feeling of anxiety and love that crawls up my abdomen whilst riding in the boat, passing the point bearing a flagpole but no flag, about to feast my eyes on Birdland/the Mucker Compound which I left a full year earlier.

So: The cottage was a real joy. Not the same, but still enjoyable. I left my iPod at Joel and Mary's and I really wish I had brought it. The whole visit I had Donovan's Jersey Thursday stuck in head, along with the notion that the only way to rid of it would be to listen to it. On my iPod.

Nearing the end of the drive home, Joel played the Blue Rodeo album that reminds me of my parents. I faked sleep. I miss the buggers. I really miss Mata dog. Looking at the new clothes I've bought, they lack one thing. Mata hair. It's just not right.