I MADE A FLICKR ACCOUNT

You can find it here.

I got the photos from my Konica developed and I'm pretty happy. The only ones that didn't turn out well were the ones I forgot to focus, haha. But here are some of them:

IF I DID ONE NEAR-PERFECT THING, I'D BE HAPPY

This past week has been really exhausting. I've managed to sleep in until eleven the past two days though, which is really nice. I'm picking up my photos from the Konica tomorrow and I'm preeeetty anxious to see how they turned out. I'm also considering attending the "Biggest Part in the Universe" tomorrow, but we'll see.

I think I've made a mistake re-accepting an unacceptable thing back into my life.
*Tries to backtrack frantically, very upset with self*

Last week consisted of:
1. "Night School Programs office, how may I help you?" times 100.
2. Getting dirty in the garden
3. Establishing a so far successful terrarium
4. Watching snails mate nonstop
5. Watching innocent wood louse fall into the water dish a subsequently drown
6. Listening to my Planning teacher drone
7. NOT SPENDING ENOUGH TIME WITH ALEX
8. Dreading the act of getting out of bed

In retrospect, some new needs are being met whilst the established, regular ones ARE NOT.

In the past 24 hours, I've spent a ridiculous amount of time on polyvore.com. Although I swore to myself that this would never become a fashion blog, my username is SEVERNB. And my sets are fucking sweet.

I'M SO TIRED, I HAVEN'T SLEPT A WINK

HOW WOULD I KNOW? WHAT SHOULD I CARE?

This has been so far, in retrospect, the worst year of my fifteen.
Although I expect it'll be looked more fondly upon than the middle school years.
Can I make a list without making people feel guilty? How would I know, what should I care? If so, you're all too sensitive. Build a nice wall between yourself and emotions. It makes things a hell of a lot easier and I would know. I think I'll pass on the list. I just tried writing one but I wasn't sure on how to word it and therefore decided to just not make a list to avoid making a really dumb list.
Lists Lists Lists
Systems Systems Systems
Order Order Order.
Ugh. I wish I could escape my natural tendencies.

I almost cried in Planning today.
The "almost-crying-in-Planning" instance count: Three.

But it's the weekend and I have no homework. My plans:
Me
Bed
Duvet
Tea
Snuggles with the only thing available for impromptu snuggle fests: Monsieur Lapin.

I really should clean my room, though.

A LIST.

1. That neat black hole machine in Switzerland
2. Iced tea powder and seltzer water, not so good
3. Stephen Harper is an absolute fool, I truly hate him
4. Stephane Dion is soooo sweet. Like a puppy. I wanna pet him.
5. This Green party-not-being-allowed-to-debate debacle is absolutely ridonk. Please refer to number three.
6. The teriyaki chicken rice bowl recipe at White Spot has not changed since the last time I ordered it. (Yes, it's just has naaasty as before.)
7. Planning 10 almost brought me to tears today
8. My South African art teacher calls me by "The Number Eight"
9. A little bird flu can go a long way.
10. "If you were a vegetable, which kind of vegetable would you be?"
11. Ten sounds like a good number to end a list at.

LIKE A BIRD ON THE WIRE, LIKE A DRUNK IN A MIDNIGHT CHOIR, I HAVE TRIED IN MY WAY TO BE FREE.

"As always, Canada will now bury its war dead, just as the rest of the world, as always, will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets nearly everything Canada ever does. It seems that Canada's historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored. Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance."
Kevin Myers (The Daily Telegraph, London)

I am only a Canada-enthusiast because in Canada, I see myself.
Whimper.
Whimper.
Whimper.

God.

But a boy was about to ask for my number last night. So that's a start, right?
Today shall be spent singing Serge compositions and surfing youtube.

P O C O A L L E G R E T T O

By Lina Scheynius.
God, I love that right hand. This photo is perfect.

So school is pretty drool. I worked my first shift this school year at the night school office and manned the phones (!!!) for the first time. Terrifying.

Not much other than that, not much at all. All I've been doing since school began is trying on outfits, eating, sleeping, learning and watching old episodes of Jeeves and Wooster.

Tomorrow is portrait day...

1 0 h r 1 5 m

Mm. Back to school. I intend to be shrouded in mystery and enigma and avoid slang and emotions all together.

Back to school playlist:
Akron/Family
Animal Collective
Beach House
Great Lake Swimmers
Grizzly Bear
Karl Blau
Microphones
The Mountain Goats
Nico
Phosphorescent
The Zombies