Red As Strawberries in the Summertime

Only seven days left. By this time in a week, I will be in Valdosta, nervously scanning crowds and missing my Momma.

I just ate meat in the leftovers of a Bolognese sauce, and I feel full and meaty. People make fun of me for being a "half-vegetarian", but I am serious about meat. It feels like the meatiness left a residue on my tongue, of blood and flesh, and I swear the meat started swelling once it hit my stomach, because there's no other way to explain this sickly bloating I'm feeling. I wish I had mint, salad, peas, or something green and fresh to cleanse my mouth with, but I'm full and too tired to go in search of those things. I always promise myself not to eat it again, and do it anyway.

Summer so far has been a trudging of sorts. I trudge through the internet before going to sleep very late, trudge out of bed, trudge through the day, and repeat. My mind feels like sludge! The fact that my brothers are now out of the house does nothing to improve the stillness and silence of the house; if anything, it adds to it.

I'm afraid. Afraid, more and more, of my impending failure. Afraid of GHP. Afraid of not finishing my mom's present in time. Afraid of my lethargy. I dream of a summer where I can drive and flit freely between sun soaking and late nights and absent chats with friends.

I'm such a typical teenager, gross.

Suerte Maldita de Llevar Cadenas

Just in case you're interested, here is my daily internet ritual:

1. Email (Yahoo!)
2. Pinkisthenewblog.com because no matter what, I must always have my daily fix of celebrity news. Plus reading what Trent writes is really entertaining. Nothing better than a gay guy's commentary on Miley Cyrus's crazy shenaningans.
3. Coolhunting.com where I get my fix of art, architecture, exhibits and cultural happenings, and where I discover illustrators like Penelope Dullaghan (see above).
4. Urban Outfitter blog every other day for music (sometimes free downloads), artists, and weird/ totally delightful stuff like boot cuffs. Oh yeah, and fashion/ over-priced unknown small designers who should in theory be humble in their artsiness and charge less.
5. Pitchforkmedia.com for music and music news.
6. Sometimes John Green's sparksflyup.com just because if I check too often I get disappointed by the not-frequent-enough updates.
7. Oh yeah and sometimes moreintelligentlife.com. but I haven't really gotten into it yet.
8. Last but certainly not least, facebook when I finish hw.

Straight after school I got my second Human Papilloma Virus shot. It hurt and felt weird. But I consoled myself in my pain with a caramel frappucino from Starbucks. Le yum.

I had more stuff to say but forgot. Oh yeah: I'm going to screw up my GHP interview something bad.

Sookie... Isn't She the Cook?

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Physics today was amazing. Aside from getting our tests back, I got proof that Mr. O is possibly the most amazing human being ever (I know you'd already figured this out, but it's new to me). The details will come to you later, but in short,
1. Belinda and I are the best at predicting things... ever.
2. Gilmore Girls and vector addition have much more in common than you'd ever think.

I thought you should know that I love you. Although I went through a not-so-good part of my day, I have amazing friends and you head the list, my juicy pineapple.

Oh, my. Cheesy and hackneyed adolescent sentiments. Just what I was trying to avoid on this blog.

Too Young

I had a weekend that was equally uncomfortable as amazing. I got burnt, tried to speak some rusty Spanish, got sick, watched a movie where the protagonist was a younger me, got thrust into things that were not at all at my age level, and ate three plates of Indian food.

My throat burns. I miss you. It's supposedly going to snow tonight, but you're a couple hundred miles away.

A Riposte

Spirit Week: Yes! See, I'll demonstrate my unparalleled (sort of) enthusiasm and school spirit in my dress, while sneering with derision at school spirit when I... well, you know. Forgo a couple activities.

D.C.: You know I'll never forgive you for not taking me, right? Ever. This could be the greatest birthday present I would ever receive. Sigh. I think this would be a perfect youtube opportunity. I'd much rather hear your commentary on the inauguration than some silly Fox News reporter or whatever. Plus I could show the video to my great-grandchildren.

Something I've recently discovered:
- I make up way too many words. I mean, it's somewhat acceptable in Spanish where I invent words that exist in French. But in English? Dredges of Latin find their way up through my subconscious, and I blurt out words and hope they're right. Like laud. Is that a word? In latin, the infinitive is laudare (oh wait, dictionary.com just confirmed that it is, indeed, a word).

Condo # 8

My dad, wherever he goes, has an obnoxious talent of finding the most random radio stations on the air. What am I listening to right now? "Miss Independent". When was that popular? Something around 5 years ago, I think. And "Beautiful" by Christina Aguilera? To give you a frame of reference, the first time I remember hearing that song was at the Christmas part of some family friend in Alabama. I was always the eldest, both in age and maturity (there were two boys my age, Hunter and Alex, but I never hung out with them because they were mean. Turns out that the fact they were so mean was because they liked me. Boys.) so I was too old to talk to the kids, but too young to talk to the adults, although (trust me) I tried. I went off to a bedroom and started watching t.v. and eventually, other little kids found their way to me and were watching too. The video for "Beautiful" came on. I don't know if you've ever seen it, but as far as I remember it consisted mainly of gay couples kissing. I just thought it was sort of wierd, but I didn't really care because I loved Christina Aguilera. The kids' parents came in, saw what was on t.v., and asked me to change the channel. I was pissed.

And that was a long, long, long time ago.

My favorite parts about skiing/snow:
- The mountain. I've been hiking, skiing, and snowboarding on this mountain. I love it. Shaun White has also been on this mountain.
- Meeting a fmaily from Cancun in the gondola who had never seen snow before and speaking to them in Spanish. They were so sweet.
- Jesus, French people are everywhere.
- Snow! Although none fresh.
- New years, tonight. December 31st is one of my favorite days of the year.

Santa Magic Hands

Today is Christmas day. Oh Sufjan Stevens, what joy was brought to me by the smooth, glossy pages of the Songbook accompanying your Songs For Christmas album collection appropriately delivered to me by Santa Claus this morning. Oh Sufjan Stevens, what love courses through my body as I study the chord charts you so generously included for my future playing pleasure. Oh Sufjan Stevens, what exaltation do I feel when reading the entertaining essays, short stories, and memoirs you so commendably chose to print in the book.

Oh Sufjan Stevens, be mine, you and your musical gifts, witty lyrics, and silky voice.

I love you, Santa Claus.