Blanche

• Today we watched Streetcar. I adore Vivien Leigh. Although she's English, I keep getting fooled into thinking that she was raised in a lazy cotton field down here. And, uh, I didn't mind Marlon either. I kept sighing, enraptured, and Grace and Lauren B. kept glancing at me, shaking their heads. "Fiona, you're gonna end up with an abusive husband!" They dont understand that Stanley is not Marlon.
• My phone got soaked and stopped working, so we bought a new one off the internet. It came yesterday. It's broken.
• I really miss Glenn and I haven't spoken to him since the IB picnic.
• Netflix is hatin all up on me and will probably never put the fourth season of the doctor on instant view.
  

Glitter on the West Streets

HOT DAMN.
I can't help but to comment, only to obsess over how fucking badass this one music video is. I'm not sure if the video is actually as amazing as I claim, or if it's just my intense love for Karen O and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but as I sit here in one of the GHP computer labs, I freak out.

I like reading your posts a lot. I think you forget how good you are at expressing things too. Reading that post made me feel like you were right beside me. I think you have a gift for communicating and conveying your personality through words.

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?

OMFGWTFAHHHH
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).