buongiorno principessa

three burnt out best friends+ period dramas+ a mixed feeling of clarity and uneasiness= perfect blog time.

grass

the secret spot under the stairs
fold out table with my nappy hairs
pipes above, paint cans on the ground
careful to listen for a warning sound

smoke rings circle above
one closet filled with so much love
debussy playing in my mind
the place that no one can find

come in here to nurse your concussion
listen to the wall's percussion
bang your elbow on the door
feel the cold of the floor

brain child

overcoming and sticking out ruts can be tricky. but...there is a reason they're a rut, they come and go. my ruts can last anywhere from ten minutes to months. i'm currently in this rut of never knowing what to say. it's like my brain and my mouth don't match up. words can't describe the feeling of being wordless. sometimes it makes me feel like my brain is numb. suggestions for brain excercises would be much appreciated.

ultra orange and emmanuelle

Someone talkin' to my soul
Someone shakin' my knee bone
Someone ringing at my door
And I'm crawling on the floor
I got shivers on my own
I got quivers to the bone
It's contagious
Don't know why
Someone drink
My blood like a glass of wine

snow on dead neighbourhoods

as i sit, muching on carrots, the ground is being covered by little white sparkles. although said sparkles prevent good friends from visiting, they sure are pretty.
being snowed in is like a little adventure. it makes you feel way less guilty about just wanting to curl up at home.
i love my little blanket, music and snacks cocoon. mix in some crondiggity and let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!

take me for a drive to the coastline

displaced from reality.

blah-blog time interrupted! be back....

you know i will come down

my future husband.

swallowed in the sea

Dear Emotions,
You're like a rollercoaster. You give me heavy metal dreams. You could make a dead man scream, you're like a rollercoaster.

Now that I got that out of the way. Things are looking up (then down, up, then down). Apart from tedious school assingments, lack of beach and the extreme need for a haircut, I am getting back into the daily grind. And no, not the daily grind from my vacation, which was real grinding. (sigh for questionable drunken dancing). Although my projects are the last thing I want to be thinking too much about, I realize that I only have a month left of school. The time to do is now, the time to bum around being a hippy teenager is about 4 weeks from now. I can't wait for that.

missing you.

don't kiss me goodbye, baby

weekend higlights:
folk music
heathers
getting things done
miss m
cupcakes
mmmuffins
recipes


i'll dance whatever dance you need to dance

Post Vacation Stress and Bummed Virus

Finally getting back into the non-vacation swing of things. It's been rough, but I must move on from Honduras. Movie nights seem to be the most enticing cure, so tonight is the night.
p.s. I will never get over Honduras