Hi, everyone!

Just thought I would leave a quick note.

Today, my father gave me my very own computer, and unlike my school-loaned laptop, which my parental units decided should be strictly for academic-related activities (homework, homework, homework... Oooh and emailing TEACHERS!) this particular computer, well, I can use it whenever I damn well please. I can use this to blog over the summer!

That is today's good news.

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Today I found the pages from a summer that I really wanted to forget.

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aw shit! she's treating me like crap again. getting sort of caught up in herself. greeat. Friends aren't supposed to make you miserable. This I know for a fact. Know what else? Nothing has changed. old ways have actually just become ways. dude i just need to go outside. jump in the lake with friends, or go to the mall with the people who promised to spend time with me this summer, people who know how to be nice rather than devoting myself to somebody who shows such a willingness and desire to hurt me. ahhh what a loovely mess she pulled me into.  i knew she didn't mean that apology. i knew it all along. she is still just as mean .and you know what? i think that it could be just as easy to pull myself out of this relationship as easily as i put myself back in it. that is something she wouldn't like very much, but what, i've tired every other option already. she would have a hard time facing these things without trying very hard to dispell the effects of guilt. i'm never going to let people get the chance to walk over me. it hurts. I am always thankful for my experiences, and what other people teach me. so thanks for nothing.

I wanted to forget this all even existed. That god awful feeling. The writing. All of it. 

And maybe I will, eventually. 

Perhaps.

Collective Fashion Consciousness? Collective Asinine Absurdities.

I sit at my desk and I wonder why something is so amiss and then I begin to notice that folds and ruffles are protruding from places they really, honestly, should not on people... And then I scroll through 10 pages of lookbook, and it all makes sense.

Here is what should be understood...

Clothing is supposed to fit.

I believe that the clothing of a decade reflects that decade perfectly. You will look closely, and then you'll find that I am correct. 

And it all really isn't the world to me, but when it comes to the stuff we wore when we were all young, I personally want to remember something better. 

Don't you?

This is The Sound of Settling

Buh ba!

Anyhow. 

Wondering where the hell I have been?

Well, I'll show you!

We went to the International District!

And spent the evening shopping on Broadway and Capitol Hill. I bought a cardigan from Urban Outfitters, but what else is new, I guess...but oh my god, we had so much fun that day!

The Pretty Parlor, a very fine vintage store which is very near and dear to my heart, one that Zooey Deschanel apparently stops at regularly.  There is also a shop kitty named Petunia, and Anna, the woman who owns the store, is really nice. It is a marvelous place, it really is.

The mountains, through a series of structures and clouds and telephone lines.

Oh, we took a few pictures at Volunteer Park and the water tower, but you know, by the time we had got there it was already getting pretty dark.

One very sleepy camel ride.

The birds... the sun.... the sky... and... The Dry Cleaners

Seattle is the most beautiful city.... Did I mention that?

 

Voila!

I am back. :)

Zachary Francis Condon

Joyeux Anniversaire!

Mr. King of The Balkan-Banging World!

Now make me some damn music.

Another Rose

I seem to have misplaced my journal where I wrote down all my thoughts and feelings on this movie I watched, Wuthering Heights. I want to find it and share it with you guys, so I won't post it just yet.

I'm going to Virginia until Friday!

Then, I promise, I'll start posting again.

The reason I have waited so long is because I wanted to wait until I got my new camera! Now I'll have some real photos to post!

And don't you worry, plenty of pictures will be taken. Big scary dinosaurs, statues, all the snow outside my Grandparent's house, all the beautiful splendor INSIDE my Grandparent's house... I might even get to bring my labtop so there might be a post on Wednesday, if we're all very lucky. 

Saturday I am either going to a boy's house or a show with a boy, and if you MUST know, because one of my friends insists that I write about it, his name is Conrad, and he likes Death Cab For Cutie and American noir films, and that is all you ever need know. That, and if I go to his house that means I get to make Tiramisu and other things watch movies with Barbara Stanwyck and Henry Fonda. Ahhh yes. Happy fun times. :)

Otherwise, Sunday post!

Merci. xoxo

I am an Awful Human Being, Aren't I?

Yes well my month vacation from www.blogger.com . . . is over.

Back to work, I suppose.

Movie review in a little bit. This one is good.