happy and eexciited for the weeeekend<3

balance

spring break was delicious, but it left me wanting more. i am so tired of this semester, and of my living arrangements, and of my car/car shopping, and of things in general. but at the same time, things are going soo welllll. i'm working at starbucks again, i'm going dancing as often as i can, i'm spending lots of time with people that i LOVE, i'm loving juan as much as ever of course! and i'm reading books like crazy, not to mention as far as i can tell i'm getting straight A's again... but i've got writer's block again and i lost my digital camera (it was stolen at vagabond), which is probably the most disappointing thing that i have EVER done to myself. i shouldn't be complaining though, shti happens and we're planning the trip to nyc this year (if only we had set a daate) and i'll be away this weekend, just juan and i, and then again on april 10th we're going to orlando with my dad and sister. i'm a lucky girl and i'm so happy, things are so wonderful!, i just want out of this semesterrr and on to more new and beautifulllll thingssss.

doomedqueens

so, so worthy of your attention.

there will come soft rainsss by sara teasdale

(War Time)

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

fishbowl head

It feels like my head is a fishbowl full of water that I'm trying to balance on my neck. I don't feel very well! We got home at like 4:30, but I really wasn't drunk at all so this hangover feeling doesn't make sense. And now we have plans to go out to lunch with his parents even though I've barely woken up... I need tea.
I feel like shit!

fotografers

top ten favorite photographers (in no particular order)
man ray
jacques henri lartigue
bill brandt
henri cartier-bresson
andré kertész
imogen cunningham
e. j. bellocq
walker evans
garry winogrand
eugene atget

I really loved taking History of Photography last semesterrr, and I can't wait to take the second part...next spring, I wish I could take it sooner!

::inspired by nikki's post and time on my hands

por supuesto

lots of tragic kingdom and return of saturn please, reunion tour.

i <3 richard avedon portraits.

things we carry

I was thinking about how I always carry my bag with me, and what I always have in it and how much I love all of those things. And what those things do or don't say about me. For the most part, people carry the same sort of things, but I think we all have at least a few things that only we carry with us day and day out.

I always carry:

• my red moleskine (for sketching and writing, which I also use for all of my classnotes and roughdrafts)
• a tiny, little hellokitty notebook (which I use as an agenda)
• pens (at least two different colored inks)
• whatever book I'm reading/looking through at the time (currently Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann)
  
• a little marie antoinette pillbox from the Louvre (which houses birth control pills)
  
• various tea bags
  
• two tiny bottles of oil fragrance: one I bought in France and one my dad bought me in Salem
• my iPod nano (which I never remember to charge)
• an accumulation of receipts I forget to throw away & fortune cookie fortunes
  
• hairties, at least one hairbow, and chapstick (hellokitty strawberry!)
  
• film, empty cannisters of film, cannisters with film to be developed
• ray bans
• wallet, keys, lighter(s) and I would say my phone if I didn't always forget it.
  

I sometimes also carry:

• BUBBLEGUM, mint gum, mentos, candy, etc. (a LOT of the time)
  
• my digital camera/my fish-eye camera/my oktomat camera/my polaroid camera
• nat sherman fantasias
• a scarf/shawl
• two different shades of red lipstick (I never have just one at a time)
• my nintendo ds
• crayons/colored pencils
• dried berries (for energy)

Mmmmmmm. Someone tell me what you carry!

Arrival of the Normandy Train, Gare Saint-Lazare

Claude Monet, 1877, oil on canvas


I've been writing lots lately! Mostly short stories, or maybe not, it's hard to tell because I haven't been able to finish even one of them. I hate ending things, it never comes easily.