my old friend

lovely
i spent the day drawing and went to constance's at five or so, we watched jumanji and i ate corn flakes and drank tea. and we watched old videos we made. then recorded some until her camera died a death.

i feel so clean,
there is supposed to be a Big Snow tomorrow night. this excites me much, i hope for no school. i long to awaken during a blizzard!
this town needs more woodsy areas. not enough fields and real woods.
it would make it all the more lovely, like today.

good night, old you

ho hum

this was so beautiful. every single piece. the separates that marc always creates are so unique. i really loved the tights, especially the ones with the patch-knees. those ones could be diy easily! the boots were really neat too, so masculine and clunky but they remind me of old handmade native amercian moccasins.

such pretty stripes! this whole collection really made me die. the menswear too, marc's one of the only designers whose menwear i really respect. often, the menswear is boring, but of course it never is here. beautiful corduroys and scarves. and boy do i love scarves. the belts were really nice too, sturdy and just cool, it's what he does best. cool.

do i even need to say anything

the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

wolf like me / TV on the radio
summersong / the decemberists
city people / cibelle

hanna konola does beautiful things.
cool coffee is good, occasionally. i love ink drawing.
iron and wine's cover of "such great heights" is unbearably incredible
have a good day, i tip my hat.

i'm wandering round and round

london, london / cibelle, featuring devendra banhart
today:
spent history class looking out the window and pressing tiny pieces of paper between my fingernails
got yelled at in french for not wanting to learn, even though i DO want to learn and it's just the teacher who makes it difficult :( at least my test went swimmingly
ate
read sixty five pages of Lolita (thirty yesterday)
saved pretty gold wrapping from chocolate
neglected twitter
used a lot of W today: wind, wrapper, the W's all over my plaid shirt
drew a distinguished cat and rabbit drinking tea in art

i'm going to watch Transsiberian with my dad now
and write later
bye

P.S. that song is so lovely i'm in utter love. please take a listen why dontcha.

i don't do easter

the other night:

i had a dream that i was at hazel's house and her window was really big and she took off her shoes and walked onto this big cherry blossom tree and started taking pictures, and i said "so that's how you do it" and tried to get on too but i was too scared.

flying paper birds

the wind, the wind is winding

so ferociously, it's so nice. i feel so tingly.

about to walk / throw me the statue

bird confetti

"By adding an extra layer of my rendered notes into the city itself I created a brief meeting between the two worlds. Thousands of bird species cut out from the New York Times move as a coloured swarm cloud through small alleyways and over the pavement. With New York City as a decor on the background, they map the route of the wind."

what an idea.

yesterdays

i drew an old man. and i'll show you sometime. okay?


have a good sleep tonight

CLA$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$Y

nothing to worry about / peter bjorn and john
like
fuck
this song man
THIS SONG
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVniEYCdaoM

shook

today:

went to school seven periods late,

ate very kind foods at Home.

didn't have satisfactory conversations, again, doubly disappointing.

wrote letters

looked at my miniscule collection of early 20th century stamps

listened to sleep by azure ray and realized what a good song it was

i miss you, you, you, and you. where did you GO? why aren't you here now! shucks.

i love little nemo.

sweet dreams

letters

i'm writing letters to a lot of good folks.

i'm telling them things i can't tell them. i'm not sending these, i always liked the idea of doing this but never have.

i just don't know what i'll do with them once i'm finished, i don't think i'll ever be though

extravagant

gold dust

shortness of breath, i inhale sharply. feel a little sleepy. music is annoying me again, i feel like the cd i recieved has mixed in with my music and tainted the patterns and the "me" of my library, it feels like when you're braiding and you're looking at the little mistakes you made, the small knots and bumps along the way
must go book shopping.
star-gazing
to the city for a good gray day,
here and there and everywhere.
brush my teeth, make some lists, calm myself down, write a little, and go to sleep earlier.
i am not feeling well.
sweet dreams~

car full of books

today was a no good day, except that i got a NICE HUG from a flannelled ned and drank really good really hot tea when i got home. i made a mix, drew more norwegian sweaters, and had shorter conversations than usual. aim conversations don't compare to real life ones, that goes for everyone.

i'll believe in anything / wolf parade

child star / the unicorns

1: They didn't have airplanes. That wasn't until like 1906.

2: ..1903..

3: 1903.

4: They had gliders.

we've all gone to sleep

lots of wind today, come to think of it, lots of wind last week too
the wind's nice sometimes, for some reason recently i haven't been cold at all, even when it's cold out-doors
i'm going to make some tea

collection fragments

stuck / grouper

traveling through a sea / grouper

000000000000000

the weekend is over, friday i watched The Changeling with my dad and ate mcdonald's, i watched bad television and listened to records with noam all yesterday, and today i read to kill a mockingbird for a couple of hours and did " " to my bedroom i just want it to look as empty / cleanmessy as possible

not working

see no evil / television

knit up

i wore the greatest godliest socks today.
pale blue eyes / the velvet underground

lakes are places

dinner party

woody allen
todd selby
sam beam
jackson pollock
juergen teller
queen elizabeth
iekeliene stange
natalia vodianova
diane keaton
truman capote
scout and atticus finch
clementine kruczynski
paul simon
bob dylan
louis armstrong
art spiegelman
the Glass family
J.D. salinger too
sofia coppola
natasha poly, sasha pivovarova, jessica stam, lily donaldson and agyness deyn
edgar allen poe
huckelberry finn
Vampire Weekend, Animal Collective, the Shins
zach braff
kirsten dunst
cate blanchett
vincent van gogh
o. henry
chloe sevigny
dave eggers
spike jonze
danny roberts
sonia rykiel
john galliano
jack skellington
macauly culkin
michel gondry
natalie portman
f. scott fitzgerald
A.A. miln
the real karl lagerfeld
the fake karl lagerfeld
eva ibbotson
william steig
frankenstein and frankenstein's monster
nosferatu
marc jacobs
every artist of "could be me"
gene wilder
abraham lincoln / ben franklin
the roosevelts / kennedys
sylvia plath
erin wasson and peaches geldof for laughs
roald dahl
shel silverstein
barack obama and michelle
wes anderson
art garfunkel
the Velvet Underground, Sigur Ros, the New Pornographers, the Decemberists
gwyneth paltrow
maggie and jake gyllenhaal
jason schwartzman
claude monet
scarlett johanssen
toulouse lautrec
rene magritte
andrew wyeth
john updike
lou doillon, charlotte gainsbourg, and jane birkin
steve warren
mr. berner
chris martin
broken social scene (i am NOT NAMING every fucking member)
bill murray
mark ronson
finally:
max and the wild things
eloise and her grandmother / pug / turtle
toot AND puddle
babar
stuart little
(note: incomplete list)

heart locked in

i just watched Gran Torino. my dad walked into my room at almost nine and gave it to me, how he acquired it i don't really know.

the film was incredible, the ending was so startling. jamie cullum performed a song at the end which made me exceedingly happy.

a good cry it provided, time for bed~

"life is nothing more than the tiny things you've left behind"

i'm about to close the case!

i loved it.

andrew: and i like you. so there's that. i guess i have that.

sam: can tap-dance. you wanna see me tap-dance?

andrew: i would love to see you tap-dance.

constellations

finally a scan!

i made this on annie's bed during toy story. lots of crayons.

can i meet you for coffee?

i was outside for a quarter of an hour wandering around my yard talking to annie. i spent the evening bleaching and sandpapering these gray jeans i have, watching manhattan, painting my fingernails and toenails a nice dark red, and drinking coffee. dad watched the first half hour or so of manhattan with me but went upstairs as he has a cold.

it's midnight now, my jeans turned out nicely and i completed a lovely drawing during the film. i love woody allen. the weekend will be a good one, dad's also taking me to barnes and noble monday so i can get a new much needed stack of books.

have a happy valentines day ~ sweet dreams

icelandic sweaters are my forte

i just want to soak in the Blue Lagoon and feel less achey and just be bathed in all that wonderful natural steam.

your hand in mine / explosions in the sky

saeglopur / sigur ros

hahaha

there are countless bumper stickers on facebook that say:
it's the friends you can call up at four a.m. that matter
but i wonder
how many people know
that marlene dietrich said that.
to be honest i just found out myself. i thought it was funny.

in love

a rainy night

honestly this is a more ideal time for me to be getting ready for bed. it's been difficult awakening in the morning before 6.30, i seriously think it might be because i've been going to bed earlier. for some reason a later bedtime is just better for me. probably because i'm so used to it.

my neck is so itchy, my hair is finally feeling like it's growing, which makes me happy but the ends are tickling my neck and spiders are running all around.

i'm finally charging my ipod :') it constantly needs to be updated i'm glad i finally plugged it into itunes and it's synching and everything. i don't spend as much time as i used to into finding newer artists to listen to, recently i've been working on finding more music i like from the same artists. break time.

it's almost half past eleven, nighty night reader and sky and ground and i

the discovery always stuns archaeologists

i've been drawing all night. i finally finished paige's package, she's been sick the dear so i'm giving her her note and drawing and tea and pencil tomorrow. i'm watching Withnail and I with noam on saturday and spending sunday with my annie, we're making lego cakes.

i have eaten all my gum which makes me feel sad and frivolous. on one hand "oh it's just gum, it's nothing" but on the other gum is a luxury that most teenagers take for granted. not really it's just gum.

tonight i love david shrigley's photographs, clay, lego cakes, my best hot pink marker, white embroidery thread, RIP blue five

tuff luff / the unicorns
holland, 1945 / neutral milk hotel
lemonade / milky wimpshake
snake's got a leg III / sunset rubdown

finished catcher in the rye.

i remember these songs

me and julio down by the schoolyard / paul simon

subterranean homesick blues / bob dylan

i watched The Royal Tenenbaums today, this is officially the second time i have seen it. i forgot how incredible it was. i've been eating green apples a lot recently. i guess i like apples again.

Royal: Can i ask you somethin, Henry?

Henry: Okay.

Royal: Are you tryin to steal my woman?

Henry: I beg your pardon?

Royal: You heard me, Coltrane.

Henry: Coltrane?

Royal: ...What?

Henry: Did you just call me Coltrane?

Royal: No.

Henry: You didn't.

Royal: ..No.

drone

home sick day

rotten ones

friday was a day, saturday was such a day and sunday was almost a day. the only day part of today was that i found some great photos on the computer and drew a star on my ankle after watching Lick the Star on YouTube which was so bad it's not even anything. and this happened just now:

: have you ever tried original screenwriting?

paige: can't say that i have. have you?

: no, but it seems fun in a challenging sort of way.

paige: you should give it a try.

i'll be your plastic toy

just like honey / the jesus and mary chain

universal traveler / air

i want to make a bunch of really nice valentines day cards and tape them to random lockers at school, go hot air ballooning, and draw bill murray's face without messing it up. i made my dad a mix yesterday.

so far:

woke up / 4.30: drank water and went back to sleep

woke up / past 11: checked emails and ate rice krispies

showered and dressed

made a bagel and coffee, talked about sigur ros and the Grammys with dad

watched Lost in Translation again

talked briefly to three lovely people

attempted drawing Lost- still

texted annie

call me if you get lost

what a nice day i had watching Lost in Translation, talking about bill murray / notes and eating cake.

page by page

i ate grilled cheese and talked to my dad. the grilled cheese wasn't grilled enough so after taking a few bites i put it on the stove again for a few minutes. because grilled cheese is at its best when it has muenster or sharp cheese, and crispy. i talked to paige m in the pm and am convinced she is the best person in the world.

ice-skating tomorrow!

P.S. tea~time now

deathreaux

everybody's gotta learn sometime / beck

america's boy / broadcast

grounds for divorce / wolf parade

i'm making coffee now. i have math homework, i have to make puppets for history class of 18th century french women, also i'm half way done Catcher in the Rye. now i don't really know if i like it or not. it's indifference but i'm enjoying the book. today a sophomore said the nicest nicest thing to me after gym class! she's always so sweet.

i really need photo frames. and another shelf. but i don't need them, do i? superficiality.

last night i was obsessively looking through the sartorialist because i haven't visited in forever, and realized it's much much more convenient than copenhagen street style.

guilty pleasures

rocket man by elton john, cream cheese and jelly sandwiches, as told by ginger, spoonfuls of brown sugar, writing in my algebra textbook

melted away

i'm in love with Holden. today in study hall i was taking notes in the book. i never take notes in books i read. it was begging for it. the snow was caked onto everything in the early morning.

it's gone now.

infinitely

i am just the worst person ever.

bye.

it's taken to a beat

it's dark in my room and as much as i want to turn on the light i don't want to, if the light is on then i won't be able to see the snow outside properly

cupcakes

such nice snow today. it has been snowing all day, the prettiest small flakes. they don't even just fall today, they linger. my seat was changed in history to right next to the window (thank you!), also i have study hall for the rest of the year. we'll see, all i did was read and put up my feet, the teacher seems lonely. she told me my name was pretty, she has a soft voice. i ate a bagel and tea after school.

o valencia! / the decemberists

marigolden hues

such shortcomings in these posts. dismissed from school to-day at 9.30, i arrived home not until after 10. ate nice heart shaped strawberries with sugar (as burt lancaster would want) and watched the science of sleep. always jealous of charlotte gainsbourg's bangs and wonderful voice. i napped until 5.

starting catcher in the rye before bedtime, sleeping in a flannel shirt to-night. oh also, lots of orange juice to-day.

la science des reves

thank you

you're the best

lions and tigers / asobi seksu

blowin in the wind / bob dylan

123 apple tree / herman dune