Viral Intentions and Sexual Innuendos

alright, so even though i did say that i had absolutely no interest in going to the parade, i did anyway, but i didn't go to see the sweaty marching guys, i went to go see herbert (:. so basically since i have nothing to rant about, i am going to take the simple way out, and tell you about my day. 

i noticed something this morning, my new room faces east, it is the highest room in my house, and it also is in the direct view of the sun. i woke up this morning at 6:30, because the rays where too much to handle. oh well, i guess it is always good to wake up early. my plans for today where sure to include herbert. i would make sure of it. i didn't care what else was planned, i was going to see my boyfriend. 

after several unsuccessful ideas and suggestions, i figured that i'll just let my day go along, and i'll figure out my plans later. my mom and brother's where at the parade already, i figured id just walk the two miles to main street, and follow the length of the parade until i saw them. good idea. everything seemed to work out so wonderfully. i was at the parade, meer blocks away from herbert's house, and best of all i he could come meet me! 

the parade was over, we met up, drove back to my 

house. and well from there on we spent our day avoiding my mother, spelling our names out in beads, tricking my brother into going down stairs, and talking about world of warcraft. yup that was my day. as uneventful as it was, it was still a great day. i love herbert. really any day i get to see him is a great day. 

clothing log:

3/15/09

 alright, so i know that the quality of this photo is not all that great, and that the setting is gross, and the lighting is bad and all of  that, but i was in a hurry to run out of the house. who cares if it was 41 degrees and cloudy, there is no way i would be wearing a  jacket. today i wore herbert's hollister flannel, with a black sugar lips top, black knit charles gagnier hobo hat, dark wash ultra  skinny jeans, and a pair of turquoise classic vans* (not pictured). it was a nice casual outfit, good for walking, parade going, and  hanging out with my boyfriend. 

*refer to below photo.

Wake Up Mr. Yeltsin The Day Is Promising

i don't know what it is about the early hours of the morning, but it really seems to bring out the creativity in a person. when your tired, you allow your thoughts to just drift. ideas float in and out of perspective. thoughts seem so effortless. im sitting 

here on my bed looking around my room. it is 1:41 am sunday march 15th, and im in some sort of a natural high. all my greatest ideas come to me in the early hours of the morning. i am itching to draw. im deciding on weather or not to run down three flights of stairs to get my pen. maybe not. 

i have decided to keep a clothing log.- (i will soon update with pictures)

im thinking of clothing options for tomorrow....well today. friday was great. i wore a grey silence and noise ruffled shirt with black skinnies and turquoise canvas sneakers to school. for my night out with herbert i nixed the pants, threw on a pair of black leggings, and a black cardigan over top the shirt. 

seeing as this post has no set theme, i am going to render completely off topic. so tomorrow is my town's annual St. Patrick's Day parade. I don't know why it is that the parade is never on the set day. maybe they figure that the irish will get too excited and drink themselves to death. so being the complete rebels that we are, herbert and i won't be attending the towns festivities. im not quite sure of what we will do yet, but i really do not feel like standing on a street corner and watching a bunch of big sweaty guys in skirts and puffy sweaters march up and down the streets blowing into bagpipes. i have nothing against the irish (after all my best friend so happens to be obsessed with the fact that she is 50% irish) but i don't want to do the same thing i've done for the last 15 years of my life. im not going to be wearing green. im not going to go eat corned beef and cabbage, and i am not going to get thrown up on again! im going to spend the day with my boyfriend.

oh. yeah.

mood: bad

theres not much more i can say

more then i ever could have imagined

normally im not a big fan of sports team banquets. i dread going to them. i dread the food, the people, and just the fact that im wasting my time at some banquet hall when i could be out and about. but you know what, i am so SO happy that i decided to dress up and go to my swim team's banquet last night. i actually had a lot of fun. in al seriousness, it made me think about the rest of high school. i became great friends with many of the seniors. they leave at the end of the year. i couldn't ask for better senior capitans. they made the swim team that much better for me. julie and i where sitting there, tearing up a bit. we pictured ourselves as seniors. standing up at the podium making speeches, thanking Fusco and Marc for everything. I cried. I love my swim family. 

"the freshmen" amir, randall, julie, me, louis 

skepticism in the eyes of the beholder

i made a wish on 11:11 and a second later it turned 11:12

it is one thing to preserve a fossil, body, or well a piece of meat, but it is a whole other ball park when trying to preserve feelings. i think we all wish that we could just catch happiness in a jar, and stash it away for a day when we feel less exuberant then normal. 

no one wants to be sad. dealing with sadness is so tough, because it is not just emotional but physical too. have you ever realized that? when you are upset, you don't just experience pure grief, throw in some stress, a little anger, and dishevelment, and you have an upset person. 

but none of that is my point, because i am not at all upset at the moment. i'm actually in a good mood... well somewhat at least. what i am trying to say, is that i think we all just want things to go well and be perfect all the time. i don't think i could live like that. i need a touch of creative chaos in order for my day to function, because if everything goes too well, then i'm sure something bad is just around the corner. 

so tomorrow is a friday. i'm looking forward to a presentation i know nothing about, and an Italian test i am not at all prepared for. But then again it is a friday, that just cancels everything else out. i am going out, no matter what, i am going out and doing something on a friday night. 

possible trip to new york for some shopping might be in my future. i am planning on going with a group of friends, taking the train in, walking around the city for a day. without parents of course, because we all know how a trendy group of kids could easily be flattened by a single adult parental figure. 

i am starting to like the way that everything is turning out. i am so glad i held in. it could have been the biggest mistake. there is nothing more that i want, then to lounge around all day with my friends. watching scary movies, taking pictures, laughing at stories, the way it was in the beginning. im smiling. 

and well, there is so much more i want to add to this blog, so many things i want to talk about, but there also is a huge ache in my back. it is also 11:34 pm, and i still have plans to talk to herbert before i fall asleep. so as grade school diary entry esque as this may sound, goodnight! ill be sure to write soon. 

My Dearest NYLON

you make me scream at the top of my lungs, roll around the floor in happiness, and explode with pure joy. could any other magazine publication make me as excited to the point of orgasm status the way you do? its the one thing i regularly get in the mail, and the only reason i actually check the mail. i hide you behind my text books, smuggle you around in my backpack, and casually flip through you while relaxing on my roof. I risked digging through the recycling just to save you from an unwanted demise. my magazine, my bible! i eye your glossy cover while racing to finish my homework. all i want to do is sit and read cory kennedy's notes on upcoming bands and fashion trends. I could go on for ever! 

Ever since the first second i flipped through your colorful witty articles, i decided on my future job. I WANT TO WORK FOR NYLON! i think that there is no better job for me in the world. its publication is the perfect marriage of wit and culture, throw in cory kennedy and peaches geldof and you have nothing less then perfection. i would do anything to visit their offices for a day, sip coffee with marvin scott jarrett and talk about our love of nordic icelandic bands and the genius behind marc jacobs' tantalizing ads. Im sitting here daydreaming about the one day when people ask where i work, and i can say "NYLON magazine!" I am a huge fan. because when i read it, i can picture myself in its pages, not as a model, but as free thought. it flows easily and effortlessly, and yet it reminds me of me. so don't be alarmed if you see me running down the street ecstatic over the fact that the mail man just arrived, i probably just got my new issue of NYLON.  

Jumping From the Tops of Buildings

"janine look out your window" i saw her curtain slowly open and her face mold into a look of surprise and happiness. i was on the roof. it was gorgeous, one of those rare february days that made it seem like spring was right around the corner. i had no reason to be scared, i just popped out the shade, and stepped out into the sunshine. if i looked north i could see the new york skyline. i think that the day perfectly mirrored the way i was feeling. i can't stop smiling, even still. it looks like i slept with a hanger in my mouth. yes as lame as that is, it is so true. i think that things are so much better then i ever could have imagined. i love my boyfriend. i needed something like that momentary break to realize how much i couldn't really stand to see him go. i remembered every reason why i loved him in the first place. i remembered every reason i fell in love with him, why its lasted as long as it has. i remembered every time he has left me in awe, surprised me, made me laugh, and blush, made me tear up with tears of happiness. i know now how i fell in love, with a boy who has changed my life. he's coming over tomorrow. i couldn't be happier. im in love with my boyfriend, ill never let anything make me forget that again. 

We sit in your tree house.

The view from the top floor.

The moon shining through all the leaves and the trees.

I lean close and whisper;

'can we stay here forever? out here in your backyard? just us in the autumn breeze.'

For the first time,

I feel like i'm at a loss for words.

There's nothing left to do but move forward.

I'm finally ready for something good.-chasecoy