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