*siiigh*

so my alarm clock has stopped being good to me.

I've been waking up in the afternoon, and that doesn't make me happy.

I think Too Little Too Late doesn't have enough juice left to keep me motivated,

or awake, even. and that makes me sad.

I haven't been drawing. I haven't sketched anything worth my time in so long. I feel like I've lost my creativity bug. and that makes me disappointed.

I have a working camera, and I've come to realize that I haven't used it enough to even compose a second photography portfolio. and that also,

doesn't make me happy.

I can change all of these things, if I want to. but I'm lazy, and I know it, and I have the time,

I just don't manage it, or use it at all, well.

I've begun to read the curious incident of the dog in the night-time, by mark haddon. it's ryan's.

when we went up to montreal last, I remember him reading this book on the carride there,

and reading it in the spare bedroom during his spare time, and him finishing it within the few days we stayed for our visit. I suppose I reccollect this so distinctly because I cannot remember a different time where I've seen him read with such focus, so wholeheartedly.

and recently, a mother of a friend of sean's was talking to me about this book, and she had such a look on her face, of. I don't know what. bewilderment, and confusion, that it, and her words about how bizarre and pointless the book was, caused me to begin reading it the minute I got home. Isn't that weird? I guess I'm that stubborn, that if someone has such a solid opinion on something and I know I can prove them wrong about, I'll do it. prove them wrong, that is. but I think it's more to prove to myself that I can think as independently as I care to, and to such objection of someone else's opinion, that it can serve as a reminder of everyone's interpretations and views on a subject.

today is going to be the day I will ride my bike. I have to take a shower first..

I miss Chris Farley so hard, I almost cry just thinking about it.

thanks for putting up with that little rant up there.

I'm cutting this so short because

I've realized I have things to do. and I can do them right now,

if I want.

and

I want.

hugs,

elise.

it's not sunday anymore.

I just took a shower.
My alarm clock's been good to me so far,
I love Emily Haines.
All of my socks have holes in them.
I ordered clothes offline the other night.
My house phone is ringing right now.
I bought Minus the Bear's Menos el Oso,
Kate Nash's Made of Bricks, and
Mates of State's Re-arrange Us.
I downloaded Jamie T's Panic Prevention,
and Pin Me Down's Crypic EP.
I have one hundred and forty-nine dollars left.
Graduation money.

It's Sunday.

I watched the french open on tv this morning.

I love how I'm not into sports all that much,

and yet I'm always talking about them,

or playing them.

hypocritical, is what I am.

My mom and I were talking about tennis,

and players and such, while I watched

and she did the dishes.

My mom's favorites are/were jimmy connors

and andre agassi.

she'd tap that any day.

and I found out bjorn borg was/is my dad's favorite.

They're all so cute, those tennis stars.

my mom used to dream of being a professional one when she got older.

I mean,

my parents met playing tennis.

It's just their sport, I guess.

anyways,

I promised a picture of that kitten from that irish newspaper.

here you are:

so great.

so cute.

I said I have goals for summer.

And I do, really.

I had them written down all nice and neat,

and like everything else,

I lost it.

From what I can remember,

they consisted of:

1. drawing, drawing, drawing.

2. reading, reading, reading. preferably, all the books I got at christmas, that I still haven't gotten around to reading.

3. ride my bike. daily? weekly?

4. adventure with mia.

5. hang out with brianna.

6. chill with kara.

7. play, and beat, all the games in the legend of zelda series. srsly.

8. make something to remind myself to play, keep motivated. an aim screenname? baha.

9. buy shoes.

10. buy CDs. stray from downloading.

11. buy a real camera for photography. something sony, something nikon.

12. buy a real video camera, for recording. see above.

13. come up with some money.

I suppose that's all for now.

when I remember more, come up with more,

I'll update.

holla BACK.

I should probably show my canadian spirit right now

and watch the stanley cup finals with my family,
but I'm not up to it.
I'd rather just sit here
and listen to a thirty-eight minute mix
while smacking mentos spearmint gum
in the comfort of my bedroom.
yep.


I was rummaging through the top drawer
on my bureau earlier in search of jewelry to wear
for the infamous upcoming class night and graduation next week.
and I never realized how much jewlery I actually have.
better yet,
I found so much joy in remembering memories I forgot I remembered.
It's such an invigorating feeling.
Every bracelet, every pair of earrings,
reminded me of something,
more,
of how I got them in the first place.
I know,
it sounds corny and geeky and all,
but it made my night
fer realz.

here's some
spur of the moment facts:
- I bought a hair straightener, and yes, it does make a difference, if not a teensy one.
- frank printed me a page of this irish newspaper I guess he reads often. It's all in gaelic, and talks about some radio station. The photo, which he said reminded him of me, is a real kitten DJing. I'll get a copy for you to see, don't worry.
- I purchased one hell of an awesome belt at the mall friday. It's red.
- I love chocolate milk.
- I have to compose my second photography portfolio.
- I have goals for summer, I'll post them soon.
- You're pretty cute, you know.