The season of fires.

Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! I'm waiting for Sunday. I smell Ventura already. Salt water mist and old clothing. I just can't wait! I want to get there already. Train, bus, car, bike...who cares!...This week's gonna pass by like a snail, heading for the other side of the side walk. ssssllloooowww.

Don't leave without me.

Since I left my phone in my PE locker...going through 4 periods without a phone is beyond torture. I didn't think I could make it. Hardest thing I've probably ever had to do. And I wish I was joking...Turns out, my phone was in my bra all day anyways. I didn't even forget it.


Two things in this world that i enjoy more than anything else--talking to new people for hours at a time, and the circle of color at the un-used tip of a colored pencil. It will never hit the paper. It will never get sharpened. It will never experience life without being surrounded by wood like a guard from anything.
Okay, I'm lying. I also enjoy those days. I'm sure you know what days I'm talking about. The ones where your just there. The days when you lay in bed and think, "This is gonna be a great day." just because everything is so simple, and so perfect. The days where you feel as if you have a purpose. And that purpose is just to lay, to lay in the grass, on a blanket or quilt of some sort. Fog fills the air, and soft music fills your mind and thoughts. Wearing comfy clothes. Wearing left-over make-up from the previous night of fun.
...See, those days out of every other days, make my insides melt.