the sweet fumes of earl grey make me think of rain in hangzhou. the rain makes everybody disappear, it makes everything silent and yet has its own musical quality.
it's so beautiful in hangzhou; walking through the city is so unique. i've never experienced anything like it. there's so many faint details, the rust of the old buildings, the drip of the pipes, the reflection in the cement, the stark contrast and entwining between nature and metropolis.

and running away from the pit pats of fresh rain, pulling open a tiny, rusty door in the middle of an endless wall of identical entrances.. only to enter a beautiful tea house, with rosewood floors, embroidered tablecloths, and fancy spoons. it's so amazing to me. i bet the world's population has walked by not even noticing its existence. nobody else in the world has seen the intricacy of those beautiful spoons. it really makes me feel special. something so subtly small in a completely oblivious world so vast.
and what of the other doors? there's so many details, so many interesting, hidden wonders. if one door could reveal this sort of a beauty, i could spend my entire life wandering around the city without losing interest.
...i guess i am overreacting. perhaps it just seems different to me, but to the people used to it.. maybe they are dreaming of a more simplistic life themselves.
but really, i honestly don't care. the grass is definitely greener in my perspective, and veritably so. i don't understand how anyone else could see it otherwise - who would choose to live in my sort of life? to prefer the bland, blatancy. i'd like to have the anonymity and spontaneity of getting lost in a city of lights, seeing new things every night. what a difference it would make. what a contrast.
to be honest, i am looking for an explosion of colour on the empty canvas i've known so well.

my brother just got into princeton with a scholarship!!!!!!!!

it is terrifying when i am really sleep-deprived and yawn. i get really dizzy and kind of black out for a moment and suddenly when i look at the clock it is five minutes later and i can't remember a thing

i know i ought to be being productive but somehow i don't feel like i HAVE to be doing anything until it is 3 am and i would rather be dead than awake.


french honours society.

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it's kelsey rakes!
she is some poetic prodigy who goes to vtech and happens to be really quite pretty
i started at 2 am and said gave up two hours later, but it turned out okay.

vincent says people draw better when they are sleep-deprived, i told him that he is an idiot.

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my ukulele came in the mail today, and I am extremely infatuated.

today was the most unproductive day of my entire life.
the only thing that came out of it was a bunch of stressful breakdowns, and attempting to eat the contents of our entire refrigerator in order to compensate (rapid thigh expansion guaranteed!)

but our school's prom is today, so that's where a majority of my friends are at. I'm excited to see the pictures tommorow!

next week is swim preliminaries, interviews, FHS, Interact, auditions, morning practice, praise night, and a bunch of ridiculous tests that are going to emotionally slaughter me until nothing is left but a pulp of bloody human remains that will bear an uncanny resemblance to the strawberry surfer smoothie at Jamba Juice.
...if it tastes the same, we can totally sue! unlawfully taking advantage of honour student corpses, pfft. i frown upon you, delicious smoothie company.

so anyway
good-bye, children.
it was nice knowing you.

i will be here sitting and forcing WWII facts down my throat until eternity collapses upon itself.