cried like a baby at spirited away, kind of learned how to sew, did a lot of self-improvement, caught up on Parks and Rec and Bob's Burgers, started watching Twin Peaks, went shopping at a thrift store near my house, went to an robotics and programming camp because nerd, got a letter telling me that I was accepted for a scholarship that I wrote like three essays and had about 5 panic attacks to get, got realllyyyy into the world cup, did some more art/writing, ignored crippling anxiety to submit some of said art/writing to zines, was happy and sad and enjoyed feeling feelings vividly, became more confident, volunteered at my library and met a buncha cool people, picked flowers, listened to a lot of podcasts, went to my first ever ONE DIRECTION concert with my friends which led to me figuring out that:
a. i like pop music because i like to danceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
b. being a snob about music is literally such a waste of valuable time that i could spend saving the world and being happy
and a few other things. also- I got back into reading books the way I read them when I was younger:
sorry for the totally lame photo quality but top to bottom:
ee cummings: 100 selected poems
just kids / patti smith
the grand design / stephen hawking and leonard mlodinow
waging heavy peace / neil young
july august 2014 poetry book my friend gave me
rough magic (a biography of sylvia plath) / paul alexander
madeline in london / ludwig bemelmans
(let me know if you've read any of these or have any recommendations for books)
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towards the end of the summer, everything just started blurring into one long hazy day:
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how were your summers, I really wanna hear about it in the comments!
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