What will become of me?

I've turned into a raisin.

I'm dry and nothing is really left.

I lack thought, I lack my own gift.

Where have I gone and why am I here?

What will become of me?

Sleeping Forest

It's astonishing what a couple of movies and photos can do to the soul.

Inspiration, I've discovered, comes to me mostly when I am in solitude.

Which I've read is a good thing.

Forgive my lack of writing, I just have so much in my head that

I feel is inadequate to share.

I've been drawing my friends faces and my face a whole lot. I hope to share more

about that later.

I still feel like I'm in summer vacation which is absurd if you ask me...

I am in the mood of reading a really good book, so feel free to suggest any.

B O R R O W E D: 1, 2,3

Where were you in 92'?

There are no thoughts in my head.

My brain is damaged and I am going to start my new years

resolution a lot earlier: Adapt to a normal sleeping schedule.

I'm sorry for not making sense whatsoever.

Oh, I got my bangs and I am on the works of a soon to be surprise party for a dear friend of mine.

My task is to make a KICK ASS CD for the party.

I hope those who still visit my blog, are doing well.

SPACE IS NO LONGER THE FINAL FRONTIER

A nice boat ride would suffice. The last ride I took was my last day

in The Netherlands which I miss terribly...

I am prioritizing all my "college classes" and I still can't believe I'm going

at this all alone.

It's late..I should be resting my eyes but I refuse to let time fly right before me.

Actually....I am Queen of time wasting and should do something about that.

I will post some lame Niagara Falls pictures tomorrow for vous.....till then, xx.

STUCK IN MY HEAD((HEART)):

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the dark arts

S T A N D B A C K

Since yesterday the cold wind has been keeping my hair dancing.

Hopping around around all of South Flo. has become a ritual. I am currently rushing
with my lovely Alexa Chung looking robe* and a mustard colored shawl because I

have a fancy Engagement Soriee.

I wish I could share more...but I much scurry away.

Forgive me.