I can't stop thinking about summer. The way the wind blows, the sun, the atmosphere...everything. It reminds me of splice ice-creams and sticky drips and shopping sprees and that feeling where you don't want to eat any real food. It reminds me of dnms and comfortable silences and blasts of air-con and lots of pollen and eucalpt in the air. Camps where you eat cold chicken and extremely watered down lime cordial.
I think I'm too lax with myself. Some sort of grade-point-average death wish. I wrote as much on my maths table, next to the 'DEREK IS GAY' slogan. Honestly though, what is up with the teachers? They're like going through some sort of midlife crisis and the only way to deal with it is give us homework? Hey, I've got an idea! Someone should call up the police - anonymously of course - and charge them with child abuse. Good idea or what?
Right now our locker has a curious smell of ginger, lavender and grapefruit peelS that have been covered with mildew. Its stuffed with things that are useless now and all the crumpled homework sheets that I didn't hand in. Probably.
I wish my family wasn't so asian and so bad at cooking, so then we could have family recipes.So then when we entertain we could be like: Hey, try a Linzer tart! It's my Bavarian grandmothers recipe!
Not that I want to be from Bavaria. Maybe Canada or somewhere really offbeat like...Norway?? Speaking of which, junior masterchef starts tomorrow!
This holidays I'm going to get myself a plastic camera and take polaroids and pop art pictures and watch despicable me and freaks and geeks and listen to radiohead. That's my new fine living.
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advice: Sometimes when a person is quiet, you end up imagining all kinds of stuff about them.
YO BUDDY SEPTEMBER TWENTY EIGHTH. HEY HEY YOU YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READING THIS.
