Post 068.

best site for everything jason schwartzman? 

http://jasonschwartzman.tumblr.com/

and i would know

Post 067.

for the third time this month, i am once again sick. i know the things i do both inside and outside of school exhaust my immune system, but really three times? it seems i cannot escape this. it always starts the same and continues an uncomfortably long amount of time. maybe i should party less and increase my vitamin c intake, but i'm young, live it up? live it up with emergen-c! 

i need a nice nap, a bottle of emergen-c, and sweet tunes please

oh and ramen anyone?!

Post 066.

i remember it perfectly, the assignment was to write a narrative piece. i was in the eighth grade and had advanced english taught by mrs. brennan and mrs. long. i credit them, and this project for instilling me with the love of writing. while most people in my class moaned over how difficult a two-page paper was, especially at the end of the year, i didn't see it as much. i had never written anything like this but since i enjoyed both my teachers i sat down and wrote. the first line opened with my description of the first time i saw davey havok walk on stage. something that could have easily been said in a paragraph for my classmates, turned into a page for me. before i knew it, i was on page 6 and before me i had the whole recollection of my second concert, vivid image after vivid image, and it wasn't written in an AP magazine, but instead said in my own words. i turned this "short" assignment in and to my surprise i had the longest and most thought out piece. brennan and long read through all 6 and a half pages and returned it to me. it was marked and grammar corrected in that familiar red ink and for the first time i read through each correction. at the end paper, was a note "best narrative we've read, keep writing" it stuck with me. i occasionally remember b&l and always want to go back and thank them for encouraging my now, love of journalism.
today especially reminded me of this because, as editor of my high school magazine, i had the duty of taking home our hard copy and editing through each poem, music review, narrative, and fiction piece. there were pieces written with near perfect grammar and others i had to tear through with my red pen, but as i read the content, it inspired me. there was a girl, a freshman i believe, whose story had more grammatical errors than i could count, but her story was simply great. i wanted to send her a note that said "keep writing" i have no control on which direction the magazine will go in after i graduate, but i want this girl to know what a wonderful thing writing is and even if writing is a dying career, it's still there, for her, for anyone. oh, and the joys that a red pen in hand can bring. 

Post 065.

these movies need to come out already! i'm tired of waiting 

Post 062.

on the bright side, i think i found an internship at a publishing company for this summer
yay!

i never thought i would actually become a writer. i figured i would just end up like those people who write scribbled poems in a notebook while they're at their 9-5. i thought la youth and the other various things i've written for would just end up another "hobby" but they've inspired me and my work (although lacking these days, i'll be back mike!) is paying off. since the moment i selected "journalism" as my major i've had this feeling that what i'm going to do is the right thing for me.

Post 061.

"at least he's direct about being selfish"

lately i've been so tired of people being selfish and doing things that only benefit themselves. don't get me wrong, i know there have been times, especially within these past few months, were i have thought "fuck it i want to do what i want to do" but i don't make a huge production about it and i especially try not to hurt my friends in the process. i might be more annoyed than usual given the added stress i've taken on lately, but i'm just so tired of people. especially those that need to get over themselves. no one is going to cater to you anymore and no one is going to go out of there way to make you happy. we all have our own lives and i'm done going out on a limb to make yours better.


fuck.



good thing this weekend is going to be Amazing :D
oh and i'm happy that quote came from your mouth

Post 060.

Post 059.

there's is something about listening to cat stevens, maybe it's his voice, his lyrics, the over all freeing music, or the fact that he's now yusuf isalm, but his music always makes me find something in myself to love. his songs make me not afraid to be myself and like what i like and love whom i love.

there are friends that make me feel like i have to try hard to be less of myself. that i have to change my physical appearance, dress in one brand, like a certain type of music, and only like and associate with those people who are seen as "chic" or "cool". 

for the most part i completely fight against this, yet, because these people are my friends i feel parts of my have to oblige. 

but when listen to cat stevens (and a few other musicians and people) i feel like i really don't have to be who these people want me to. if i want to be me, i'll be me. 

thank you yusuf  

Post 058.

i want a window in my house that the light will shine through 

and reflect. 

light.light.light.light. 

it's one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen. 

i think my new goal is to have one roll of film filled with light pictures. 

Post 057.

does sitting on my bed, wearing cutoff shorts, plaid with no bra, drinking a slurpee, with my hair super curly and wild make me a hick?

because i feel if someone were to take a picture of me, that's how i'd come across.

a slurpee is no shaved ice, but close enough?

Post 056.

summer hair:

i will go red this summer. maybe not red red, but some variation. 

Post 055.

width=400>Oh, The Places You'll Go!

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss