December 2009
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2009
I started a blog, fell in love with thrift shopping, took part in four high school plays, wrote a lot of poetry, went to a concert the night before my AP European History test, played with sparklers, swam in my clothes, got a super-short haircut, failed many math quizzes, sang a lot of choral music, got my braces off, got asked to prom, watched the sun set on my favorite beach, had coffee with the...
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a room without books is like a body without a soul
My room is essentially throwing up on me right now. There are clothes everywhere. And I cannot for the life of me figure out how to organize my bookshelf. I think a nice-looking bookshelf is crucial to happiness.
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this must be it, welcome to the new year
New Year’s Eve always seems to creep up on me, and it’s never quite as thrilling as I think it will be. To be honest, I’m pretty sad that this year is ending. It was really fantastic. I ate more diner breakfasts and looked at more stars and wrote more poems and sang more songs than I can count. I met some of the greatest people I will ever know, between being in three shows and...
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the year of cleanliness
Currently in the process of a giant cleaning attack on my room and closet. I am sick of having piles of clothes and books and papers and general shit all over my floor. 2010 is going to be the year of cleanliness.
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One Is the Loveliest Color →
This absolutely fascinates me. I wonder if it’s really a mental condition for some people, where they feel that they have to wear one color. But I would love to try it. I would probably choose grey. What would you pick?
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People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to...
– Claude Monet
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tradition, tradition (sing it like in fiddler on...
Spending Christmas Eve the way it’s meant to be spent: in a movie theater with my family and some fellow Semites. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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Life’s too short to listen to Josh Groban.
– my mother
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