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7.06.10

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04.04.10 I just came back from Philadelphia and had a wonderful time :)

“The day I realized my obsessiveness over cats.”

Hi! This week I’ve been chosen to create a design for a t-shirt that will be sent off to support Haiti, and this is the design!! I feel honored to be participating in this and I’m very excited! !!!!!!

What a day, really. I enjoyed it so much. I had 4 people come over to my house to make cookies and it was wonderful. The people in the picture are Edward and Gloria. They were putting the icing on the cookies in this picture. We played on the roof and got yelled at, but even before that we were enjoying ourselves very much.

That’s Edward enjoying the view of the bronx.

This is Edward and Evelyn. This was probably the best picture in the bunch, but we made like, middle fingers in cookie dough and a head to go with it. We made also a Christmas tree for some reason and we ate 3/4 of the cookies we made which were A LOT. We were supposed to sell them in school haha. The most we could make now is like 6 dollars.

This was such a fun day, I can’t even describe it because it happened so fast! It was like a rollercoaster. It happens so fast that you can’t remember it right after. But I remember that we watched youtube videos of drunk pranks and were laughing on the floor haha.

So today when I was on my way to school I was reading the book Yes Man, and he was talking about his diary and how he kept it because he was afraid of forgetting all his old days and everything he used to do, and it reminded me of my 365. I was getting off the train and was walking around 10 cars to get to the opening (don’t ask me why I’m measuring in cars, ask Stefan if you want.) and I all of a sudden realized and asked myself why I’m making a separate blog for things I can just put in my regular blog? I mean, my regular blog is exactly the same. It shows my interests at the time, the photography I take at the time, little chats or small remarks I make, the way I speak, and on rare occasions a picture of myself. Isn’t that all you would need? I mean, even if it’s mostly pictures, if you look from the beginning of my tumblr up to date I would say my taste has changed.

The day I want to leave tumblr I can just back up my blog and get outta here and keep it forever. I was thinking to perhaps print it all out but *ahem* that would take up 100+ pages. and probably hundreds of dollars on ink.

But it still reflects on me, doesn’t it? Rather than keep a 365 blog just put whatever on my actual one. I don’t know, this is the way I’m thinking about all of this. So I guess I’m leaving my 365 blog and not because I’m giving up on it. I just realized I have no reason not to put it on my regular blog and then I wouldn’t have to be put under a commitment.

So, I guess I wont post on this one any longer unless it’s something I want to pop out from the things I put on my usual tumblr. Bye!

The sky looks as if it were actually purple. It’s snowing, but each snowflake is falling very slowly.

I watched some of the Olympics today and the snowboarding portion looks freaking hard. The snow doesn’t even look like snow to me, haha. It looks and sounds like cardboard!

I had the strangest dream the other night where there were two people in it who are gone from my life now and I wish they were still here. It was my grandfather and this old friend I had when I was very young in 3rd grade he moved.

It took place in a very small medicine store where they sold plants that looked like they came out of a magical forest. I made friends with a woman who spent all her day there. She was around 22 I’m guessing and I believe I was younger in the dream. I was going to the store every day after school to help around with the woman to take care of the shop, and for some reason the shop was very popular and it would make educational school trips.

My grandfather was in the hospital on one of the days and my mom came to the shop to get a “census flower”. I looked it up on google and it doesn’t exist but it looked like a blue rose with purple dots, and my mother’s eyes were red and she looked so bad. She left the store and told me to be home by 9 o’ clock like usual.

And the next day there was a school trip there and among the kids there was a boy named Andy, who was the boy I used to be friends with in kindergarten through to 3rd grade. Right now he’s somewhere in 8th grade. But I saw him and I squinted to see if it actually was him..

I asked, “Andy?” And he looked confused when he turned his head to see me. His eyes widened and we started talking to each other about where we are in life and what’s new. I felt really happy and then I woke up.

It was a very confusing dream. It made me think of Stefan because whenever I mention Andy he get’s all jealous and tries to change the topic. I sat in bed for another hour thinking about situations on how and where I would see Andy again. I don’t think anyone but me remembers him, and I don’t think he remembers me.

I have a picture of us going ice skating together, I’ll upload it if I can find it.